"This is ridiculous."

"No, this is gym class."

"Your sarcasm is not needed, Reyes."

Pft. Gym class. It stank, literally and figuratively. Especially when Coach made them climb the rock wall, all he was doing was forcing them into a situation that would only bring embarrassment and despair. Especially when your best friend is epileptic and refuses to excuse herself from class.

"Are you sure you want to do this, Erica? I mean, something really bad could happen up there." Stella tried to reason with her best friend as she watched the next pair mount the wall.

"I have to do this, Stel. You can't change my mind." Stella didn't respond to that, she knew that when Erica was like this you really couldn't change her mind. So she simply sighed and turned her attention back to the wall, watching the pair slowly climb the wall. She knew them, she knew who everyone was. Which was funny because no one knew who she was. It was Allison Argent and Scott McCall, they seemed to be having a conversation, but she couldn't hear what they were saying, and she didn't really care, they were probably flirting. Ew. She hated cute couples. Even though they technically weren't dating anymore, at least that's what they told everyone. But Stella knew better, they were still getting it on, it was obvious.

Stella tried to stifle a laugh when Scott came to a sudden drop, stopping only millimeters from the mat, only to drop all the way down seconds later. The whole class erupted into laughter as Coach approached him "You know McCall, your pain gives me a special kind of joy. Right here." Coach said, still laughing breathlessly. "Stilinski! Erica! Lets go, the wall." And although Stella didn't approve of her climbing, when she saw her scared expression she couldn't help but give her shoulder a reassuring rub.

Stiles seemed considerably more excited than Erica as they began to climb the wall. Stella watched nervously as Erica came to a stop. A complete stop. She began to shake a little and small whimpers were slipping out of her mouth. No one seemed to be paying attention to Stiles as he returned to the ground.

"Erica? You dizzy? Is it vertigo?" Coach shouted up to her as Stella pushed her way to the front of the crowd, ignoring the fact that she was probably leaving bruises in her path.

"Vertigo is a vestibular disturbance of the inner ear. She's just freaking out." Stella resisted the urge to sass back at Lydia an tell her that she wasn't just freaking out, she was on the verge of a seizure.

"Coach maybe it's not safe, you know she's epileptic." Allison spoke up, her eyes never leaving Erica.

"How come no one ever tells me these things- I have to- look, Erica, you're fine. Just, just push off the wall there's a mat here to catch you." Coach tried to convince her, but Erica still wasn't moving.

Acting on instinct, Stella grabbed one of the other harnesses and began to climb the wall, meeting Erica "Hey friend, how ya doin?" With no response, Stella sighed "Right, ok, stupid question." Everyone was still watching them expectantly and Stella acted on her feet "Ok, Erica. I want you to grab onto my hand, ok? Can you do that?" She asked, holding out her hand for her to take. Soon, Erica's shaky hand was grasped in Stella's tightly 'Great, good job Now, just keep holding onto that really tightly and on the count of three we're going to push off from the wall, ok?" Erica jerked her head in what Stella was taking as a nod. "OK. One, two," She gave Erica's hand a squeeze looking at her best friends scared face "three." She whispered, pushing off the wall. The descended slowly, landing safely on the soft black mat below them.

"Great, you're ok. Walk it off, just walk it off." Coach said, patting Erica on the back. There were muffled laughs coming from the kids around them, and by the time Stella was out of her harness, Erica was already halfway to the locker room.

Stella sighed angrily and rolled her eyes "Erica!" She called after her best friend and jogged after her, towards the locker rooms, the echos of highschoolers laughs still in her head.

Sometimes, Stella really hated the human race. And this was one of those times.

Her and Erica had been best friends since the first grade. She remembered how they met very clearly, how some jerk knocked Erica's lunch out of her hands, soaking her sandwich in expired milk. Stella then stomped up the the jerk, who they now know as Jackson Wittemore, and told him to back off before she "punched him in the throat with her extremely boney fists repeatedly." And then proceeded to share her lunch with Erica.

They had been best friends ever since that day. Stella had been there for her when she was officially diagnosed with epilepsy, and Erica had been there for every one of Stella's panic attacks. Even the one that lead to her being put in Eichen house for a month. And, of course, Erica had visited her everyday. Stella introduced Erica to Isaac in 6th grade after Stella and him had been paired up as partners in a History project. The three became inseparable. But Stella was definitely the glue of the group, although she denied it every time it was brought up. She would do anything to help her friends, she even went as far as trying to bribe Carter into letting Isaac out of jail with sour patch kids, but it didn't work, obviously.

"Erica?" Stella called, poking her head in the girls locker room.

"Go away, Stel. I'm fine." Erica called back quietly. Stella rolled her eyes and stepped the rest of the way into the locker room, trying to find where her voice came from.

"Now you know I can tell when you're lying Erica." A sigh. That was all Stella needed to find Erica. She was sitting on one of the benches in between the rows of lockers, her head ducked low, her frizzy blonde hair creating a curtain in front of her face. Stella frowned, sitting next to her on the bench, "Hey, don't- don't do that." She pulled some of her hair behind her ear "There's no need to hide from people Erica, especially stupid people like high schoolers. Not them. You're better than them, they just aren't developed enough to see it yet." Stella left her hand on Erica's shoulder as a sign of comfort.

"I was so sure I could do it. It seemed like a simple task that even I could do but-" Stella cut her off.

"Erica, stop it. Don't say that it was simple. It was a freaking rock wall, anyone could have easily had a freak out about it, I almost ad a panic attack just looking at the thing." Erica gave her a look "And I now realize that that probably doesn't mean anything, considering I get panic attacks about everything but," Stella sighed "everyone will forget about it by tomorrow. And if they didn't I'll do something ten times more embarrassing and then they'll forget all about it." Erica chuckled, but stopped when the rest of the girls entered the room, a look crossing her face that Stella knew very well "Oh, no. Erica. No. I vote no on the idea that I know you just thought of." But Erica didn't say anything. She just got up and walked out of the locker room. Stella groaned and sprinted after her, arms and legs flailing in all directions as she did so. By the time she made it to the gym, Erica was already beginning to climb the wall 'Erica! No, stop!" But she didn't listen.

Then, she started shaking. Stella knew what was happening. She was having a seizure "Erica!" Stella screeched loudly, launching herself forwards, trying to reach Erica before she hit the ground, even though she wouldn't be able to catch her, but maybe she could break her fall in some way. But someone beat her to it, Scott McCall appeared out of almost no where and caught Erica safely in his arms, Allison and Stiles, along with some other students, came in behind him "Put her on her side, put her on her side." Stella instructed, joining the group and crouching down by Erica.

"How did you know?" Allison asked Scott.

"I just...felt it." Stella glanced at the two of them, but pushed off the weirdness and directed all of her attention towards Erica.

After someone had called 911, an ambulance showed up to take Erica to the hospital. Stella tried to go with her, but Erica made it clear to the medics that they weren't to let Stella on the ambulance. So she stayed at school.

She walked to her locker after the lunch bell had dismissed her from Chemistry (thank God) when she phone beeped in her bag. She closed her locker and stuffed her hand in her bag, grouping around for her phone until her hand finally found it. She pulled it out, seeing a text from Erica saying "Miraculous recovery. All is good. Love you." She made a face at the text. That was not an Erica like text, something was up. Big time.

But, her stomach was making loud protests and so her investigating would have to wait until after lunch. After getting her food, she made her way to the most vacant table she could find, the only other person sitting there, was Boyd. She plastered on a smile and walked up to the table, pulling out the chair directly across from him and sitting down "Aloha Boyd." She said cheerfully, sliding into the seat across from him.

"Why are you sitting here?" Boyd asked her immediately. Stella was slightly taken back by the question and Boyd's bluntness, but answered him non the less.

"Well, Erica is still at the hospital, Isaac is a fugitive and this is the only table that isn't full. Plus, we're friends." Stella smiled widely, proud of her answer and reached for her water bottle, unscrewing the cap and bringing the bottle to her lips.

"We're not friends." Stella stopped mid sip, freezing all of her movements as the awkward air began to thicken around the two of them. She lowered the water bottle and placed it on the table, clearing her throat awkwardly as she tried to look anywhere but Boyd's direction, as his glare was frighteningly intimidating, and it made Stella slightly uncomfortable.

But her attention was brought to the entrance of the cafeteria when someone familiar strutted in. Erica, or someone who looked a lot like Erica, walked into the room, all eyes instantly on her. She was wearing a short leather skirt, tank top, and cropped jacket. Her shoes were a whole different story, something that the Erica Stella knew would have fallen flat on her face if she took on step in them. Her hair and makeup were down flawlessly and all the boys in the cafeteria were drooling not so subtly.

"Erica" walked over to one of the tables, bending over and snatching an apple off of a baffled boys tray, she smirked over at Stella as she took a bite of the apple, before she walked towards the exit again.

Stella (and everyone else in the cafeteria) seemed to snap back into reality, and she jumped a little in her chair, grabbing her bag "You can have my fries Boyd, I'll see ya in History." And she was hot on Erica's heels, not knowing that Scott and Stiles had the same idea. 'Erica!" Stella called as she rammed into the doors to exit the school, just in time to see Erica get into a sleek black camaro, with some very attractive human male that Stella had seen somewhere, but just couldn't put her finger on it. They both looked out the window, flashing her big smiles, before they peeled out of the parking lot.

Stella jumped when she heard the doors slam behind her, too caught up in her own confused thoughts to know that someone had been behind her. Or rather, two someones. She whipped around to Scott and Stiles, staring after the car with a look of guilt or defeat, Stella couldn't put her finger on it. But they definitely knew something about the strange behavior of Erica, and Stella wanted to know also.

"Do you guys, uh," Both if the boys snapped their head towards her, acknowledging her presence "Know the guy who was driving that car?" She asked, pointing over her shoulder with her thumb, in the direction that the car just sped off.

Scott and Stiles shared a look, before Scott spoke up "Um, no we don't actually, uh, we were just concerned about Erica." Stella furrowed her eyebrows at him.

"Why?" She asked.

"For the same reason you were?" Stiles spoke up, not meaning to sound so much like a question.

Stella narrowed her eyes at the two of them for a minute, trying to come up with something to come back with. She finally sighed, crossing her arms over her chest and stepping onto the first step, closer to Scott, "If you guys are lying and you do actually know that guy, and he's bad news, I need you to tell me. Because Erica and I have been best friends for so long that she is literally a piece of me, so if she's in danger, I kind if really need you to tell me." She paused for a moment, glancing between the both of them "Now."

Scott sighed, torn between doing the right thing and keeping his secret a secret. He didn't know Stella too well and, while she seemed like a good person, wasn't sure if they could trust her "No, we don't know anything about that guy." He lied.

Stella sighed again, and the boys hoped they had convinced her, for now at least.

"I'll see you guys later." She gave them a small wave and jogged lightly up the steps, pulling the door to the school open and stepping inside, just as the bell rang. Signaling the end of lunch and the beginning of swim practice for Stella.

/

Is it possible to pass out in from too many thoughts flying through your head at once?

Because, Stella was really thinking that was a thing that could happen to her at this very moment.

Her game had been completely off in practice today and she had gotten a lecture from Coach about it, one that she had not paid any attention to.

That guy who Erica got in the car with could have been a rapist. Maybe thats why Stella thought she had seen him before. Maybe he was on the news or in the paper that her dad read every morning. But non the less, Erica had gotten in a fancy car with him and gone who knows where. And her priority wasn't really getting the best lap time in swim practice .

She now laid on her bed, staring up at the ceiling of her large bedroom, somewhat happy that she was home alone. Although she usually was, today she was especially grateful.

She had three older brothers, two of them still lived at home, and one lived in Chicago and went to Columbia college.

Max was 19, he had just graduated from Beacon Hills High school last year and was going to community college while volunteering as an EMT.

Carter was 24, he had graduated from the police academy last spring and was now working as a deputy in training at the Beacon Hills sherif station.

Jason was 26, he was in his last semester at medical school, and was engaged to be married in June to a girl named Chelsea. Stella really like Chelsea, she was like the older sister that she never had.

Stella's dad was a lawyer at a law firm just outside of town, he usually worked late, but took off weekends, unless it was a really big case, then Stella would barely see him. But Stella loved her dad, she really did, she considered herself very lucky in the dad department. Every once and a while, he would simply show up at school and pull her out of class, telling her teacher that there was a family emergency. By now the whole student body probably thought their family was extremely disfunctional, but she didn't care. Those days were her favorite, her and her dad would drive into L.A. and spend the whole day down therelooking at colleges for Stella to attend once she graduated. They always got home around midnight, or at least thats what she assumed, she always fell asleep on the way home and would wake up in her bed the next morning.

Stella's mom dies when she was just two weeks old. She had a history of depression, and one day she just snapped, and drowned herself in the bathtub. Stella didn't know much about her, other than that she was a photographer, so there was plenty of pictures of her during her first two weeks of life. All the pictures they have after that were just taken at school by a "professional" or just with their didgital camera.

Stella obviously wished she had known her mother growing up, or that she was arounf now. But it was kind of hard to miss someone you never knew, and soetimes she wondered if something was wrong with her when she didn't cry while talking about her, or that she didn't feel much when people told stories about her. But she just...didn't feel anything.

Now, Stella wasn't emotionless, I mean, she was a teenage girl after all she had her moments. So when she didn't cry while watching old home videos with her mom in them, she obviously felt like she was some sort of robot. But then someone would turn on "Homeward Bound" and boom water works. Maybe it was the way she died, maybe Stella thought her mom was weak, and for that, she didn't want to feel guilt. But that mae her feel even worse.

So, with her thoughts now flying all over the place, Stella figured it was time to cleanse herself of the weirdness that day held. So, cranking up her music (*) and hopped in the shower.

The warm water pounded against her back and she insatntly felt more at ease. All her worries about Erica and Isaac just melted away with the steam filling up her bathroom. She was so emersed in her own world, she didn't acknowledge reality until someone turned off her music. Her eyes snapped open and she pulled the shower curtain back a little bit, caustiously poking her head out, but not hearing anything too suspicious. But, her curiousty getting the better of her, she stepped out of the shower, grabbing an oversized t-shirt that was hanging on the back of the door, and pulled it over her head, it falling midway down her thighs. She grabbed a can of hairspray from the counter top and slowly reached for the door knob.

With one swift movement, she swung the door open, not hesitating to start spraying the tall figure standing in front of her in the eyes with hairspray. She let out a long shriek, blocking out the strangers protests.

"Stella! Stel! Stop! It's me-it's Isaac!" The intruder shouted. Stella stopped screaming and lowered her hairspray, trying to regain the breath she had just lost. She finally go a good look at the persons face an it was, in fact, Isaac Lahey.

"Isaac?" She whispered, as though she couldn't believe it. Although it had only been a couple of days since she saw him, it had felt like an eternity. And seeing him standing in front of her just made her so happy that she wondered if she was just hallucinating. But, she still jumped on him, wrapping his arms around his neck as he wrapped hers around her waist, lifting her off the ground slightly. He held her tight, as though if he held her any looser she would disappear. And Stella squeezed him back with almost as much force. Of course he did have the supernatural strength thing going for him.

After just standing there and hugging each other for a while, Isaac noticed something "Uh, Stel?" She responded with a muffle 'hm?' he cleared his throat and said in barely a whisper "You're not wearing any pants."

Stella's eyes snapped open, and she released Isaac from her boney arms. Stepping back into the bathroom, and slamming the door behind her "Way to ruin the moment Lahey!" She shouted through the door.

/

After Stella put on a pair of shorts and dried her hair, Isaac and her talked for a good 45 minutes. Stella told him about what happened in gym class, and how Erica got in a car with a random stranger. Although Isaac knew all of this already, but he wasn't going to tell Stella that, he just listened and pretended to be surprised.

Stella asked where he was hiding out, but Isaac wouldn't tell her, he didn't want to lie to her, but he also didn't want to tell her the truth, so he simply changed the subject.

But when Carter pulled up into the driveway, Isaac knew he should get back to Derek. So he kissed Stella on the forehead and told her he would see her soon. And before she could ask any other questions, he was gone. Out the window and out of sight. Usually when he was leaving in a rush he would break at least one lamp, but this time it was almost as if he flew out the window.

Something was seriously weird.

"Stel?! You home?!" Carter shouted as he jogged up the stairs.

"Where else would I be?" Stella mumbled in response, flopping backward onto her bed.

Carter chuckled, pushing her door open and seeing her spread out across her white duvet cover "Oh, I don't know. Partying, doing drugs, getting drunk, or all of the above you're a pretty unpredictable girl." Carter joked sarcastically, sitting on the edge of her bed.

She lulled her head to the side, glaring at him. He was still in his deputy uniform. His light brown hair gelled back neatly, and his tie noticeably looser than it was when he left this morning. Stella smirked inwardly, knowing that he tugged at it when he got stressed or nervous. He chuckled t her and then proceeded to roughly rub her head "I know you're going to get mad and all defensive about this, but I need to ask you." His tone became slightly more serious and Stella furrowed her eyebrows up at him "Has Isaac contacted you at all since he escaped?"

Stella paused, thinking about what she should say. Should she tell the truth and say that he had just been here not but five seconds ago, or lie and say that she has seen or heard from him in the past 72 hours. Even if she did tell him that he had been here, it would do much good, although they had talked he hadn't said anything about where he had come from or where he was going. And he was innocent ( at least Stella was sure he was innocent ) he didn't deserve to be in jail.

"No, he hasn't." Stella answered, trying her hardest to seem believable. And it seemed to work, because Carter sighed and stood up from her bed.

"Ok, I just had to ask. But if he does, I want you to tell me, ok?" Stella nodded quickly, the side if we face rubbing against her soft white comforter "Good. I'll order a pizza!" And Stella was left alone in her room again, just her and her crazy thoughts.

/

Stella woke up late the next morning. She had been up till about four o'clock the night before, waiting for Erica to reply to her calls and/or texts. But nothing. She rushed to get dressed, grabbing the closest cleanest outfit she could get her hands on and ran out the door.

She almost pulled out of the driveway when she realized she had forgot a vital part of leaving the house. Shoes.
She groaned, looking back towards the porch to see her dad holding his arms out, his outstretched hands holding a pair of boots that she had left by the door. She sighed in relief when he jogged down the steps and stopped at her window, she rolled it down and smiled sheepishly up at him "Forget something?" He asked, his brown eyes filled with amusement.

"Just my dignity." He laughed lightly and handed her the pair of tan combat boots "And they even match my outfit, ten points to pops!"

He chuckled and leaned down through the window to kiss her on the forehead "Have a good day." He backed up so that she could pull out of the driveway.

"I will. You too, bring me home some bacon!" She shouted as she pulled the rest of the way out of the driveway.

She tugged her boots on once she had safely parked in the parking lot. She spotted Erica strutting confidently into the school building and she rushed to get out of her car and chase after her, almost tripping over her still untied laces.

"Erica!" She called when she began to catch up to her. Erica stopped walking and turned around with a smirk on her face.

"Stel, whats up?" She asked obliviously.

Stella stood in front of her, breathing in and out heavily, her nostrils flaring with anger. "What's up? What's up?!" Erica stood in front of her with an innocent look on her face "Erica," Stella lowered her voice as they were in fact in the middle of a crowded hallway "you didn't answer of my calls last night. Or my texts, or my carrier pigeons!"

"You sent me a carrier pigeon?"

"Yes, his name was Kevin!" Stella shouted sarcastically. "Erica I was worried sick," Her blonde friends rolled her eyes at her words and began to turn away from her, but Stella just followed her ad continued their (or rather her) conversation "You got into a car with a complete stranger yesterday and then completely went off the grid without me knowing if you were ok or not. I thought you were in serious danger! You do-" Erica whipped around and cut her worried rant off.

"Stella!" She snapped, earning a few stares from by standards, and causing Stella to stop in her tracks and widen her dark blue eyes "I'm fine. Obviously I mean, look at me." She gestured to herself in a self confident manner.

"Yes, I see that you're fine physically, but there's obviously something going on with you mentally." Erica snorted, rolling her eyes and looked down at Stella, usually they were the same height, but today Erica decided to wear stilts on her feet "Erica, I'm just worried about you."

Erica gave her a stern look, glancing around to make sure no one was listening "I'll explain everything at lunch ok? Meet me at your locker." Stella thought about it for a moment before nodding reluctantly.

She wanted to know now, not three hours from now. Her best friend had obviously gone through some changes. And she wasn't exactly sure if they were for the better or not. She loved the best friend she had yesterday morning, not the one she was getting a glimpse of now.

But if waiting for three hours was all it took to find everything out, then Stella would wait three hours.

Aloha! So, I hope you all enjoyed the VERY first chapter of "Into The Deep" It may not seem very action packed right now, but, I promise you, it will get there. I have planned this story all the way through season three and even have ideas for season four but those might change when it comes out. I have had this idea for a couple of months now so if it has any similarities to any other stories or the show in any way I promise I am not intentionally stealing them. If you are interested, my 8tracks account is on my profile and I will have a mix for this story up there very soon. My polyvore account is also there for all of Stella's outfits! This story is posted on Wattpad and Fanfiction dot net just so you guys are aware of that. I AM SO UNBELIEVABLY EXCITED FOR THIS STORY YOU HAVE NO IDEA. Please stick with me while I get the ball rolling with the plot line and I promise you will not regret it!

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