I pressed the play button for the video letting the music flow through the speakers. I stood up pushing my chair into my desk. "Tell me am I going crazy? Uh-huh. Tell me have I lost my mind? Yeah. Am I just afraid of loving? Uh-huh. Or am I not the loving kind? Yeah." I sang dancing around my room as I cleaned up. I stopped hearing tapping sounds outside. I frowned and walked over to the window peering out but seeing nothing. I shrugged and continued dancing and singing. "Somebody wake up my heart, lock me up, set fire to my soul. Cause I can't do this anymore."

I hurriedly stopped the video and widened my eyes hearing shrill shrieks. I ran downstairs and outside but stopped seeing my little brother, Scott McCall, wielding a bat at his best friend, Stiles Stilinski, who was hanging upside down from our roof. "Stiles, what the hell are you doing?" Scott yelled at him. I giggled and walked over. "Wow Stiles. You couldn't have used the front door?" I asked smiling and crossing my arms over my chest.

Stiles smirked slightly and shook his head. "You know me Stasia. Front doors aren't my thing." He turned back to Scott. "And you. You guys weren't answering your phones. And why do you have a bat?!" I nodded my head in agreement. "Why do you have a bat? You don't even play baseball. None of us do actually."

"I thought you were a predator." Scott held his hands up looking like it was obvious why he carried a bat with him. "A pre…" Stiles scoffed. "Look, I know it's late and all, but you gotta hear this." Stiles let his arms hang down lazily. "I saw my dad leave 20 minutes ago. Dispatch called. They're bringing in every officer from the Beacon Department, and even state police." Stiles smiled. "For what?" Scott asked.

I wrapped my arms around myself to try to preserve my body heat. "Two joggers found a body in the woods." Stiles said as he swung himself down landing on the ground. He picked himself up. I walked closer and leaned down against the railing. "A dead body?" Of course I loved Scott but sometimes he can be stupid. "No, a body of water." I told him seriously. He looked at me weirdly. "Yes, dumb-ass, a dead body." Stiles confirmed smirking at my comment.

Stiles hopped over the railing and wrapped me up in a hug. I hugged back since he was warmer than me at the moment. "You mean like, murdered?" Scott asked. "Nobody knows yet. Just that it was a girl, probably in her 20s." I looked up at him. "If they found the body, what are they looking for?" I asked before Scott could. Stiles looked like a kid on Christmas morning. "That's the best part. They only found half." I sighed. "We're going to look for the other half aren't we?" I groaned out. Stiles nodded like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Then wait here so I can change into something warm."

I ran inside and took off my pajama shorts to slip on black skinny jeans. I grabbed my phone and one of Stiles' sweaters slipping it on as I walked out of my room. I ran downstairs to meet the guys. We ran to Stiles' jeep. I scrambled into the back since Scott has claim over the front seat which is totally unfair by the way. Stiles started the engine and began driving to Beacon Hills Preserve.

Stiles pulled up to a stop in front of the chain that said no entry to the preserve after dark. He cut the engine off and got out. I climbed out after him as Scott slid out of the jeep as well. "We're seriously doing this?" I asked as I played with the ends of the sleeves to the sweater. Stiles held out the flashlight to look around. "Well you know what? Scott is the one always bitching that nothing ever happens in this town." I giggled and nodded following Stiles past Scott. "That's so true."

"I was trying to get a good night's sleep before practice tomorrow." Scott said from behind us. "Right! Cause sitting on a bench is such a grueling effort huh Scott?" I smirked at him. Stiles snickered. Stiles was leading us further in, I was behind him, and Scott was trailing behind us. "No, because I'm playing this year. In fact, I'm making first line." I laughed loudly. "As if. Scott you've never played a day in your life. What makes you think this year will be different? Not that I won't be cheering you or Stiles on or anything. I'm just being realistic here." I shrugged at the incredulous look he was giving me.

"Thanks for the support sis." He said sarcastically. "Everyone should have a dream, even a pathetically unrealistic one." Stiles said laughing lightly. "Just out of curiosity, which half of the body are we looking for?" Scott asked catching up to us. Stiles stopped for a second causing me to bump into him. "Huh! I didn't even think about that." I groaned. "Did you at least think about if the killer could still be out here?" Stiles nodded. "Also something I didn't think about." He said still walking. "Stiles!" I gave him a look of shock. We climbed up a small hill. "It's comforting to know you've planned this out with your usual attention to detail." Scott said a bit breathlessly.

Once I got to the top, I held my hand out to help up Scott. He took it and smiled gratefully at me. "Maybe the severe asthmatic should be the one holding the flashlight, huh?" Scott asked leaning against a tree and taking out his inhaler. He shook it and started walking again. I sighed and followed. Stiles started running and dropped to the floor suddenly. Scott did the same. I hid behind a tree and peeked my head out to look at the balls of light coming from up ahead. It must have been the police. I groaned out. "Stiles we're gonna get caught!" I whisper yelled at him on the ground. "Come on!" Stiles yelled excitedly and stood up, running in the direction of the cops.

I ran after him. "Come on Scott." I said passing him. "Stiles! Stasia!" I heard Scott yell. I was right behind Stiles as we ran. Scott was calling for us as we left him behind. Stiles slowed down to wait for Scott. I bumped into him but he caught me before I fell onto the ground completely. "Thanks." I said breathlessly and stood up completely. I turned around and screamed. "Ahh!" A cop stood before us with a dog, which was barking at us. Stiles slipped and fell down screaming. "Hang on, hang on! One of these delinquents belongs to me." I smiled sheepishly at Papa Stilinski as he walked up to us. "Hey…Please don't tell my mom I was out." I practically begged him.

I helped Stiles up. "Dad, how are you doing?" He asked nodding. "So, do you listen in to all of my phone calls?" The Sheriff asked. "No. Not the boring ones." I sighed and shook my head. We were so getting into so much trouble for this. "Now, where's your third partner in crime?" The Sheriff looked around the woods. "Who, Scott?" Stiles asked. I shook my head. "Scott's home. He wanted to get a good night's rest for school tomorrow. You know, lacrosse try outs are tomorrow and everything." I told him smiling, hoping he couldn't tell that I was lying. Stiles nodded his head in agreement. "It's just us. In the woods. Alone."

"That kinda sounds like a line out of a horror movie." I told them. Papa Stilinski shined his flashlight around the woods. "Scott, you out there? Scott?" He turned his flashlight off and sighed. "Well, young children, I'm gonna walk you back to your car. And then you and I are gonna have a conversation about something called invasion of privacy." He said grabbing Stiles by the neck and dragging him away. I followed but looked back hoping to see Scott. We were gonna have to leave him out there alone.

I slid into the passenger seat as Stiles climbed into the driver seat. I sighed. "We have to go back for him Stiles." I whispered. "He probably doesn't even know how to get back home." He sighed and shook his head. He pushed the key into the key hole starting the ignition. "He'll be totally fine Stasia. Scott's a big boy. Remember that we group up walking around those woods. Okay?" He tried to reassure me. I sighed but nodded anyway. He started driving. About ten minutes later, he pulled up into my driveway. I got out and turned back to him. "Don't forget to pick me up tomorrow morning. I wanna get to school early okay?" He nodded and waved me off. "Yea yea. Now get inside young lady." I giggled and waved walking up the steps of the porch.

I slid my key into the lock and walked inside the house. I sighed and closed the door locking it again. I ran upstairs. Mom would never know we were out since she was working another late shift. I walked into my room closing the door. I slipped off my jeans and put on the shorts I wore earlier in the night. I fell onto my bed and fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

I walked out of my room fully dressed for the first day of sophomore year. I was homeschooled during middle school and when I got to high school, I was way behind everyone else. I was held back a year so I'm technically supposed to be a junior. I'm a year and a couple months older than Scott and Stiles. I knocked lightly on Scott's closed door hoping he would be there. The door opened and I sighed in relief. I hugged Scott tightly. "Thank God you're okay. I was so worried." I told him pulling away. He smiled. "Sorry for scaring you sis." I smiled and nodded. "We'll talk about what happened when we see Stiles." I said walking down the steps. I walked into the kitchen to see mom in her pajamas holding a mug of coffee. I smiled brightly. "Morning momma." I kissed her cheek softly and fixed some coffee into my coffee cup. I placed the lid on it and searched the cabinets for my protein bars. The front door slammed signaling Scott left. I grabbed a bar and opened it. "Stiles is picking me up I think." I told her as I took a bite.

She nodded. "I'm just gonna go upstairs and sleep. I have another late shift tonight." I nodded and waved as she went upstairs. A car horn beeped outside. I picked up my mug and grabbed my bag off the sofa. I ran outside and jumped into the passenger seat. "Let the first day of prison begin." I said around a mouthful of the protein bar. He laughed and backed out driving towards school.

We talked on the way to the school which was only like ten minutes honestly. He parked and ran out to Scott who was waiting for us. I got out and walked slowly over to Scott. I sipped my coffee slowly not wanting to rush the deliciousness of it. "So let's see this thing." Stiles said. I frowned stopping next to him. "See what?" I asked confused. Scott raised up his shirt to show a huge bloody bandage. I gasped. "What the hell is that?"I asked in shock. Stiles touched it making Scott flinch away. I hit the back of Stiles' head. "Idiot." I mumbled.

"It was too dark to see much, but I'm pretty sure it was a wolf." Scott picked up his book bag and slung it over his shoulder. I laughed. "No Scott. It wasn't a wolf." I told him. "I heard a wolf howling." He shrugged. "No, you didn't." Stiles told him. "What do you mean, 'No, I didn't'? How do you know what I heard?" Scott asked. "Because California hasn't had wolves in like 60 years." I told him matter-of-factly. Stiles nodded and pointed at me. "She's right. She's always right so just believe it." I smirked. Scott shook his head a bit. "Well, if you don't believe me about the wolf, then you're definitely not gonna believe me about when I tell you I found the body." Scott said.

My eyes widened. "What?" I choked out. Stiles did a little spastic move getting excited. "Are you kidding me?" He grinned. "No, man, I wish. I'm gonna have nightmares for a month." Scott said. Stiles snickered. "I'm so glad I left before that." I muttered mostly to myself. "Oh, God, that is freaking awesome." I scoffed looking at him like he was stupid. "I mean, this is seriously gonna be the best thing that's happened to this town since…" He looked behind us. I turned and saw Lydia Martin. I smirked. "Since the birth of Lydia Martin. Hey, Lydia, you look…" Stiles began eyes following her as she walked past us. "Like you're gonna ignore me." I smirked.

"What do you expect Stiles? It's Lydia freaking Martin. Also my friend." I shrugged slightly. "You're the cause of this, you know." He said turning to look at Scott. I giggled. "How?" I asked him taking a sip of coffee. "Dragging me down to your nerd depths. I'm a nerd by association." They turned to head into school as the bell rang. "I've been scarlet nerded by you." I giggled following them. "Stiles you've always been a nerd." I told him walking past them to get to my locker.

I opened it up to place useless things that I probably wouldn't need today in it. I turned and smiled at the boy with curly hair and amazing blue eyes as he stopped next to me at his locker. "Hey Isaac. How was your summer?" I asked him closing my locker gently. He shrugged and smiled shyly. "The usual I guess." He practically whispered. I pointed at him remembering something. "Oh! And don't forget that we'll start up chemistry study sessions again okay? I'll text you when we can start again okay?" I asked him smiling. He nodded and opened his locker.

The bell rang. I sighed but smiled at him anyway. "I'll see you later then." He waved as I walked away. First class of the day. English. Great! I walked inside and smiled brightly. Scott and Stiles were in here as well. I sat behind Stiles. He was one row behind and to the left of Scott while I was two rows behind to the left of Scott. I pulled out my notebook and pen getting ready to start taking notes or whatever we were gonna do. The final bell rang causing the teacher to stand up and start writing on the board. "As you all know, there indeed was a body found in the woods last night." Scott looked behind to us. "And I am sure your eager little minds are coming up with various macabre scenarios as to what happened. But I am here to tell you…" He turned to face us. "That the police have a suspect in custody, which means you can give your undivided attention to the syllabus which is on your desk outlining this semester."

We all groaned. I looked down and began reading the stupid outline. It was all traditional boring things so I looked up and stared out the window. It was a nice day today. Maybe I'll go shopping or something. The door opened making us all look up to see who entered. It was the principal and a new girl. I perked up. We rarely get new students. "Class, this is our new student, Allison Argent. Please do your best to make her feel welcome." Allison walked over to the only empty seat which just so happened to be behind Scott. I smiled at her to which she smiled back.

I watched as Scott turned back to give her his pen. I looked at him in confusion. How did he know she would need a pen? Stiles looked back at me in confusion. I just shrugged. "We'll begin with Kafka's Metamorphosis, on page 133." I sighed and opened the stupid book.

Finally! The final bell signaling school was over rang. I walked out with Stiles and Scott. I followed them to Scott's locker. He couldn't take his eyes off the new girl. She was at her locker. When she saw he was looking, she smiled brightly at him. I smirked and walked over to her. "Hey I'm Stasia McCall." I told her. She smiled. "Allison Argent." I nodded. "That jacket is absolutely killer. Where'd you get it?" Lydia spoke walking up to us. I smiled and leaned against the lockers. "My mom was a buyer for a boutique in San Francisco." Allison replied.

"And you are my new best friend." She told Allison. I giggled. "Well it's nice to see you replacing me Lyds." She smirked. "I'd never replace you Stasia." I nodded. "Mhm." Jackson came up wrapping his arm around Lydia's waist. "Hey Jackson." She said and kissed his lips. I gagged. They pulled away causing me to smirk. "No PDA in school children." Jackson smirked. "You know you want this McCall." He pointed at himself. I laughed. "Yea right! Only in your dreams buddy boy." I patted his arm lightly. Jackson was an ass but we were friends, sort of.

"So, this weekend, there's a party." Lydia began leaning against Jackson. "A party?" Allison asked. I nodded. "The hottest party of the year probably. Everyone will be there." I told her. "Friday night. You should come too." Jackson invited her. Allison looked uncomfortable. "Uh, I can't. It's family night this Friday. Thanks for asking." I smirked and crossed my arms. "You sure? I mean, everyone's going after the scrimmage." Jackson said pulling Lydia closer. "You mean like football?" Allison asked innocently. I giggled. "Football's a joke around here in Beacon." I began. "The sport here is lacrosse." Jackson finished. "We've won state championship for the past three years."

Lydia played with his hair. "Because of a certain team captain." Lydia smiled. I shook my head. "The other players are to blame as well. Some are just as good as Jackson. Like Danny! Danny's just as good." I told them. "Well, we have practice in a few minutes. That is, if you don't have anywhere else…" Jackson said. "Well, I was going to-"Allison began but got cut off by Lydia. "Perfect. You're coming." I giggled and followed them out to the field.

Lydia, Allison and I sat on the bleachers. I waved to Isaac, Scott, and Stiles. Only Isaac and Stiles waved back. Scott seemed a bit preoccupied staring at Allison. I sneaked a peak at her to see her staring at him as well. I smirked. Maybe I should do some matchmaking. Scott went to the goal. I groaned and shook my head. Scott's never played goal in his life. This was going to be a totally embarrassment. "Who is that?" I looked up at Allison's voice. She was looking at Scott. "Him? I'm not sure who he is." Lydia said. "That's Scott McCall. My brother." I told her smiling. "Why?" Lydia asked crossing her legs. "He's in my English class."

I smirked but turned back to watch practice as the whistle blew. However, I stood up seeing Scott holding his head and falling down as the whistle was being blown. Some idiot threw a ball at Scott hitting him in the face knocking him down. I groaned and sat down. "This is so not gonna end well." I said softly. People laughed. "Hey, way to catch with your face, McCall!" Someone yelled out. I glared. "Hey! Shut up! You'd probably shit yourself if you were in his position!" I yelled at the guy. Stiles' laugh was the loudest after my comment. Scott stood up and got ready. They threw the ball and Scott caught it!

My eyes widened. "Oh my god…oh my god. He caught it!" I yelled. He caught every single ball thrown at him. I cheered the loudest for him. "He seems like he's pretty good." I heard Allison say quietly. I giggled and kept on cheering. "Go Scott!" Jackson skipped to the front of the line. I glared at him. Of course he was gonna act like a jackass now. No one can be a better player than him. Jackson ran and threw the ball. Scott caught it before it could go in the net. "Yes!"I yelled out as Stiles whooped. I was standing up and clapping loudly. "That is my friend!"Stiles yelled. I giggled. Scott threw the ball behind his back to the assistant coach which landed in the net he was holding. My eyes widened in disbelief. How did Scott become so good over night?

Scott jumped into the stream of running water. "I don't know what it was. It was like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball." Scott explained to us as we walked through the woods to look for his lost inhaler. I was on Stiles' back because I was not about to get my shoes wet in the water. Stiles followed after Scott and set me down on the other side of the stream. "And that's not the only weird thing. I can hear stuff I shouldn't be able to hear. Smell things." I looked at him weirdly. "Smell things?" I asked. "Like what?" Stiles finished. "Like the mint mojito gum in your pocket." He pointed to Stiles and then to me. "And the peppermint chap stick in yours." I frowned and dug in my pocket to pull out the Chap Stick I didn't know I had in my pocket. "I don't even have any mint mojito…" Stiles trailed off as he pulled the gum out of his pocket.

"How do you even know this stuff Scott?" I asked following after him. He shrugged. "So all this started with a bite."Stiles said walking beside me. "What if it's like an infection, like my body's flooding with adrenaline before I go into shock or something?" I frowned. Could that really be happening to him all because of a bite? "You know what? I actually think I've heard of this. It's a specific kind of infection." Scott stopped and looked back at Stiles. Stiles put his hands on his hips. I crossed my arms waiting to hear what he had to say. "Are you serious?" Scott asked. "Yeah. Yeah, I think it's called lycanthropy." I smirked and shook my head knowing where this was headed. "What's that? Is that bad?" Scott asked believing Stiles. "Oh, yeah. It's the absolute worst Scott." I went along with Stiles' plan.

"But only once a month." Scott looked a bit skeptical. "Once a month." Stiles and I nodded. "On the night of the full moon." I said. Stiles and I howled. Scott pushed Stiles and began walking again. I giggled and followed quickly. "Hey, you're the one who heard a wolf howling." Stiles held his hands up in surrender. "Hey, there could be something seriously wrong with me." He said in a panic. "You're a werewolf!" I exclaimed giggling a bit. Stiles growled sarcastically causing me to laugh loudly. "Okay, obviously we're kidding." Stiles told him smiling. "But if you see us in shop class trying to melt all the silver we can find, it's cause Friday's a full moon." I nodded and stopped beside Scott looking around.

"No, I could have sworn this was it." He said pointing at the ground. "I saw the body, the deer came running. I dropped my inhaler." Scott bent down moving the leaves around. "Maybe the killer moved the body." Stiles said seriously. I looked around on the ground. "If he did, I hope he left Scott's inhaler. They're like 80 bucks. And we don't have the money to buy another freaking one." I said looking around. Scott grunted in agreement.

Stiles slapped Scott's back looking at something behind us. I frowned and turned around only to have my breath taken away and my heart stop functioning. Behind us stood the most beautiful man I have ever seen in my life. He walked up to us. "What are you doing here?" He asked looking at me. I blushed a light shade of pink. He looked at the guys. "Huh? This is private property." The mystery man said. I barely paid attention because I was staring at him. "Uh, sorry, man, we didn't know." Stiles began. "Yeah, we were just looking for something, but…Uh, forget it." Scott finished.

Mystery guy threw Scott's inhaler to him. I frowned and watched the guy turn around walking away. He looked back slightly and stared at me. I blushed a deeper shade of pink and watched him walk away. Wow. I turned back to the guys once the guy was out of sight. "All right, come on. I gotta get to work." Scott told Stiles to which I nodded. "Dude, that was Derek Hale." He began. I walked over. "He's only like a few years older than us." I nodded. "The Hale family died in a fire like 10 years ago I think." I finished for Stiles. "I wonder what he's doing back." Scott thought in curiosity.

Stiles scoffed and shrugged. "Come on." He said and walked back. Scott and I stayed behind and looked to where Derek disappeared to. I frowned but then shrugged softly. "Let's go before you're late for work." I told him and hurried after Stiles.