Takes place before the Alpha is revealed and Scott and Allison go on their 'break'.

Emma's POV

Emma Landson made her way down the unending school corridor, nervously playing with her necklace and biting her lip. As she mechanically followed the assistant teacher leading her to her new Biology class, she worringly thought of all the things that could go wrong on her first day in this vast, new school. Emma thought she had mentally prepared herself for her first day, but the numbness in her stomach begged to differ. She smoothed down her floral shirt, adjusting the navy blue blazer that fit around her back.

The assistant teacher stopped at a bulky, wooden door. She smiled politely at Emma, then rapidly knocked on the door. A tall, uninterested-looking man opened the door and looked at the two of them through his glasses.

"Mr. Harris, this is the new student I told you about: Emma," the assistant teacher informed.

"Alright," Mr. Harris said. Emma nodded, adjusting the straps of her backback on her shoulders.

"Alright," the assistant teacher chirped, turning to leave.

"Thank you," Emma called to her. She looked back at Emma, giving her yet another friendly smile. Emma turned to look back at her new Biology teacher, whom she found standing by the wide-open door, impatiently waiting for her to enter the classroom.

Emma shyly walked through the door. Her chestnut-brown eyes scanned the classroom. Everybody seemed to be oblivious to her presence, either writing or daydreaming.

"Class, this is our newest student, Emma," Mr. Harris' voice boomed. Emma felt the blood rush to her cheeks. She smiled at all the students staring at her. "Just sit in that free chair," Mr Harris mumbled to her, turning around and grabbing a piece of chalk to continue his lesson.

Emma looked around and spotted a empty seat. She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and shuffled to the high, vacant stool. She put her backpack down on the floor beside her, trying to be as quiet as possible. She looked to her left to acknowledge the boy she was to share the desk with, who was already smiling at her.

"Hi," Emma quietly mumbled, giving him a small grin.

"Hey," he replied, flashing his charming smile. Emma turned to face the front of the classroom, unable to pay attention to the teacher. She was even more nervous, considering the fact that this guy beside her was adorable. She kept mentally repeating to herself, 'don't do anything embarrasing'.

After a few minutes of slow breathing and concentrating on the lesson, Mr. Harris announced a lab project.

"So, this is to be done with the person you're sharing the desk with. I'll be passing out the sheets," he told the classroom.

Emma snatched her backpack off the floor to get her writing utensils.

"So, what made you move here?" a male voice asked her. Emma looked up to her new project-partner as she took out her pencil-case.

"Oh, my- my dad," she answered, "I'm not sure if you've heard about the attacks going on in this town, but he came to work on the case."

"Wow, moving just for a case?"

"I know," Emma chuckled, "We really needed to move anyways, so.. I guess once the case is solved, my dad will hopefully be able to find a job with the police here."

"So, your dad is working with my dad," the guy nodded, "He's the Sherrif."

"Oh, interesting," Emma replied, wondering what to say next as she noticed his hazel eyes, "Sorry- what was your name?"

"Right, I'm-"

"Stiles," Mr. Harris' voice sounded. They both looked to see him standing beside their desk, holding a pile of papers. "Miss. Landson here came to this school with above-average marks in Science, however, I expect you to do your share in this project, understood?"

"So, you want me to not do anything.. okay, no problem," Stiles replied, with a grin. Emma looked over at Stiles, controlling her laughter.

"Miss. Landson, are you familiar with this unit?" Mr. Harris turned to Emma, already used to Stiles' sarcastic humor.

"Yes, I- I was near the end of this unit at my old school," Emma replied, nervously swallowing.

"And do tell me if you experience any problems with Mr. Stalinski here?"

"Yeah, I'll make sure to tell on him," Emma replied, immediately regretting her sardonic remark. She couldn't control her attitude when someone was unnessisarily rude. Mr. Harris placed two sheets of paper on their desk and moved on behind them. "He's a bit scary, isn't he?" Emma whispered to Stiles, coming a little closer to him than she intended.

"You get used to it," Stiles replied with a chuckle, "So, above-average marks?"

Emma sighed and proceeded to place one sheet of paper in front of Stiles and the other in front of her. She never liked to brag about her academic performance.

"I just develop good study habits," Emma modestly replied.

"Study habits? What are those?" Stiles joked, pushing his stool farther into the desk.

Emma giggled and looked down at her sheet. She realized how comfortable she already was around Stiles, admiring his friendliness. Her eyes studied the paper that presented several questions on the topic they were assigned. 'Once all the questions are completed, create a presentation on your topic, including the answers to each question, that is to last 5-10 minutes.' Emma chewed her lip once she read the final instruction. Presentation- fantastic.

"He's going to give us the topics, right?" Emma asked, lifting her head up from the sheet. Stiles' eyes quickly looked off into the distance, trying to hide the fact that he was staring at Emma.

"Um, yeah," Stiles replied, a bit embarrassed. "Can I borrow a pencil?"

Emma politely handed him a pencil.

Stiles licked his lips. "Thanks," he replied.

Emma smiled back at him and turned her head to the front of the classroom once Mr. Harris began explaining topic-selection.

It was a good first day so far.