A.N. hey guys this is my new teen wolf story. Its finally summer so I actually have time for something. I have a few chapters in the works for this so tell me how you like it.
This story takes place after season 2 of Teen wolf. I've seen the newer seasons I just prefer the older seasons to the newer ones. I miss Jackson :( So don't get confused. I really don't plan on this following any of the new seasons story line. Its just a place for my OC.
Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
"NO!" She sang as the bass solo came up and let go of the car wheel to play along air guitar style. Her beautiful red Buick Lesabre 1970, swerved a little and she quickly placed her hands back on the wheel to steady it. Driving down the road for hours had gotten her hyped up and ready to get to where she was going. You would think the opposite, but after that Double Mocha Locha Latte at the coffee shop at 5 in the morning she was itching to move.
Just as the song was finishing she drove past the towns sign. Beacon Hills clearly welcoming whoever drove into their jurisdiction. Opening the window to take a wiff of the different air here she inhaled. Coming over the town's line it had clearly been marked Werewolf territory a while ago. And by the smell of things they were still here.
She grinned to herself as she drove further into town. Boy would they be surprised to see her.
"Hey Scott!" Stiles said running after him in the hallway of the school. "You ready for lunch?"
"You know I'm always hungry," Scott said with his crooked grin as they continued to the lunch room.
"Yeah that werewolf predator hungry thing," Stiles said with little claw motions in front of him. Making a joke like he always does.
They came in weaving through the crowd and sat down at their usual lunch table on the end. Looking around to everyone else around them so they knew they wouldn't be heard. Before talking about what they really wanted to talk about.
"So? You heard about Jackson?" Stiles asked leaning in closer to Scott.
"Yeah, I guess Derek's taken it up on himself to train him. Especially since he was the one who caused this whole thing by biting him." He replied. If Derek had never bit Jackson in the first place this might not have ever happened.
"Yeah but did you hear the other thing?" Stiles asked looking around the lunch room again.
"You mean that Jackson is moving halfway through summer to England with his parents and told Lydia to move on?" Scott said with a slight grin.
Stiles looked alittle disappointed at his statement and raised his hands in defeat. "Man I can never find out about anything before you." He said and began to moop in his usual demeanor.
Scott chuckled his eyes dancing with amusement at his friend, "It helps having super werewolf hearing."
The laughter quickly stopped when a hand flew down between them. "Speaking of-" said the voice that did so. The two looked up to see Jackson looking down at them. "It comes in pretty handy and if you two idiots could mind your own business instead of getting into mine anymore, it'd be appreciated." Jackson said in his cocky attitude with a little hostility behind his words.
They hadn't seen him in the last few days, though he was still the same old Jackson. Apparently Derek had been training him since he changed and he had been skipping school to do so. This was one of the first times they'd seen him since the transformation.
"He-Hey Jackson," Stiles said voice shaking though he was trying his best to play it off, "Where's Lydia?" Stiles was just trying to turn the conversation around. Usually the last person you wanted to be on the bad side of was Jackson. Even if they did do him a huge favor.
Jackson sighed taking a seat out from under another kid to sit in the end of the table between Scott and Stiles. While the kid behind him plummeted to the ground and turned around to give a dirty look but quickly retracted it seeing as it was Jackson who had done it.
"After I told her we were moving she packed up to take the rest of the semester in France. Apparently they had offered a scholarship earlier to her or something." He said only half concerned before stealing some of Stiles fries on his lunch tray.
"Uh sorry man," Stiles said trying to swat his hand away from his food.
"Yeah, kinda sucks," Jackson said, "How about you lover boy?" Jackson said directing his question at Scott. "How's your lady?"
Scott sighed and his face quickly changed to an upset look, "I'd tell you if I knew. Her and her father packed up and left town about three days ago."
"And you don't know where she went?" Jackson asked.
"No, I've..uh…been trying to avoid talking to her." Scott said sadly. Though he didn't want anyone to know how much it really hurt him. He was in love with Allison and her leaving was heartbreaking.
"Good," Jackson said firmly. Not all that concerned with Scotts heartbreak. "There are plenty of other chicks in this town to get a hold of." As he looked around the room at some of the other girls.
"Uh if you haven't noticed Jackson," Stiles jumped in, "Scott isn't exactly in the 'get back out there mood.' Besides most of these girls are people we've gone to school with since middle school. Who don't exactly want to be gotten ahold of by us." It was awkward talking to these girls now that they were all older and bigger…in certain places.
Jackson turned from the others to look in another direction as a grin planted itself on his face, "How about something different then?"
Scott and Stiles turned their attention to where Jackson was looking, which just so happened to be where a lot of other people were looking as well. They watched as some people began to whisper and discretely gesture to the same spot.
In the door way of the lunch room stood a girl they had never seen before. She was tall, obviously Native American with her slightly darker skin and her jet black hair that was flowing all the way to her waist in a braid. She had on a loose black tank top and some blue skinny jeans with gray boots on. Though her top was loose you could tell she had a killer body that was hiding beneath her cloths.
The way the light was shinning on her really highlighted her Indian heritage. Her skin was almost glowing as she talked to the teacher in the doorway who looked to be showing her around the room. She smiled at what the female teacher said and her white teeth glowed with perfection.
The female teacher went ahead and walked through the lunch room and she followed after her. Her smell gliding past them as she walked. It was an unknown scent Scott had never smelled before, mixing with sweet and salty for an entirely new blend. It was the kind of scent that made you want to bury yourself in it and never come out. Only to sit there and smell that sweet skin.
She went up to the lunch line, completely ignoring or oblivious to the fact of all the eyes on her. Like the rest of the school had never seen a girl before.
"New meat." Jackson whispered in his deep voice to both Scott and Stiles who were still watching her as she got some fruit from the lunch lady.
"Alright class," Said the male teacher to his students. Scott and Stiles both happened to be in this class as the new girl walked in, Mr. Spiner's history class. Instead of acting shy like most new students would she came in with her head held high and confidence in her eyes. Looking the class square in the eyes as they observed her. The only thing different about her from lunch was that she had a bookbag on now. She must have gotten her books for her classes.
"This is Willow," said Mr. Spiner, "I know we don't usually have transfers this late into the year with what only a month left, but Ms. Willow here has most of her credits and will just be finishing up some classes with us to graduate. I expect you all to be welcoming." And he turned to Willow. "You can take a seat anywhere there's an open spot."
"Thank you," She said quietly and took the only empty seat there was which was in the second row next to Danny. She immediately took off her backpack dropping it to the floor next to her and opening it for a book and a notepad.
Scott and Stiles starred at her. Stiles because she was new and interesting. I mean who transfers in with not even a month left of school. Well Lydia I suppose since she went to France for the summer, but that's not the point. The point is that it's fishy. And he didn't like the way that Scott seemed on edge about her. Ever since they left the lunch room it's like he's had this bad feeling about her.
Scott couldn't help but think that there was something off about her. Maybe it was her smell, the way she held herself, the sounds she made. But there was just something about her that seemed different from regular people. But maybe he was just over thinking things. She looked enough like a regular girl.
She threw her head back to flip her braid over her head and reached down to her bag to get a pencil out. As she came up her head flew up to his direction to look him in the eye. They looked at each other's eyes for a good few seconds before he swore her usual green eyes started to glow some. She quickly pulled herself back up to listen to the teacher ahead of them. Ignoring what had just transpired between the two. In that second he smelled the sweet aroma around her double as Scott shook his head and snorted to clear his mind from the sudden daze over it.
Or maybe not, he thought shooting a look to Stiles that something weird was definitely going on with the new girl. Stiles nodding in agreement that they would both be watching her.
Aw man I can't believe I let myself do that. Willow thought as she got her books out from her locker for her next class. True she didn't need any of these classes and physics had been easy enough when they had taught her on the reservation, but she still didn't want to be late on her first day here.
She had been nice enough to listen to the kind redheaded female teacher that had shown her around this morning. But the truth was that she was freaking out about all the werewolves she would be going to school with.
She hadn't expected that so many of them went here. Which I guess was stupid on her part. She should have been prepared for anything. Now she'll have to speed up her plan and talk to the pack leader earlier than expected before things got to out of hand. She would just have to keep her distance for now.
She had already let it slip to one of his beta's that she wasn't exactly normal, thanks to the fiasco in class. But she had lived around her kind so much that it didn't even occur to her until after she did it. Maybe he didn't notice. Maybe she could get to the alpha of this town and try to explain something's before she'd have to skip town because of one mistake.
One thing was for sure was that she was liking the whole regular high school thing. The people here seemed so real and the classes were really easy. On the reservation with the rest of her Native American brothers she had always been schooled secludedly. Away from the outside world because of the dangers it held. Even though they were so powerful themselves. But it was nice to just be regular for a change. She just had to be sure to watch herself so a slip up like earlier won't happen again.
A few hours later she was done with school. Not too bad for a first day. Her teachers seemed nice enough and had been eager to help her if she had any trouble. She was even able to answer quit a few questions on the pop quiz her anatomy teacher gave them. Of course he said she didn't have to take it this being her first day and all. But she volunteered and said she would just like to try on it. Really it was an all-around decent day.
She walked out of the school waving to a few people who had been nice enough to introduce themselves to her and went out to her car. She had gotten here early enough to get signed up for things that she had been parked pretty close to the school.
The principle had seemed kind of skeptical at first taking a teenagers transfer forms so late into the year without any parent of guardian with them. Even though she had all the necessary paperwork and was a legal adult. After telling some lie about her being 18 and just leaving foster care to start her life he seemed to be even more surprised. But after looking at her GPA was more than happy to admit her into the school. Saying that he was, 'happy she would be graduating with them.' Yeah more like happy you'll bring up the school's reputation. It was a good thing she had always studied ahead like her mother encouraged her to do.
Taking her car keys in hand she unlocked the car manually before pressing the unlock button to throw her bag in the back. She opened the hood to throw it in listening to a group of girls next to her car talk about some guy in school who was just 'dreamy,' before closing the hood.
She hadn't expected someone to be waiting for her the second she closed it. Nearly bumping into him and having to take a step back. The boy was tall, with blond hair, sort of built like an athlete.
"The names Jackson," he said with a grin on his face, jumping to the point. He did seem like one of those popular types, "And you are?"
The smell of werewolf was overwhelming with this guy. So much so that he didn't even seem aware of it. She looked to see him inhaling. He must be taking in her scent. Willow tried to focus and keep things under control so that a mistake like in the classroom wouldn't happen again. If she did that here with this guy so close she would be in trouble.
Willow got slightly nervous before she turned her head. She could feel someone else's eyes on her. Scanning over the crowd of people coming from the school building her eyes landed on the only one who wasn't moving regularly.
The guy from before, in class. The werewolf with the dark hair and tan skin who had been looking at her before, he was listening. She could tell because he had his head slightly turned to her. Trying to remain inconspicuous to the fact that he was listening in. While the other guy beside him, the non-werewolf, was doing a poor job of it. But she could tell that all of his senses were directed right at them, waiting to see what her reaction would be.
Willow knew she couldn't blow her cover already. She had been in town for barley a day and a half. She couldn't let them know what she was yet. She had to play it cool, try to get off their radar. She turned her attention back to the werewolf in front of her, Jackson he said his name was.
"I'm Willow," she said with a smile, "Willow Rain." And she put out her hand to shake his, which he gladly accepted.
"That's quite a name," he said withdrawing his hand from hers. Thank God! She would have to wash up for 20 minutes to get the werewolf stink off her now.
"It's a family thing," She said evenly, "Native American and all." Although she wanted nothing more than to get in her baby and speed away, this guy was blocking her path to her car. Not to mention tweedle dee and tweedle dum listening in on her. She didn't need them reporting anything to their alpha.
"Really, so what brings out all the way out to Beacon Hills?" He asked, "Family move out here?"
Man this guy and his questions. He was obviously trying to get something out of her but she couldn't very well spill the truth. Sticking with her original story would be the best bet.
"Actually I'm here alone," she said, "Rain is a family name but I've been in foster care for some time now. After I turned 18 I decided it was time to get out."
"Really? Taking your own path huh. So where are you staying then?" he asked.
"At Beacon apartments, about 5 miles from here. I just moved in yesterday," She really didn't want to give out her location but she didn't know the town well enough to give him a fake answer. Why did he want to know anyway? Was he going to follow her?
"So you're pretty new to town then. Do you like it here so far?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.
She honestly had no idea where this guy was going with this conversation. Willow thought this guy was trying to get information out of her. But he just seemed to be making small talk. Maybe she was just being paranoid and they weren't as suspicious of her as she originally thought they were.
"Yeah it's a really nice town," she answered politely.
"Listen," Jackson said as he began to slow down his speech, "If you ever need a guide around town, I know all the great spots." And he gave her seductive look and leaning into her.
She nearly fell over. This guy wasn't prying for information. He was hitting on her. Willow almost smacked herself in the face. I guess being brought up in a secluded reservation made her kind of oblivious to things.
She decided not to leave it silent and just nodded in agreement and smiled. Acting oblivious to the fact he was making a move, "I'll keep that in mind. Thank you Jackson."
She didn't want to be a part of this conversation anymore so she slipped past him to open her driver's seat and get in. Looking out at the corner of her eye at the werewolf and his buddy who had been listening in. He seemed to be smiling and explaining to his friend what had just happened in their conversation. She rolled her eyes at this. Glad she could be there for their entertainment.
Just before she closed the door Jackson came up and put his hand on it stopping her.
"I know you're new to town so I figured I'd invite you to my party this Friday night. It's going to be at this old barn on the outskirts of town. Half the school will be there. Should be cool." He said sincerely. Yeah this guy was definitely the rich kid spoiled to death type.
Willow had honestly never been invited to a party before. She didn't count the tribal gatherings and the birthday party's she had gone to as actual party's. So part of her really wanted to go. But then there was always the fact that she had been invited by a werewolf. He did say that half the school would be there though and it would be a day before-
"Sounds fun," she smiled. Jackson let go of the car door and she closed it. Turning on her baby as the cassette player she had on before continued and she drove off towards her apartment.
Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry,
Don't you cry no more,
A.N. I hope you guys liked it. I'll try to keep this updated.
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