Author's Note: Hope you like my story! I've been itching to write it so... here it is!

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing but my own OC(s).

With her arms crossed, Lexa walked across the room and sat in the only empty seat, beside the large window and behind the red head. Or strawberry blonde—she never knew what the difference was between the two.

She nodded thanks to Ms. Blake, who handed her back her pink student information sheets, after she typed the info into her records. Lexa was still unsure of how she felt about her English teacher, considering that the moment she walked in Ms. Blake had sent a mass text to everyone in the room, just to turn around and say that banned cell phones. Low blow, low blow.

Her hazel gray eyes wandered the room, taking in the small details of the classroom. It was decorated that much, probably since the teacher was new to the school herself. But over all, the school wasn't shabby. A whole lot better than some of the schools Lexa had attended in the past.

The trail of her vision ended on the guy to the right of her. He had pale skin with brown hair, and matching brown puppy dog eyes that were locked on the red- strawberry blonde sitting in front of her. Lexa followed his gaze. He wasn't staring at the girl; he was staring at her foot.

"Hey Lydia," Stiles waved his hand to get Lydia's attention. The queen bee turned around, furrowing her perfect eyebrows at Stiles. Stiles pointed at her ankle, concern painted on his face, "What is that? Is that from the accident?"

Lydia took a second to look at the small bite mark on her ankle, and how she had to send Prada to her cage for it. "Prada bit me." She replied, shaking from a sudden shiver. Odd, she thought to herself. Even more weird, was Stiles, who was pestering her about the stupid bite.

"Your dog?" Even Stiles admitted that was a stupid question. Lydia rolled her eyes at the sheriff's son. "No, my designer handbag." She turned around, after the new girl behind her let out a chuckle. Lexa covered her mouth, embarrassed since now the two would have known she was listening in on their conversation. Stiles quickly glanced at Lexa too, but then returned his focus on Lydia. "Has it ever bitten you before?"

Lydia shook her head no. Stiles leaned closer, his desk slightly moving with him. "Okay," he took a breath, "what if it's, like, the same thing as the deer?" Lexa rose an eyebrow. Her dad had told her about a deer accident last night and she wondered if this was the same girl involved. Although curious, the new girl stayed quiet.

"You know, like, how animals start acting weird right before an earthquake or something?" He flailed his arms slightly to carry across his point.

Lydia shivered again before replying. "Meaning what, there's gonna be an earthquake?" She narrowed her eyes at Stiles.

Stiles gulped. "Or something." As he stared at Lydia, he also noticed the new girl giving him a crazed look too. Okay new girl, if you knew about half the things that go on in this town, you wouldn't be looking at me like that. And you Lydia Martin, your ex, Jackson the Jackass is a homicidal lizard turned werewolf, why are you looking at me like I'm crazy? He wanted to say out loud, but didn't.

Lexa turned around, realizing that it was evident to Lydia, the red head, and Stiles (what kind of name is that), that she was ease dropping. Her eyes looked out the window, mesmerized by the single raven—or crow; she never knew the difference—in the sky. Turning back around, she caught Stiles saying something to Lydia about the number three.

"Get down, everyone! Get down! Down!" Ms. Blake's voice yelled through the classroom. Lexa looked at all her of classmates, who all had their eyes wide looking outside the window. Slowly turning around herself, she shrieked, as a flock of birds crashed onto the window, breaking the glass and flying around the classroom. The brunette quickly dropped the ground, using her leather jacket as a cover for her head. She watched as the chaos around her grew, feathers falling everywhere and bird blood splattering the walls and desk.

"What in the blue hell," she said to herself as she dodged the birds.

Thirty minutes after the bizarre bird fiasco, nurses and policemen filled the classroom. No one got seriously hurt, just a few cuts and bruises here and there, which the medics were patching up. Dozens of bird carcasses were scattered on the floor, giving Lexa a hard time of keeping her breakfast down.

She sat on one of the empty desks, of which were also scattered in the classroom, disarrayed as like everything else. She didn't know what to think, but one thing remained on her mind. The words that Stiles said just before the windows broke. The animals acting strange. Her eyes found Stiles, who was standing outside talking to what seemed like the Sheriff. Lexa couldn't make out the exact words, but it seemed like Stiles was getting frustrated. "Dad!"

Oh, so the Sheriff is his dad, she thought to herself, as she picked up her notebooks from the ground and threw it into her bag.

After saying no thanks to one of the nurses who offered to take care of the small scratch on Lexa's forearm, the brunette strapped her school bag on and headed for the door. Students were allowed to leave, seeing as how most were in shock.

"Sorry," she politely apologized to one of the parents that she had bumped into on her way out. She didn't think of him, but Argent's eyes grew wide as he looked at Lexa. Those gray eyes, mere reflections of a person he used to know.

"Hey dad, what's wrong?" Allison asked, noticing the expression on her father's face. Argent shook his head, paying to Allison's well being instead. As he checked up on both his daughter and Lydia, he couldn't help but think about the student he had just bumped into. Because if she is who he thinks she is, then that means there's a new family in Beacon Hills. But an old house of hunters.

Hood.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Lexa's faceclaim is hazel eyed Lily Collins!