Chapter Two:

Allison had her arm linked with mine as we walked through the lunch line together. Her neck craned to see a little farther past the other students. "Pizza, salad, tacos…" She muttered as she considered today's lunch choices. As we moved further up in the lunch line I rifled through my purse for my money.

As I moved more stuff around my purse, my nervousness increased. I had money, right? I finally came across my wallet and opened it to find it was empty. Crap. I thought about what to tell Allison, without really telling her I was broke.

"You know what Allison, I just realized I can't eat lunch today," I knew my excuse wasn't a good excuse or really an excuse at all but I needed to tell her something.

"You can't eat lunch today?" Her brows furrowed. "Why?" I decided that even though it was embarrassing, I should just tell her the truth. Besides, I wouldn't be able to come up with a plausible lie fast enough.

"I forgot to bring lunch money," I could feel my face heating up and I felt my hysteria slowly rising. Not having any money on your first day of school is really embarrassing. I turned to leave the line and she grabbed a hold of my arm again.

"I have some extra money in my account," She offered. I shook my head and grimaced. I didn't want for Allison to pay for my lunch but I needed my nutrition more than any of the other kids at this school. "It's fine," She insisted as we moved up even closer in the lunch line.

She reached down to pick up a salad and I followed suit. "I'll pay you back tomorrow," She giggled a little. "Don't worry about it. No big deal," She smiled at me and I smiled back. After she bought our lunches, she led me over to a table full of her friends.

"Hi," I greeted awkwardly, standing slightly behind her. "This is Stiles, Scott, Danny, Jackson, and you already know Lydia," She pointed to everyone as she said their names. Allison made a gesture for me to take the seat next to Lydia and after I sat down, she sat on the right side of me.

"I'm Spencer DiLaurentis," Everyone nodded and mumbled their greetings.

"Hey Spence. Is your last name Italian?" Lydia asked from my left. I turned to her wide eyed and nodded. No one ever knew the origin of my last name or cared enough to actually ask. The fact that she called me by my nickname added to my surprise.

"So you're Italian?" Danny cut in from across the table. I nodded my head without thinking about it before correcting myself. "Actually my mother's Italian. My dad's French," They all nodded before Stiles asked another question. "So you don't have your dad's last name?" I shook my head no before taking a bite of my salad.

"My mother is Russian but my dad is French too," Allison told me and I acted surprised like I didn't already know that.

"How cool is it that both of our dads are French?" I nearly choked on the soda I was drinking. I recuperated though before anyone could notice. "So cool." They began asking me question after the question about myself. Most of them were harmless questions like 'what is your favorite color?' or 'what's your favorite movie?' but some of them were deeper than that. Stiles had even gone as far as to ask me why I didn't use my father's surname. I knew that in modern times it wasn't all that unusual to inherit your mother's last name but to these students it probably was. I tried to shrug his question off as politely as possible.

I noticed that everyone was speaking to me except for Scott. My eyes roved over him suspiciously; something was different about him. He smelt different. He didn't smell human but he didn't smell like my kind either. I made a mental note to keep an eye on him and to never be left alone around him. After all I was the 'runt' of my old pack.

It was like he felt my eyes studying him because he looked up directly at me. I stared at him for a moment and then I noticed that his eyes were turning a soft amber color. I let my own eyes change color to let him know I wasn't afraid of him, I felt like he was challenging me. I might be the smallest but that doesn't mean I'm the scariest. He turned his head to avoid my gaze and whispered something to Stiles. I made sure my eyes turned back to their normal chocolate brown color before looking around to see if anybody had noticed our silent exchange. No one at the table besides Scott and Stiles had seemed to catch on. I rejoined the conversation and tried to ignore the burning stares I knew I was getting.

When the bell rung signaling the end of lunch I hurried to throw my now empty salad bowl away. Allison came up to my side and threw her own bowl away. "Who do you have for fifth period?" I pulled my papers from my bag.

"Mayer again," she nodded. "Do you remember where it is?" I nodded. "My class is on the other side of the school, so I can't walk you but we can meet up before sixth period at your locker," It sounded like a good idea to me.

"Alright see you then," Allison smiled at me as she began walking in the other direction. I rearranged my bag multiple times on my shoulder as I walked through the hallways for the first time by myself. When I was with Lydia this morning and Allison after that, the stares of other students didn't bother me but they definitely did now.

My shirt was white and off the shoulder. It came down about ½ an inch above my jeans. I suddenly wondered if anyone thought I was showing too much skin.

When it comes to what is appropriate and what's not, I'm clueless. For the majority of my life, I've been raised alongside my kind. We are a very 'free-spirited' community. We believe in the natural and purer things in life. Because of that I've always been in touch with my sexuality.

"Hey!" I heard someone yell from behind me. I wasn't sure if they were talking to me so I kept walking. "Spencer!" Yeah, they were definitely talking to me. I turned around and saw Scott and Stiles jogging towards me. I spun on my heel and began racing up the stairway. I knew I had just semi-challenged Scott in the cafeteria but that didn't stop me from being slightly afraid of him.

When I made it to Mr. Mayer's classroom, I let out a relieved sigh. Hugging my notebook close to my chest, I sat down in an empty seat just as the bell rung. My relief was however short-lived when Scott entered the room.

Luckily for me the only empty seat was at the front of the classroom so he had no choice but to leave me alone, at least for now. I copied notes from the board and tried to ignore Scott's roving eyes. We made eye contact a few times and each time we did, I mentally cursed myself for it. Every time I looked at Scott he was already staring back at me.

"Scott!" Mr. Mayer shouted out slamming his hand across Scott's desk. Everyone jumped back in their seats and I gently held onto my ears. Having sensitive ears was not something I was proud of at this moment. "Is Miss DiLaurentis going to help you pass history?" Scott looked dumbly from the teacher and back to me as the top of my ears heated up.

Great. Just great. This idiot had managed to gain the attention of everyone in the classroom. They all looked between Scott and I waiting for Scott to answer. The girl sitting next to me giggled and I turned to glare at her. She stopped laughing immediately and looked back down at her notebook.

"Uhh… no sir I guess not," Scott finally answered scratching the back of his neck. I rolled my eyes and glared at the back of his head. By the time Mr. Mayer began teaching again, I was red from head to toe. Girls were still giggling behind me and it took everything I had to not spin around and snatch them by their hair.

The bell rung and I hastily slammed my books closed and stacked them. Just as I was about to turn around to leave I felt his presence. "Scott," I greeted evenly.

I turned around to face him and his eyes were already a soft amber color. "You need to get a leash on that before you expose yourself," I taunted, turning on my heel to leave the classroom. I got a few feet outside of the door before I was snatched back. My back bumped into Scott's front and I dropped my books.

"Crap, I'm sorry," He bent down to help me gather my books. "Whatever," I snatched one of my books away from him and began to stand up. His eyes were back to normal now and I was sure he had calmed down a little.

"So you're not going to talk to me?" I looked at him without saying anything. He groaned and ran his hand through his hair in what I assumed was frustration. "Why are girls so complicated?" I assumed it was a rhetorical question and began walking a little faster. He snatched me back towards him again but this time I kept a tight hold of my books.

"Look," I told him sharply. "I'll talk to you but not here," He searched my eyes with his own for a second to see if I was telling the truth before letting go of my wrist. I turned to walk away but turned right back around. "Oh, and learn how to keep your hands to yourself. I don't like being touched," He nodded his head in response and mumbled a quiet sorry. It wasn't really an acceptable attempt at an apologize but I didn't have any more time to waste talking to him.

[Break]

I dropped my backpack on the kitchen table as I called for my mom. She skipped down the stairs smiling all the way. "Hi baby!" She held her arms out for a hug. I stepped into her arms and let her kiss my head.

"How was school?" I lifted my head up to look in her eyes and made a face. "It was school," She laughed at my obvious displeasure and I gasped as I remembered the one important that happened at school today.

"There's this boy…" She made a funny face at me and sat down on the bar stool. I made another face at her in retaliation and she gestured for me to continue.

"He's different. He doesn't smell human, but he doesn't smell like us either," She wrinkled her nose up. "That can't be. I specifically picked Beacon Hills because there are no known wolf packs. The last wolf pack to live in Beacon Hills died in a fire over six years ago," She seemed to be thinking about it carefully.

She pinched the bridge of her nose before banging her head lightly against the table. She groaned before she spoke again. "You know I didn't want to come here because I heard the Argent's were here but it was also the only other place even close to Willow Creek without a wolf pack already residing." She shook her head and rolled her eyes. "This is just great."

"Ma, don't stress over it. I can just avoid him at school. I think I did a pretty good job today anyway," I offered her a smile and she seemed to get over it for the moment. I returned to rifling through the contents of the refrigerator.

"Mhmm…" I muttered in satisfaction as I took in the sight of the raw steak. "Please tell me I can have this," My mother laughed before giving me the go ahead. I blew her a kiss from where I was standing as I busted the pack open. The blood scent wafted in the air and my eyes nearly rolled to the back of my head.

I shoved the bloody treat into my mouth and moaned. My mom giggled from her spot and I ignored her as I devoured the steak. "I knew you'd appreciate it. I thought you deserved it. I know things have been hard lately…" The sound of my mouth was gargled because of how fast I was consuming the steak. She came up to me from behind and hugged me.

"Aww, thank you," I licked the left over blood from my fingers before turning around and hugging her again.

"Anways, enough about me and my day. What'd you do all day?" She shrugged her shoulders before answering. "Went to the mall to get you more clothes, bought food, and took a quick run," I turned around and pouted.

"You went running without me?" She laughed at the expression on my face. My mother knew how much I loved running. When I first phased, I would throw temper tantrums whenever she refused to take me on runs with her.

"It was a quick run," She insisted. "I could even go for another," I could feel my face light up and I resisted the urge to do a happy dance. Sure my school day turned out to be pretty crappy but at least my night would end well.