I don't own Teen Wolf

I only own Perrie Taylor

Chapter One: Begin Again

But you throw your head back laughing like a little kid

Outfits for Perrie

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Leaves crunched noisily under my slipper boots as I trudged through the woods after my two idiotic best friends. I mean honestly, whose idea of fun is searching through the woods in the middle of the night for a dead body? This was definitely not how I pictured the night before sophomore year going. I was going to pick out my outfit, plan how I was going to do my hair, and paint my nails. I only got as far as picking out my outfit when a rock came flying through my open window and hitting me in the face. Stiles, of course, didn't realize my window was open when he threw it; or so he says. After Stiles excitedly told me about how he overheard his dad, the Sheriff, talking on the phone with state police about a dead body the hikers had found and how they only found half, he demanded that we go search for the rest of it. Honestly, I blame myself for even agreeing to tag along. Then of course, we had to drag poor Scotty along.

I was broken out of my thoughts when I heard Scott and Stiles bickering become louder, "Okay, so what if whatever killed that girl is still out here!?" Scott had exclaimed. Oh I am so going to kill Stiles.

"Uh, yeah, didn't really think about that either." Stiles said, laughing nervously.

"What?!" I exclaimed angrily, "Stiles, are you kidding me? You told me they caught the killer and all we had to do was find the body!"

"Okay, so maybe they didn't find the killer…"

"You told me they caught the guy and his name was Jack Whit! Is there even a real person named Jack Whit? Wait," I stopped, now piecing the name together, "Jack Whit…as in Jackson Whittemore?! Stiles did you name a fake killer after Jackson?!" I exclaimed, making Scott laugh loudly.

"It's the first name that popped into my head when I thought of 'killer'! Although now your name is popping in there, too!" Stiles exclaimed.

"I cannot believe you lied to me. No wait, actually I can believe it." I corrected myself.

"I did not lie to you!" Stiles exclaimed, making both Scott and I raise our eyebrows at him, "I simply stretched the truth."

"Whatever you wanna call it, dude."

"It's not like the killer would be out here anyway." Stiles said, trying to ease my nervousness.

"No, but your dad is." Scott said, pointing ahead at the cops that just walked into the area.

"Oh shit." I mumbled as the three of us dropped to the ground behind a large tree stump to avoid being seen.

"Okay, we have to get out of here." Stiles said.

"Ya think? If your dad catches us out here, though, we're dead." I reminded him.

"Okay, on the count of three; run. One, two," Stiles started.

"Wait, what?" "THREE!" he yelled, jumping up and sprinting away.

"Stiles! Wait!" Scott yelled, jumping up and chasing after him.

"Scott!" I yelled, jumping up behind him and running behind them. I saw Stiles fall to the ground several feet away from me and something grabbed my hand; pulling me behind a tree. I opened my mouth to scream but was cut off by Scott, "Ssh! It's just me!" He whispered.

The two of us stood pressed against the tree as we listened to Stiles get busted by his dad. I had to hold in my chuckle when his dad demanded to know if Stiles listened in on all his phone calls, to which Stiles replied 'No! Not the boring ones'. Only Stiles…

"Okay, let's get out of here." Scott said after they all left the area.

"I'm way ahead of you, Scotty boy." I said as he wrapped an arm around my shoulder.

We walked in silence for several minutes, Scott occasionally looking over his shoulder paranoid, until he stopped us completely. "Did you hear that?" Scott asked.

"Hear what?" I whispered.

"That!" He whispered/yelled.

"I literally hear nothing…" I trailed off, "I think these woods are getting to your head, Scotty." I teased; right before a herd of deer came charging at us. I yelped as Scott shoved the two of us to the ground and shielded my body with his from the dozens of deer hooves.

After what felt like forever we both looked up to see all the deer were gone. "So what was that about not hearing anything?" Scott joked as he helped me to my feet.

"Oh hush, I have smaller ears then you; therefore my hearing probably isn't as good." I defended.

"That literally made no sense, P." Scott joked, as he started feeling in his pockets before groaning, "Dammit, I dropped my inhaler."

"Here, use my phone as a flashlight." I offered as I opened the app and handed him my phone before kneeling down to help.

"Thanks. If I lose it my mom's going to kill me." Scott complained as we continued looking through the leaves for his inhaler. Scott has had asthma for as long as I can remember and he's lost his inhaler so many damn times that if he loses it again Melissa will probably blow a casket.

"Found it!" Scott exclaimed, standing up and showing me his inhaler.

"Good. Now let's get out of here." I said as I took a step backwards, only to get my foot caught on something and crash into the ground, "Ow…" I groaned, rubbing my head.

"Shit, Perrie, are you okay?" Scott asked concerned, as I pulled out my phone to shine on whatever I tripped over. I really wish I hadn't though, because instead of seeing a tree stump or a log, I saw two dead eyes staring up into mine. I heard Scott cuss loudly and a loud scream filled the air. It took me a while to realize it was me who was screaming. "Holy shit, Perrie come on! Let's go!" Scott exclaimed, pulling me to my feet, right as a growl sounded from the trees to our left.

"Scott…please tell me that was your stomach and you're really hungry…" I trailed off.

"I wish it was…" Scott trailed off nervously as two red eyes flashed through the trees. "Perrie…run." Scott said, before a giant black animal leaped out of the trees and tackled the both of us to the ground. I cried out as I felt claws scratch down my arms, ripping my jacket to shreds. I heard Scott cry out as well as the animal finally got off of us before crouching down and staring between us; as if decided who he wanted to kill first. I slowly peeled off my bloody, shredded jacket and threw it at the animals face, temporarily distracting it so Scott and I could get up and run.

"Scott!" I screamed as we sprinted through the woods, only to look over and find nothing by me. "Scott!" I screamed again, hearing nothing in return. I felt tears pour down my cheeks as I continued to run through the woods. I always said that Stiles would get me killed one day, but I didn't actually think it would happen! I don't know how long I had been running, but after what felt like forever I ran into a clearing with an old burned house sitting in the middle of it. I imagine it was once a beautiful house, but now it's in ruins.

I quickly ran up the porch steps and sprinted into the house, slamming the door shut behind me. I tried to gain control of my breathing as I stood against the door with my palms pressed against the door. A startled yelp left my mouth as I felt a hand on my shoulder before someone was turning my body around and pressing me against the door, a hand pressed firmly against my mouth, "Don't scream; understand?" The man demanded. I quickly nodded as I took in his facial features. He had piercing green eyes and spiked black hair. His jaw was so incredibly defined that I really had to fight the urge to reach out and touch it… "What did you see?"

"D-dead body…it was that girl the hikers found. There was an, uh, animal, it-"

"Did it bite you?" The man demanded, cutting me off. Holy hell this guy is so hot…

"N-no. It, uh, just scratched me. Tore up my freaking jacket, too." I grumbled angrily. It was honestly the comfiest zip up I've ever worn… Holy shit! Scott was still out there, "M-my friend." I said suddenly, "My friend, he's still out there!"

"Was he bit?"

"I don't know! But he's out there! Scott's out there!" I exclaimed, trying to push the guy away from me; the dude was literally a freaking brick wall.

"Stop it! You go back out there and you'll die. Listen, go upstairs and go into the first room on the right. Hide under the bed and I'll come back for you." He said, staring down into my eyes. Dying…I'm dying…I'm dead…

"Okay, sexy." I agreed, before even realizing what I said.

"What?"

"What?"

"Just go upstairs." He snapped, "And put some pressure on your arms. I don't want to come back to a dead kid under my bed." He said, before pushing me towards the stairs and opening the door. I slowly complied and looked back at him. He was still staring, waiting for me to listen to him and go upstairs. The minute I walked into his room and crawled under the bed I heard the front door slam shut. I quickly reached into my pocket to get my iPhone and text Stiles, to tell him what's happening, but I have no pocket…the animal shredded it. And to think I thought this night couldn't get any worse…now I don't even have a phone…

The sound of Marimba woke me the next morning. I rolled over in bed confused and slide my finger across the screen of my phone, turning the alarm off. How the hell did I get back home? How did I even get my phone back? And where the hell did this leather jacket come from?!

I shuddered as my bare feet hit my hardwood floor and quickly made my way into my bathroom to look at myself in the mirror. Please don't let me be missing any body parts…Oh thank God, I'm okay. Still got two arms, two legs, one head…we're good. My eyebrows furrowed slightly when I took off the leather jacket and noticed gauze that was wrapped around my arm that the wilder beast scratched.

I looked down at my phone to check the time and saw that I had 17 missed calls and 32 unread messages from Stiles. There was nothing from Scott…I wonder if that guy found him. It was already going on 6:30 and unfortunately since I was running from Sasquatch last night, I didn't get the time to paint my nails or plan my hair ahead of time. Guess I'll be rushing this morning.

By the time I pulled my orange Slug Bug convertible into the Beacon Hills High parking lot there was only fifteen minutes until class started, and I could already see Stiles and Scott frantically talking to each other…well, Stiles was talking frantically.

"Hello, boys!" I exclaimed loudly as I ran up to them.

"Perrie!" They both yelled, taking their turns and pulling me into a bone crushing hug.

"Wow, boys. I know I'm irresistible but please try refrain yourself." I joked, laughing at their shocked faces.

"A-are you serious right now? Perrie, you go missing in the woods, don't answer any of my calls or texts, and now all of a sudden you're here joking like everything's fine?" Stiles exclaimed, earning an agreeing nod from Scott.

"I wasn't aware that everything wasn't fine?" I questioned, but then turned to Scott, "Except for you! Are you okay?! Did that one guy find you?" I asked him.

"What one guy?" He asked at the same time Stiles said, "No he's not okay! He got bit!"

"Holy shit, you got bit!?" I practically screamed.

"Yeah, right after you threw your sweatshirt at the wolf and we tried running it grabbed me." Scott explained. Aw damn, now I feel bad for running…

"Whoa, wolf? Come on Scott, we've been over this; there are no wolves in California. Haven't been for,"

"Sixty years, I know." Scott sighed, finishing for Stiles. "But you saw it, Perrie! It was a wolf, wasn't it?!"

"I can think of a lot of words to describe that thing: wilder beast, big foot, Lydia Martin…the list goes on." I told them earnestly, earning a laugh from Scott and an eye roll from Stiles. Psh, him and his third grade crush.

"Lydia Martin is no beast, okay? She's a princess. A beautiful, strawberry blonde princess. And she's coming this way…oh my God." Stiles squealed, before attempting to fix the little hair he had then turning to Lydia as her and Melanie Page walked past us. "Hey Lydia! How are you? You look…like you're going to ignore me again." Stiles called out, earning literally nothing in response. Scott and I were both staring at Stiles were blank looks on our face when he finally turned around angrily, "This is all your fault, you know! You've dragged me down to your nerd depths! Perrie too! She'd have the potential to be popular if it weren't for you! We've been scarlet nerded by you!" Stiles cried dramatically as Scott and I laughed and walked with him into school to start the first day.

So far sophomore year really wasn't as great as I thought it'd be. Sadly we were still some of the youngest in the school, which really didn't make you cool. Unless you were Lydia Martin, of course. I didn't have anything against Lydia really; we were actually kind of friends. We used to be a lot closer when we were kids, but we kind of grew apart. She would say she 'didn't agree with my lifestyle' but deemed that I was pretty enough to still be seen with her. You can imagine how honored I felt…

"Still staring at the new girl?" I asked Stiles as I walked up to his locker to see Scott staring dreamily at the new girl, Allison.

"Yep. Looks like Scotty here has a little crush." Stiles teased, pinching Scott's cheeks.

"Can someone please explain to me how the new girl has been here all of three hours and is already in Lydia's little clique?" Kayla Wilson, quite possibly the most annoying human being to ever walk this planet, asked us. My eye literally twitched just at hearing her voice.

"Simple, she's beautiful. Beautiful people travel in herds." Stiles explained, clearly not as annoyed by Kayla as I was.

"Well, I know plenty of beautiful people that don't hang out with Lydia." Kayla said rudely.

"Nobody asked you, Wilson." I snapped, making her give me a dirty look before slamming her locker shut and stomping away.

"Jeez, what'd she ever do to you?" Stiles joked, but before I could even respond Lydia was calling my name.

"Perrie! Come watch the lacrosse practice with us!" Lydia exclaimed, her arm looped with a scared looking Allison's.

"See ya boys." I said, smirking at the expressions on their faces. Ah, I swear messing with them never gets old…