The sun was slowly rising over Beacon Hills, California. The time standing at 6:05am, a girl walks slowly through the woods, enjoying the early morning breeze and the feeling of to sun hitting her skin the higher it rises in the sky. Dressed in a pair of black skinny jeans with a baggy plain white t-shirt, with an accompanying pair of British Knights on her feet and a checked backpack on her back, she looks fairly happy. It's the last day of summer before school starts, and Rogue Viride wants to make the most of it. Soon it'll be back to doing stupid homework and having to get up at ungodly hours to make it in time to not get detention. Its sophomore year, which means that she actually has to concentrate in class; midterms actually mean something this year.

Finally reaching her destination, the burned down home that once resembled the mighty mansion of the Hale clan; she'd googled it once, she finds a tree to lean against, and sits down. Shuffling her bag of her back, she opens it up, and firstly pulls out an energy drink. See Rogue isn't a normal person. As a child she fell in love with the dark, and since night is when it's darkest she became a night owl, meaning she doesn't sleep that often, unless during the day. Unfortunately summer is at an end, which means that sleeping is going to have to occur during the night, since sleeping isn't allowed in school; not that she cares much about the rules. Popping the cap, she takes a large gulp before placing it down next to her, steadily. Reaching into her bag once more, she pulls out a sketch pad and a pack of pencils. Zipping the bag up, she throws it to the side of her, and pulls her knees up slightly, so the pad has something to rest against.

With her ipod set on shuffle, and her headphones on, she allows herself to relax, and begins to draw. The pencil flows freely upon the page, not really concentrating much on the drawing, but drinking in every detail of the house. Every now and then, she would pause to take a sip of her drink, and then return to the drawing. After around an hour of this, she takes a break to have some food; a simple cereal bar to keep her going until lunch time. She takes her time, knowing that she has all day to finish her drawing, and decided to read for a little while, to give her wrists a break. They can only take so much movement before arthritis starts to set in, which happens to be very painful.

However, her day is cut short when a certain broody man appears. At first she doesn't realise he's there, until he's stood over her, and his shadow swallows up some of the words on the page. Realising she has company, she looks up, only to find she's staring at a stranger, who could only be a few years older than her. Yelping a little, she slams her book shut, and then scowls. The guy glares back, and then speaks up. 'What're you doing here? This is private property!' He growls. Rolling her eyes, she retorts with 'Not anymore. The county took over this property yesterday, meaning that your point is invalid. And anyways, I haven't seen a Hale around here in years, so there's no need to worry.' The guy glares even more, which makes her huff and cross her arms, determined not to move from her spot. 'Well you're looking at one right now, and I don't care if the county took over this is my house, so you should leave.' He snaps. She just raise an eyebrow at him. Not a good thing to do at a girl with a short temper. But instead of snapping back, she just grins and says 'Make me.'

That stops brooding in his tracks, and his mouth falls open a little, which makes her grin get bigger. He growls, and then grabs her arm and yanks her up. And yet again, she yelps. 'Whoa dude, i wasn't serious! Wait, i need my bag!' She half shouts. The guy lets her arm go, and she leans down and swipes up her bag, sketch pad and drink. Standing up straight, she huffs once the hand is back on her upper arm, and begins to drag her along. Rolling her eyes, she snaps 'This isn't necessary you know. I do know how to walk!' But he doesn't let go. Instead, he glances down at her, smirks in a very cocky way, and carries on till they reach his car. Letting go for a brief second, he pulls open the passenger door and shoves her in. 'What the-..' She splutters.

After he's climbed into the driver side, he locks the doors and starts the car. She just stares at him, mouth open. It's not very often that Rogue Viride is speechless. The drive back to town takes around ten minutes, and without telling the guy where she lives they're outside her apartment block.

Narrowing her eyes at him, she tightens her lips. 'I'm not entirely sure if i want to know how you know where I live, so i'm not going to ask. But some advice? Next time someone steps onto your not property; next time, if you're going to drive them home, at least ask for directions. It's less creepy.' And with that she leans over him, unlocks the doors and stomps out into the morning air once more.

The next day.

So, today is the first day back in school, and i'm not looking forward to it at all. I'd spent most of last night baking for tonight, since me and my best friends were going to be hanging out, and they just love my cupcakes. I've known Scott and Stiles ever since I moved over here when i was 11 years old. My parents were American, which meant that although me and my brother were born in the UK, we were able to live in the States without needing a visa. After six years, I'd lost most of my British accent, it only showing through when i'm angry, which isn't often. After hitting the snooze button a million or so times, i finally find the energy to drag myself out of bed. Scott and Stiles had gone out body hunting last night, and had asked me to go along, but ever since i saw my parents mangled bodies i never wanted to see one again. They died when i was 14, and me and my brother had to live with my uncle, but as soon as Zak turned 18 he bought his own place and moved us out of there. Our parents were successful business partners, and owned around three companies. Both me and my brother now owned one each, and then shared half of the third.

He's in NYU right now, studying business, since he wants to fully run the companies when he's able to, and not Uncle Frank, who isn't our actual uncle, but our fathers best friend. He was a great guy, but we hardly saw him since he lives in Washington. It's now 7:13am, and i have exactly half an hour before i have to be in school, which means that i have to get dressed super quickly. Turning my straighteners on, and head to my closet. My closet isn't like most girls. It's not full to the brim with dresses and skirts, instead it's full of battered skinny jeans, baggy t-shirts with the occasional fitting one, along with several hoodies and several un-girly clothing. Deciding on a washed out blue pair and a black t-shirt that hugs me slightly, i head into the bathroom to take a quick shower.

It only takes me five minutes to wash my hair and stuff, and then another few minutes to blow dry it; the perks of having a 'pixie cut.' After getting dressed, i head back to my room and sort my hair out. Deciding quickly that i fancy wearing some braces, i pull my white ones out. After fitting them, I take a glance at myself in the mirror. A jacket shouldn't be needed since it's still summer, but the weather is meant to drop drastically so i grab one anyway just incase. Shoving my feet into my shoes, i grab my bag and head out to my car. It's a classic American Muscle, the one car i'd always obsessed with since i first saw a picture of it. The 1969 Chevrolet Camaro ZL1, in green was the present my father had bought me when i was 14 years old. I was getting into mechanics, and he'd found it in a scrap yard, and had told me that once i knew as much as i needed to, he would financially support me to do the car up.

After years of working on it, when i turned 16 the car was ready. It was perfect timing, since it meant that i was able to get my license, and i wouldn't look at total dweeb like Scott, since he still had to ride his bike to school. How embarrassing. The drive was pretty quiet, my radio tuned into an old rock station. I was kinda nervous about starting, and also about seeing Lydia Martin. Ever since second grade when i snapped her crayons she's hated me. She was already popular and quite good looking back then, but the older we got the worse it became. It started out with just snide comments towards me, about the way i dressed and how I wasn't a boy so why did i dress like one? Not that it bothered me, but after she mentioned that it was probably because i had no parents around to stop me, i snapped and i think i slapped her at one point. Ever since then i'd hated her back, and any comment she made towards me, i times by ten.

Every teacher in the school knew never to pair us up, and if any new teachers came into school, they were warned. A few hadn't listened and had tried anyway, but after one big blow up in a classroom, we had been taken out of the same classes and put into other ones, which i was pretty grateful for, since it meant i only had to see her snide face in the hallways. Arriving a few minutes before the bell, i rush out of my car and walk briskly into school, hoping to make it to chemistry before Harris realises i'm late and he gives me detention. Ever since he noticed me hanging with Stiles, his hate campaign has transferred onto me, so now every little thing i do means that I get detention. That's the reason i hate all chemistry teachers.

Walking through the classroom doors just as the final bell is ringing; i slip into the nearest open seat, which is next to someone i've never seen before. I give her a brief smile, and then rummage through my bag to try and find a pen. Usually we all leave our bags in our lockers, but since i was running late i didn't have time to stop by mine, meaning that I had to take it to lesson with me, which is such a ball ache. Glancing at the girl next to me, i see she's almost staring at me. I just grin, and turn my eyes back front to concentrate on what duckweed is talking about. Once we've made notes on our assignments, we're allowed to head to the library to find information to start on. I meet up with Scott and Stiles in the hallway, and they're talking about the dead body they went to find. 'Dude, you'll have to show me it tonight!' Stiles is saying. I roll my eyes. I don't think he realises what seeing a dead body can do to you mentally, but i won't stop him wondering out in the woods with a murderer on the loose.

My thoughts flick back the Hale i'd met yesterday, and i briefly wondered if he could be the murderer, he certainly looked as though he could be. By now were in the library sat at a table. I snort at the idea, which stops my besties in their tracks. They stop talking and stare at me, and i just grin at them. 'So, R you in tonight? Pretty please? We need you!' Stiles begs me. I roll my eyes. 'Stiles – I" I start to say, but he cuts me off. 'You owe me! During the summer Zak called me and asked me where you were and why you weren't answering your phone, and instead of telling him you were out at a dumb club i told him you'd passed out on my bed! You said that you owed me. I'm calling in that owe.' He stresses. I sigh, knowing he'd got me. 'Fine, i'll come with you if it'll make you happy!' I mutter. He just beams at me.

The rest of the day flies by without complication, and i even manage to avoid Lydia, which is always a bonus. Before i know it i'm following Stile's jeep up to the preserve. 'I can't believe i'm doing this. If we find the damn body it's going to bring back the damn nightmares again, and then i'll have to take the damn anti-depressants again.' I mutter to myself. Ever since i'd seen their bodies, i'd been on anti-depressants, but recently things were starting to look up and i felt i didn't need to take them. Pulling my car up aside his jeep, i huff once more before climbing out, and slamming the door shut. Stiles and Scott are bickering as usual, but i can't be dealing with them right now. 'Can we just get this over with? I have things to do.' I tell them. That snaps them into action, and we head into the woods.

'I dunno what it was, it was like i had all the time in the world to catch the ball!' Scott explains. He's talking about stupid lacrosse, and how he's suddenly become amazing at it. He then goes on to say. 'That's not the only weird thing either, i can hear things i shouldn't be able to hear, smell things i shouldn't be able to smell.' Stiles snorts. 'Smell things?' He asks. Scott nods, and says 'yeah, like the mint mojito gum in your pocket.' Stiles raises an eyebrow, and mutters about not having any gum in his pocket, but doesn't finish his sentence when he indeed pulls out a piece. I just raise an eyebrow at him, and smirk cockily. He sticks his tongue out at me. 'Child!' I call over my shoulder as i make my way up the banking from the river. They follow suit, and before we know it we're where Scott thinks he found the body. Thankfully, she isn't there. 'I'm sure this is where it was! The deer came running, i lost my inhaler, i was bitten by that thing!' Scott explains. This makes my ears perk up. 'Wait what, you got bitten and you dumbasses didn't think to tell me?' I cut in. Scott just looks at me sheepishly. Stiles however, decided to explain. 'Yeah, he says it was a wolf! How funny is that? I mean, California hasn't had wolves in like sixty years!' he exclaims, throwing his arms in the air.

That's when i notice him. Well, I see the leather jacket first, but then i see him, and so does stiles. Hitting Scott's shoulder, he nods in the guys direction, which makes Scotty jump up. 'What're you doing here? Huh? This is private property!' He scowls at me. I roll my eyes at him, and mutter under my breath 'Drama queen.' His scowl turns into a glare. 'Uh, sorry man we didn't know.' Stiles says. Scott jumps in then. 'Yeah, we were looking for something, but uh – never mind.' He cuts himself off. I just smirk at broody. He looks seriously pissed. 'You do know that the county actually owns this property now?' I speak up, repeating my words from yesterday morning. 'Meaning that we can literally be here if we want to me, and you can't do squat?' I ask, grinning. He looks like he's going to rip my head off. Scott and Stiles are staring at me. Scott speaks up again. 'Sorry about her man, she doesn't know when to keep her mouth shut, clearly.' He says, glaring at me. I roll my eyes dramatically, and cross my arms over my chest. 'Uh, we'll be going now then, and sorry, again!' Stiles mutters, and grabs my arm and pulls me along.

When we're back at the cars, i've heard enough about me having a death wish. 'Dude, he could have been the killer, and you provoked him! We're lucky you're still breathing. You do know that was Derek Hale right?' Scott mutters angrily. I roll my eyes again. 'Guys seriously, he practically dragged me off his 'property' yesterday morning. He knew i was just teasing him.' I explain. They scowl. 'Go home R, I know we were meant to be coming over tonight, but Scott needs some help with something, so we're going to have to take a rain check!' Stiles tells me out of his window. I nod my head, and watch them as they set off down the road.

Sighing, I flip the radio to my favourite station, and lean back in my seat, trying to will my body to relax. Closing my eyes for a few seconds, I take a deep breath and clamp down on the images infiltrating my mind. When i open them, i almost fall out of my seat, since brooding is stood infront of my car. Yelping, again I flail around a little, until i realise it's just him, and relax, scowling. He's grinning at me, what a douche! 'Dick.' I mutter, which just makes his grin get wider, as if he'd heard what i'd said. He walks around to the my side, and leans in through the window. 'You should go home you know, there's a murderer somewhere in the woods.' He says, smirking. I roll my eyes. 'Yeah, and the big bad wolf is going to come out and eat me.' I mutter. He looks temporally stricken that i'd say such a thing, but once he see's i'm joking he relaxes. Who knew i was going to be right about the big bad wolf?

'And you came onto my property again, your friend was right; you must have a death wish.' He says sternly. I sigh. 'I didn't want to come okay? Personally I have better things to do than come trekking in the woods to find a dead body; i've already seen a few and they were enough for me.' I say sourly, my mind flashing back to my parents. Brooding frowns, but doesn't ask, which i'm grateful for. 'So Derek, how do you know where I live?' I ask him. He looks shocked that i know his name, but doesn't comment. "I went to school with your brother; we were friends up in New York.' He tells me, smiling slightly. Oh, he knows Zak? "He didn't tell you to keep an eye on me did he?' I ask darkly. Derek laughs. "He might have hinted that he wanted me to, but i argued that you're old enough to look after yourself, so why would you need me to check up on you? You've stood up to me pretty well so far.' He says. I grin at that.

After a few more minutes he decided to leave, and i'm left alone once more. When i finally arrive home it's around 7:30, and i'm extremely tired and decide to collapse into bed. All in all, the first day back at school didn't go so bad.