You walked in,
Caught my attention,
I've never seen,
A man with so much dimension.

It's the way you walk,
The way you talk,
The way you make me feel inside,
It's in your smile,
It's in your eyes,
I don't wanna wait for tonight.

Daydreamin' - Ariana Grande

I moved to Beacon Hills with my parents and younger sister, Allison. We moved around a lot, but it's because we're werewolf hunters, except for Allison and myself. Personally, I don't agree with what my family does, I don't want to be a killer, even if those werewolves have killed. Why would I want to be like them? A killer.

My mother, Victoria, she... well, she basically scares me. She may seem kind but my mother is the opposite. I still love her though. There's my father, Chris, he doesn't scare me, just thought you should know. He's one the one who taught me about the real world we live in. Allison is more of the shy child compared to me. Since we moved around a lot, she got held back a year, but that didn't stop me from focusing on my education.

Snapping out of my thoughts, I checked my attire through my life-size mirror. Pure white rib tank top, red pink black multicolour roses printed mini skirt, white beaded bracelet, plain black ballet flats. My long red velvet hair was lightly curled. I didn't bother with foundation, my skin complexion was already tan, so I put black eyeliner, black mascara and light pink lipstick.

Today was my first day of senior year. I had this feeling that this year would be different. Hopefully no werewolves running around, that would be great. Grabbing my small bag, I say a quick goodbye to my parents and leave for school with Allison trailing behind me.

We arrived at BHHS. When we got there, everyone was already in class, we were late. I groaned, throwing my head back.

"We are always late on the first day," Allison complained.

We sat in a bench, waiting for the vice principle. Sighing, I pull my shirt up little more.

Then my sisters phone rang. "Mum, three calls on my first day is a little overdoing it..." I sighed again. Mum had called twice while we were in the car. Allison started digging through her bag. "Everything except a pen, oh my god, I didn't actually forget a pen. Okay, okay! I gotta go, love ya." She hung up, turning to me. "Do you have a pen?"

I took my bag off my shoulder, opening the zip and taking out my pencil case. I moved around some stationary, but I only had a black and red pen. "No, sorry."

"Sorry to keep you waiting." I looked up and saw the vice Principal. We stand up and walk over to him. "So, you were saying San Francisco isn't where you two grew up..." He said.

"No, but we lived there for more than a year, which is unusual in my family," I told him.

"Well hopefully Beacon Hills will be your last stop for a while." The vice Principal said, and opened the class room door.

He stepped in, along with Allison, "Class, this is our new student Allison Argent." He introduced. "Please do your best to make her feel welcome."

When he exited, he quickly took me to my English class, making small talk along the way.

He knocked on the wooden door, before opening it, "Class, we have a new student this year. Please make her welcome." Looking up as I hear shuffling sounds and I notice it's everyone turning to look at me.

"What's your name and where did you come from?" The English teacher asked once the vice principle left.

"I'm Madison Argent. I recently moved from San Francisco," I said with a smile smile.

"Well, welcome to Beacon Hills," she smiled back.

The whole class got a book to read, it was Pride and Prejudice. Already read it but it's one of my favourite novels.

The day was almost over, when I saw Allison sneaking glances at his boy from across the hall. Which, by the way, was not so sneaky.

"You're starring," I whispered to my younger sister.

"No, I'm not," Allison quickly grabbed something from her locker.

I glance over to boy, and look him up and down before I put my attention back on Allison. "He's cute, I say go for it." I smirked.

A strawberry blonde girl walked over to the both of us, I'm guessing she's Queen Bee. "That jacket is absolutely killer," she said admiringly, "Where'd you get it?"

"Our mom was a buyer for a boutique back in San Francisco," Allison explained.

Blondie smiled. "And you are my new best friend." She said, pointing to my sister, ignoring me.

Some guy ran up to Blondie and slid a hand against her waist, grabbing her attention. "Hey, Jackson," she greeted warmly, hugging his waist and bringing him in for a kiss. I rolled my eyes, glancing elsewhere.

"So," Blondie said, folding her arms over her chest. "This weekend, there's a party." Then she looked over to me, giving me a disapproving look. What did I do?

"A party?" My sister asked.

"Yeah, friday night. You should come," the guy, Jackson, said.

"Uh, I can't it's family night this friday." My lips twitched, glancing over to Allison.

"Thanks for asking," I spoke up.

"You sure?" He asked, "Everyone's going after the scrimmage."

"You mean like football?"

"Football's a joke a Beacon," he scoffed, "The sport here is lacrosse, we've won the state championship here for the past three years."

"Because of a certain team captain," Blondie said proudly, kissing him. I made a face, looking away.

"Well we have practice in a few minutes. That is, if you don't have anything else..." I mentally groaned.

"Well...I was going to..." Allison started to say.

"Perfect, you're coming." I raised my eyebrows at the girl. She is very demanding.

Allison grabbed my wrist, pulling me with her.

Walking up the stairs, they sat on my bleaches, but I stayed standing up. "Why aren't you sitting?" The red head asked, whose name I still haven't learned.

"I did some damage to my leg a few weeks ago. It hurts sometimes when I sit down and I've been doing that non-stop all day," I explained. I didn't really do any damage to leg, it was a girl from opposite team while playing soccer, instead of kicking the ball, she kicked my knee.

I hummed, keeping my eye on a particular lacrosse player. Number eleven. He had increased strength and speed. I see one boy sitting at the bottom of the bleaches. "I'll be right back." I walked down the steps to meet with a skinny pale boy.

"Is number 'eleven' okay?" I asked him.

"What?" He asked, confused at what I said. "Oh yeah, he's fine. I guess all that practising really paid off." I nodded. "I'm Stiles Stilinski."

"Madison Argent."

"Allison's sister?" I nodded. "I'm sort of friends with her." I cocked one eyebrow.

"It was nice to meet you, Stiles."

I pulled a up a grocery shop because my mother told me to get some stuff for dinner. I was going to buy some alcohol with my fake ID but Allison decided to tag along. Buzz kill...

When I collected my things, I bumped into someone, making me drop my things. "I'm so sorry! I wasn't watching where I was going. I'm sorry," I apologised, kneeling down and re-collecting the things I dropped.

The mysterious person helped me, and when I stood up, I was star struck by his eyes. So green! I saw he was holding my bundle of keys.

"Um, can I have my keys back?" I asked, he handed them to me, while I mumbled a "thanks'.

Walking away, I heard Allison say, "He's cute, I say go for it." She repeated my words, making me smile. I shook my head. "What? The great Madison Argent has given up on finding 'Mr. Perfect'? I'm sure he's out there, you gotta go find him."

"Do you remember last time I want out with someone? I wouldn't talk to anyone for a month. Do you want to know what it was like? Cause I can talk through everything I was feeling at that time," taking a break, I calmed down, "I don't think there is a happy ending for me. So in the near future, I shall become a crazy cat lady...or maybe dogs, they're more obedient." Sarcasm dripped from the last sentence.

I look back to the mysterious man and see him just standing there with his back to me, as if he was listening. Creeeeeeeepy.

"I'm sorry I brought it up. I totally forgot about that," Allison shot me a sympathetic look.

"Yeah, of course you'd forget it," I mumble so she couldn't hear me.

After a long shower, I changed into grey sweat pants, black singlet and white socks. I sat on my window seat and opened a light purple book, and began to write in my journal.

Dear diary,

I don't even know why I write in this anymore. You can't talk back or give me advice when I need it, which by the way, would be great. So today was my first day at a new school... again. I have this feeling that something big is going to happen, just hope I'm not sure when it does. I thought about trying for the girls soccer team...I know, I know, my knee is already stuffed up, maybe I could start dancing again

.

I thought about him again. When do I not? No matter how hard I try to forget, it all comes rushing back. I pretend to be this happy, sarcastic girl, when all I am is an open wound. Ever since it happened I've never said it, and I know I should.

Tear drops fall on the paper.

I miss him.

There was a knock at my bedroom door.

"Come in!" I called, wiping any evidence of the tears.

The door opened and I watched as Allison ran and jumped on my bed, looking at the ceiling.

"What's up?" I asked.

I could see her lips twitch into a smile, "I have a date for the party on Friday."

I closed my diary and put it next to me. "Who is it?" I asked smiling.

"Scott McCall," she let out a dreamy sigh.

I chuckled, "The one with the cute brown eyes, on the lacrosse team?"

She nodded, "His eyes are cute, aren't they?"

My knee felt better this morning, there was no pain, it weird because I can feel it everyday. I took advantage of that, I joined the dance group in school. I didn't go for soccer since I could easily slip my knee out of place.

"Hi, welcome. I'm Miss Denton, but call me Melanie or Mel," she greeted the medium size mixed gender group. "We are putting on a showcase after the formal." Melanie smiled. "I suggest you pick your partner and start practising. And remember, your performance has to have a meaning, you don't have to tell anyone because we will see it through the dance."

Everyone went had found a partner, except for me... and some guy. I guess I'm stuck with him. "Hi, I'm Madison Argent."

"Hey, it's nice to meet you. I'm Jeremy Toms." I smiled. I've seen him in my English class. "So, what types of dance do you know?"

"Hip-hop, contemporary and lyrical," I answered smiling. "But mostly contemporary."

"Okay." I nodded. "There's a dance studio next to the local park, I'll book in a session so we can practice. So, it's settled. We dance contemporary," Jeremy smiled.

"Are you sure?" I asked, raising both eyebrows.

"Yeah, I'm an expert when it comes to that."

"Cool. Now I have to go find my sister," I said.

"Yeah, bye." I ran off to find Allison.

Party time.

"Are you ready?" Allison asked impatiently, with her head in my room. She scanned my outfit. "You know, it's only a party. You don't have to dress like that." What's wrong with what I'm wearing? Black skinny jeans, ribbon tie ankle boots and a cream lace tank top. I had straightened my hair and clipped on a pure white bow in the middle. Mascara and eyeliner as usual.

"Yes, I do. I'm not going to look like a dag. Now I am ready."

"Good because Scott is waiting outside for us, and you could never look like a dag," she smiled.

We said goodbye to our parents and hopped into Scott's car.

"I'm sorry for crashing your date. The parental guardians wouldn't let me take the car," I apologised.

"It's fine. I don't mind," Scott said. I smiled.

We arrived at the party, it was a full house. I'm hoping I find someone I know. Glancing around, I found some drinks. I grab a bottle and start to drink it. In twenty minutes, I had finished two and a half bottles of something very strong. I think I was drunk.

"Would you like to dance?" A voice behind me asked. I twirl around and see tan boy there. Jeremy. I nodded.

I place my drink on the table beside me, while Jeremy pulled me out to the backyard "Just so you know, this is nothing more than us dancing as friends. Don't get any ideas, 'cause I happen to know karate." That was lie but he didn't have to know that.

I hear a familiar song come on. Candy by Aggro Santos and Kimberly Wyatt. I used to be in love with this song. The dance felt kind of awkward, but I loosened up. I danced with him for three more songs, before walking in to the kitchen and made myself some coffee. Smart girl, that's what I am.

When I saw Allison rush out the front door, I ran after her. "Where's Scott?" I asked, looking around. "He was our ride." I complained.

"I don't know, we were dancing and then he just took off." Allison looked upset.

"I'm sure there's a valid excuse for why he ran away. Maybe he got a headache from the loud music, I think I've got one, or it's from the alcohol I drank." I groaned, gently rubbed my temples.

"Madison, Allison," a voice said. I spin around to see familiar face. "I'm Derek, a friend of Scott's. He told me to take you home." He stated. He was the one who I bumped into at the shops...

I waited for Allison to answer, but I realised she was waiting for me to. "Oh, umm. Yeah, sure." We walked over to his car. A black camaro.

"Where to?" He asked, and I gave him the address. I sat in the passenger side while Allison sat in the back.

The whole ride was silent.

...I didn't like it.

When Derek pulled up at our house, it looked like my parents were still awake.

"Thanks Derek," I smile at him, but he did not return one, just nodded. Whatever, it's good enough.

"How was the party?" My mother curiously asked, leaning against the threshold of my bedroom. I had just finished getting into a pair of plain black pyjama pants and a white 'New York' tank top.

"Well, it was surprisingly fun," I admitted, "also, I had gotten drunk, but I sobered myself up. Coffee does the trick." I winked, then giggled.

"There shouldn't of even of even be any alcohol at the party in the first place," she shook her head. "Anyway, I'm going to bed. Goodnight." She walked away when I mumbled 'night'.

Through the middle of the night, I had snuck out. I wanted to clear my head, to be away from people. I found an empty park and sat down at a bench. Let's hope my parents don't notice I snuck out.

I sat in the exact same spot for thirty minutes just thinking. The sound of footsteps pulled me out of my trance. I looked up to see Derek walking towards me.

"What are you doing out here in the middle of the night? Haven't you heard of the attacks?" He questioned.

"I could ask you the same thing but I don't really care," I replied snarkly. I saw him sit next to me.

"Do you wanna-"

"No," I cut him off. "Is Scott okay?"

"What do you mean?" Derek asked.

"It was a full moon, he looked like he was going to kill someone." I rolled my eyes.

"So you know what he is."

"I didn't, but you just confirmed it." I smiled as I saw him tense up. "Don't worry, I'm not going to tell my parents, your secrets are safe with me." It was no lie, Derek is too cute to be dead.

"Why should I trust you? You are an Argent," he asked.

Someone has trust issues. "Ouch," I faked being hurt, putting my hand over my chest. "I haven't given you a reason not to. Does it look like I'm pointing a crossbow at your chest, no it doesn't. And I'm pretty sure my heartbeat didn't go up." He nodded.

I faced towards him and said, "I'm sorry about your family, I really am."

"How do you know about that? You only moved here a couple days ago."

"My dad has told me all about you, and then he lectured me to stay away from you, something about you being trouble," I responded.

"Then why aren't you staying away from me?"

"I find nothing wrong with you." He looked into my eyes and I saw him slowing moving closer. Was he really going to kiss me? My eyes flicker from his eyes to his lips and back. He was millimetres away from my lips, and hesitated then I crushed my lips onto his. Feeling him kiss me back I tried so hard not to smile.

When I pulled away, I didn't know what to say. My heart was beating so fast I thought it was going to jump out of my chest. So I quickly stood up and ran, not thinking about my knee. What was I thinking?!