Noelle didn't have to dress sexy to be sexy. She didn't have to wear those tight, way to small clothing. It added onto her mysteriousness. All the boys had fantasies about what was underneath. Some say she had a bellybutton that connect with another piecing down stairs. Other's said her perfectly sized boobs were fake. But nobody actually knew her. No one knew why she always wore a long sleeve shirt and jeans. Nobody cared either. They all just wanted to get in her pants. That is everybody except Stiles Stilinski. Stiles wanted to know who Noelle really was. What she thought about. He thought getting to know her would be easy, but no. Hell no. It was going to be so hard. Even hard-headed Stiles might give up. MIGHT give up.

Stiles leaned sleepily against the locker next to Scott's. Scott dug through his own locker, looking for something. "She's weird. I wanna know what's up." Stiles said more to himself. Scott looked at him confused, "Are you cracked? She'll tear you to pieces." Stiles looked at him, "How do you know she's a werewolf?" Scott shook his head, "I don't, but look at her," He pointed down the hall, where Noelle was standing at her own locker, "She looks pretty bad ass don't you think. Derek would even be afraid of her." Stiles laughed, "Yeah, that's impossible." Scott found what he was looking for and shut his locker, "Let's just go to class. Leave her alone, kay man?" Stiles looked back at Noelle. She was looking at him. Quickly Stiles turned his gaze back to Scott, "Y-yeah okay. Yeah let's go."

Noelle swayed into english, even silencing the teacher, who was also the lacrosse coach. She smirked and slided into her seat at the back of the room, next to Stiles. He nodded his head as to say hello. She just raised her eyebrows at him. He sighed, "Okay." She turned to him, "What do you want?" Stiles looked at her shocked that she was actually speaking to him, "Uh, I just. Do you- why are you- so mysterious." Noelle giggled quietly, "I'm not mysterious, I just perfer not to tell everyone my life story." Stiles leaned over to her, "What is your life story, " He whispered. She leaned over as well, "None of you're damn business." Stiles looked at her then sat back up, "Well." Noelle smirked at him and leaned back in her seat, rolling her eyes.