The night before school was a night that everyone dreaded, as it signalled you had to go back to being controlled every minute for half your day. It was that night now, and I was walking to my brothers' room to see what he was up too.
"If you're going to have your shirt off when I walk in the room can you at least put a sign up so I know not to walk in?" I asked him cheekily, startling the concentrated work he was putting into the lacrosse stick. He rolled his eyes and retaliated, throwing a pen at me before walking into the bathroom and brushing his teeth.
"You're serious about this lacrosse thing aren't you?" I asked him, knowing he was getting ready to go to sleep. He gave no reply, but turned the tap off, only for the two of us to stare towards the window, hearing a noise from outside. The two of us walked downstairs, Scott grabbing a baseball bat along the way, and prepared to see what was out there. What I saw, I didn't expect, but I should of.

Stiles, Scott and I's best friend, fell from attempting to climb up onto the roof and into the windows of our rooms. From the shock, all three of us screamed, before I started laughing at how weird this situation was.
"Stiles what the hell are you doing?" Scott obviously didn't see the funny side of things. Stiles just 'hung about', pun intended.
"You weren't answering your phone" He stared at Scott, confused. "Why do you have a bat?" Stiles asked us.
"What if you were some crazy rapist who wanted to kill Scott and take me?" I answered his question with a question.
"I thought you were a predator" Scott cleared up when Stiles looked at me like I was an idiot.
"A predator… What- look, I know it's late, but you go to hear this. I saw my dad leave 20 minutes ago, dispatch called and they're bringing in every officer from the Beacon department and even state police.
"For what?" Scott and I asked at the same time.
"Two joggers found a dead body in the woods" Stiles told us, looking quite excited about the whole thing. Scott's eyes narrowed in confusion while I screwed up my face. Deaths were not something that I dealt with well, even if I didn't know the person.

"A dead body?" Scott asked. He had a point, finding a dead body here was like finding an alien on Mars. Nothing ever happened in the town of Beacon Hills. During this time, Stiles had found a way to untangle himself from the vines he was caught in, and he was now safely back on the ground.
"No, a body of water" Stiles answered him sarcastically before continuing. "Yes, dumb ass. A dead body"
"You mean like murdered" Scott continued on his rant.
"Nobody knows yet. Just that it was a girl, probably in her 20's" Stiles told us, using hand gestures to prove his point.
"Hold on if they found the body then what the hell are they looking for?" I asked Stiles, asking one of the only logical questions for the night.
"That the best part. They only found half" Instantly, both my eyes and Scott's lit up, knowing that we were about to do something that wasn't boring, and wasn't normal. "We're going" Stiles told us, before ushering us into his jeep.

Scott was a little bit wary of heading into the forest at this time of night for a number of reasons. To be completely honest, I was too, but since my best friends were two guys, it wasn't like I could back out of anything without looking like a complete chicken. The three of us got out of the car, Stiles handling the flashlight.
"We're seriously doing this?" Scott asked a twinge of nervousness mixed in his voice. I couldn't stop myself from nodding along to his words, completely agreeing.
"You're the one that's always bitching that nothing happens in this town." Scott told him before walking through the closed off gates that the car couldn't get through.
"Agreeing with Scott here Stiles" I told him as I followed him, but not before checking to make sure Scott was alright. Scott was a severe asthmatic. I seemed to be the lucky one, though I was allergic to peanuts.

"I was trying to get a good night's sleep before practise tomorrow" Scott defended himself.
"Right, because sitting on the bench is such a gruelling effort" Stiles teased. Scott looked at him, indignant.
"No, because I'm playing this year; in fact, I'm making first line" Scott told us. I burst into laughter before remembering that there were cops around and covering my mouth with my hand.
"That the right frame of mind brother, everyone should have a dream; even if it is the most unrealistic one I have ever heard" I told him through my fit of giggles, causing him to smirk at me.
"I remember someone wanting to have a wolf as an animal when they were younger" He told me, causing me to blush, before Stiles interrupted us.
"Look, I'd hate to interrupt your sibling banter, but we are looking for a dead body" Stiles pointed out, waving the flash light around. Scott and I nodded, continuing to walk after him as he led the way through the forest.

"Just out of curiosity, which half of the body are we looking for?" Scott asked as we were walking through a few bushes. Stiles looked up, a confused look on his face.
"Huh, I didn't even think about that" Stiles said, looking around.
"Did you think about the person that killed the body? What If he is still out here?" I asked Stiles.
"Also something I didn't think about" Stiles told us, right as I cast an exasperated look at Scott, who chuckled at me.
"It's comforting to know you've planned this out with your usual attention to detail" Scott told him sarcastically, making me chuckle to myself.
"I know" Stiles answered his sarcasm, before taking off in another direction. I waited and walked with Scott, knowing his asthma would be slowing him down.
"Maybe, the severe asthmatic should be holding the flashlight huh?" Scott asked as we came over a particularly big hill. We instantly hit the deck when we saw straight ahead though.

We looked at the cops for a few moments, wondering how we were going to get out without getting caught, when Stiles called us both up.
"Come on" he whisper-yelled, getting up and taking off without any warning.
"Stiles" Scott yelled, annoyed. I had already stood up, but I was waiting for Scott. The thing about us two as twins was, if one of us got into trouble, the other usually went down with them. I was not leaving Scott alone. Scott shook his asthma pump and inhaled it, before jumping up and running, me catching up to him as we both called for Stiles.
"Wait up, Stiles, Stiles!"
"If you don't stop I'm going to kick your ass when I catch you" I threatened, before hearing a dog bark.

"Scott" I hissed, grabbing him and pulling him behind a tree, much to his shock, as he didn't expect it.
"Stay right there!" The two of us heard a cop yell. Scott banged his head on the trunk of the tree, while I bawled up my fist in annoyance. Stiles had been caught.
"Hang on, hang on. This little delinquent belongs to me" I heard the voice of Stiles' dad.
"Dad, how you doing?" Stiles asked. He was going to be in for a deep talking too, and he knew it.
"So do you uh, listen into all my phone calls?" His dad asked. Scott and I peered around the corner, being careful not to be seen.
"No, not the boring ones" Stiles replied. I almost laughed at his answer, but quickly shut up, knowing it would give Scott and I away to the cops.
"Now where are your usual partners in crime?" Mr Stilinski asked, guessing we might have been here. I looked at Scott, but he was still looking towards Stiles.
"Who Scott and Kimberly?" Stiles asked his dad, feigning confusion. "Scott and Kim are at home. Scott said he wanted to get a good night's sleep for the first day back at school tomorrow. You know Kim; she doesn't do much without him so it's just me in the woods, alone"

Stiles had always been a terrible liar, but this was the worst lie ever. It was clear that his dad didn't believe him either.
"Scott, Kim? You out there? Scott, Kimberly" his dad called as he flashed the torch light towards the tree where the two of us where hiding, causing us to jump back behind the safety of the tree. Luckily, he didn't notice us.
"Well young man" Stiles' dad started, as we turned back around to look. "I'm going to walk you back to your car, and you and I are going to have a conversation about something called invasion of privacy" He told him. Stiles groaned outwardly, while Scott and I looked at each other with a smirk on our face at the fact that he had been caught, not us. But now, Scott and I had no ride home, and no way to get out of the forest without stumbling over a few things.

"This way" I mumbled to Scott after we deemed it safe to move. Scott moved behind me, gripping his asthma pump tightly in his hands. I kept walking in front of him, keeping an eye out for anything that would lead us to the edge of the forest. I jumped suddenly, when I heard a wolf howl, and turned to Scott for reassurance, but he was glancing around worriedly as animals of all different kinds started to retreat away from the forest. It stopped for a moment, and Scott and I looked at each other, relieved. It only lasted a moment, as a herd of deer came charging at us, knocking us to the ground. I saw Scott's asthma inhaler go flying, but I was too busy trying not to be trampled by deer hooves to care.
Finally the stampede stopped, and my instant reaction was to find Scott and make sure he was alright. He was already up, searching for his asthma inhaler.

"Something isn't right here" I mumbled to him. He nodded, but didn't say anything, clearly needing his inhaler. I began searching for it too, only to stop when I found something that defiantly wasn't his inhaler. I had seen the body of the dead girl. I let out an ear piercing screech, causing Scott to come over, which wasn't the best idea. He fell back in shock tumbling down a hill, and I, after trying to catch him, fell down the hill after him. I lay dazed on the ground for a few seconds, only to get up when I heard growling. For a millisecond, I locked eyes with a wolf like creature that had bright, glowing, red eyes. I scrambled back, but I wasn't fast enough, and it pounced on me, biting me on my thigh. I screamed loudly, and I must have startled Scott into action, because second later the wolf was off me and onto him. Somehow, Scott pushed it off and got up, me following close behind him. The two of us sprinted out of the woods as fast as we could, reaching the road fairly quickly. We weren't out of danger yet though, as a car screeched around the bend, barely missing us.

I turned to Scott, before looking down at my bloodied leg. He lifted up his shirt to show me a matching bite. We both looked at each other, till in shock and too scared to say anything, before we decided to walk home in the rain. In his case, he walked, in my case, I limped due to the fact I was in immense pain because of my leg.

The next morning, Scott and I rode to school. As soon as we got home the night before, we cleaned and bandaged up the bites, before heading off to bed. Mum didn't know anything; she didn't even know that we had left the house as she was asleep when we left, and after we came back. The first thing Scott and I did was secure our bikes to the bike rack, but then Jackson Whittemore, the captain of the Lacrosse team, pulled up beside us and stepped out of his car.
"Dude, watch the paint job" He told Scott, as my brother had chosen to put his bike right next to the car.
"Piss off Jackson" I growled. Him and I, have a mutual hate for the other. I hated how shallow he was, how he didn't care for anyone but himself. He glared at me, but as he opened his mouth, someone called out to him.
"Yo Jackson, let's go bro" he yelled, successfully ending our fight before it could get started. Jackson glared again, but walked off.

"You really shouldn't provoke him" Scott told me as we walked around the school yard. I rolled my eyes at my older brother.
"He provoked me" I told Scott. He shrugged his shoulders then laughed, causing me to follow suit. Then we bumped, quite literally, into Stiles.
"Ouch!" I yelped loudly as he bumped straight into my sore leg. Scott instantly came over and out his hand over my mouth before I could yell something that all Grandmothers would faint at if they heard it.
"Okay, let's see these things then" Stiles said, obviously interested. I couldn't exactly show him mine, as it was high up on my leg and I was wearing pants, but Scott lifted up his top and showed off his gauge.
"Wow" Stiles, said, then went to touch it, but I batted his hands away.
"You just bumped into me on my bite, made me scream a string up curse words, and now you want to touch Scott's bite?" I asked him, my eyebrows rising.

"It was too dark to see much but I'm pretty sure it was a wolf" Scott told Stiles, interrupting us quickly.
"A wolf bit you?" Stiles questioned us.
"Yeah" I told him, beginning to walk forward with Scott and Stiles, towards the school.
"No, not a chance" Stiles told us, making us extremely confused.
"Well I heard a wolf howling" I told Stiles
"So did I" Scott agreed with me. We were not making this up, that was something we were firm on.
"No you didn't" Stiles told us, confusing us further.
"We didn't?" I asked, confused.
"What do you mean, no I didn't? I know what I heard" Scott told Stiles firmly.
"Because California doesn't have wolves, okay, not in like, 60 years" Stiles told us. My eyes widened and I turned to Scott, who looked just as surprised.

"Really?" Scott asked. The two of us were convinced that it was a wolf.
"Yes really, there are no wolves in California" Stiles told us again. I shut my eyes, feeling extremely confused about everything that had transpired the previous night.
"Alright Stiles, well if you don't believe my brother and I about the wolf, then there is no way in hell that you're going to believe me when I say that I found the body… and screamed like a girl" I told him, making Scott chuckle, as he knew what I meant.
"Are you kidding me?" Stiles got all excited, jumping up and down manically.
"I wish, I'm going to have nightmares for a month" I joked, looking at the two of them with a small smile on my face.
"Yeah, well I'm going to have ringing ears for a month" Scott countered me. I just laughed. Stiles still looked as though he was in complete awe.
"That is fricken awesome. I mean, this is seriously going to be the best thing that's happened to this town since" Stiles froze, and started looking at someone that wasn't Scott or I. "Since the birth of Lydia Martin. Hey Lydia, you look like you're going to ignore me" Stiles said as she walked past.

Suddenly, she turned around, and Stiles must have thought she was going to talk to him, but instead she turned to me.
"Hey Kimmy, I hope you had a good holiday" She said. I smiled at the shocked look on the boys faces.
"I did, thanks Lyds" I smiled, hugging her, before watching her walk into class.
"How the hell did you get Lydia Martin to talk to you?" Stiles asked me, looking at me as though I was God. Scott just looked confused.
"Oh my God, she's not an alien. Talk to her!" I told him, but he ignored me and turned to Scott.
"You're the cause of this you know, dragging me down to your nerd depths. I'm a nerd by association. Scott laughed and walked into school, Stiles and I following behind, right as the bell rang. And I'm not sure, it might have been just me, but I'm convinced, that the bell was louder than it had ever been before.

Scott, Stiles and I all headed into class, taking the seats at the back. Scott and I were sitting together and Stiles was one row behind us. The class drew silent as the teacher began to talk.
"As you all know, there indeed was a body found in the woods last night, and I'm sure that your eager little minds are coming up with various scenarios as to what happened. But I am here to tell you that the police have a suspect in custody" I felt my eyes widening, and I turned to Stiles, who shrugged his shoulders. He obviously hadn't heard anything from his dad. "Which means you can give your undivided attention to the syllabus which is on your desk outlining the semester."
I groaned inwardly and gave Scott a look. Before he could reply, I heard a phone ring, but seeing no phone going off in the room, I looked at Scott, confused. Scott nodded slightly at me, showing that he heard it too, and that I wasn't just making up. But then we turned to the window.

There was a girl out there, sitting on the bench, with her phone on her shoulder as she searched through her bag. Whoever this girl was, she was pretty.
"Mum, three calls on my first day is a little over doing it" She said, pausing as she waited for a reply. "Everything except a pen, oh my God I didn't actually forget a pen" She groaned, before seeing someone coming for her. "Okay, okay, I got to go. Love ya" She said, before hanging up and looking at the principal.
"Sorry to keep you waiting. So, you were saying San Francisco isn't where you grew up?" He asked her.
"No, but we lived there for more than a year which is unusual for my family." She told him, walking into the school.
"Well hopefully Beacon Hills will be your last stop for a while" He said.

I could hear their footsteps as they trudged through the hall, heading straight for our classroom, and then I heard the door open.
"Class, this is our new student, Allison Argent. Please do your best to make her feel comfortable" The Principal told the class. She smiled awkwardly and headed to her seat, which happened to be behind Scott. Remembering that she needed pen, Scott handed her his. She smiled at him, though it looked like she was a little bit freaked out that he knew she needed a pen.
"Thanks" She smiled.
"We will begin with Kafka's metamorphosis on page 133" The teacher called, causing me to roll my eyes at Stiles.

Finally, after listening to the teacher drone on about things that I already knew for an hour, I was able to leave the class, Scott and Stiles hot on my heels.
"You're telling me that we have to listen to that all the time?" I groaned to Scott, who was only half listening.
"Yes you do" Stiles told me, but I got distracted by Allison, who was smiling at my brother.
"That jacket is absolutely killer. Where'd you get it?" Lydia asked suddenly, walking over to Allison who was at her own locker.
"My mum was a buyer for a boutique back in San Francisco" Allison told her with a small smile, though it looked as though she felt completely awkward.
"And you are my new best friend" Lydia was about to talk more when Jackson came up to her. "Hey Jackson" She said, before kissing him, making Allison feel even more awkward.

"Can someone tell me how new girl is here all of 5 minutes and she's already hanging out with Lydia's click?" I heard someone ask, but I was too busy listening to reply.
"Because she's hot; beautiful people hurt together." I sighed at Stiles' answer and decided to walk over there.
"Hey Lydia" I smiled as I approached them. "Jackson" I tried to be at least civil with him. In response he grunted, but Lydia attacked me in a hug.
"Allison this is Kimberly" Lydia started but I cut her off
"Please call me Kim, or some other shortened version" I practically begged. Allison laughed to herself before I moved over to her.
"So this weekend, there's this party" Lydia started, talking to Allison and I.
"A party?" Allison questioned. I smiled at how she didn't understand Beacon Hills High Schools social system yet.
"Yeah, Friday night. You should come. You too Kimberly" Jackson spoke to her and me, only using my full name to piss me off.
"Ugh, I can't, its family night this Friday. Thanks for asking" Allison said, and almost turned around, but Jackson stopped her.
"You sure, everyone's going after the elimination match" Jack pressed on, looking at Allison more than me.
"You mean like football?" Allison was completely clueless.
"Footballs a joke, the sport here's Lacrosse. We've won the state championship for the past three years" Jackson boasted, smiling widely.
"Because of a certain team captain" I saw the way that Lydia looked at Jackson, she really did love him.
"We practise in a few minutes. That is, if you don't have anything else to do"
Knowing that Allison was going to talk to my brother, I tried to butt in. "I was actually going to"
"Perfect. The two of you are coming" She said, before walking off and leaving us to follow her. I shot Scott an apologetic look and he smiled back slightly, before Allison and I walked to catch up to Lydia.

After Lydia practically forced us into our seats, Allison and I sat next to each other. From what I had gathered in the time we had been walking, she was a nice girl.
"But if you play, I'll have no one to talk to on the bench. Are you really going to do that to your best friend?" Stiles voice raced through my mind, and I instantly looked down onto the field to see the two of them walking on, fully dressed in their Lacrosse gear, which made me smirk to myself.
"I can't sit out again. My whole life is sitting on the sidelines. This season I make first line. And besides, you know Kim; she'll find a way to sit next to you if I'm playing." I almost laughed out loud at my brother's trust in me, almost.
"McCall, you're in goal" The coach suddenly interrupted my thoughts. I instantly froze; Scott was the shittiest goalie I had ever seen.
"I've never played" Scott looked completely panicked, not expecting that.
"I know; scoring some shots will get the boys a confidence boost. First day back thing, get them energised… Fire it up!" The coach told him. In that moment, I almost hated him as much as I hated Jackson.
"What about me?" Scott asked
"Try not to take any in the face"

When Scott had gotten all geared up and the team of hopefuls had lined up, I sat with Allison and Lydia nervously.
"Who is that?" Allison asked the two of us.
"Him?" Lydia asked, pointing at the goalie. When Allison nodded, she shrugged. "I'm not sure who he is, why?"
"He's in my English class" Allison brushed her off.
"He's my brother" I told her quietly as we waited for the coach to blow the whistle. When he did though, Scott was caught off guard, and it was too loud for him. Due to his distraction, he copped a ball in the face, which made him visibly angry.
To my amazement, he caught the next five balls, which weren't easy ones to catch. I could hear Stiles cheering, and I was too, though I was a little bit shocked that he could catch them. Something was defiantly up with the two of us.
"Your brother seems like he's pretty good" Allison told me as she watched him, smiling.
"Yeah, very good" I answered absentmindedly, because Jackson, who was clearly angry that no one could get past Scott, had stepped forward.

I had no idea what to expect, but I knew nothing good would come of the next shot. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion, Jackson running forward, Scott gearing up and getting ready, but then, to my absolute shock, Scott caught it. I instantly jumped up and clapped, laughing at Stiles celebrations.
"That's my friend" He was yelling to anyone that was listening.
The next thing Scott did was throw the ball into the coach's net, before walking over to Stiles with a smile on his face. They spoke for a second before calling me over.
"Bye Lydia, Allison!" I smiled, before walking off to join my 'boys' in their celebrations.