My leg bounced up and down in time to the raindrops spattering on the car windshield. So, it was going to be that sort of day. I knew I shouldn't be surprised that my brain was filled with anxious thoughts about the coming week. After all, starting a new school in a new town and in a country that was almost completely alien to me was pretty nerve wracking to say the least. I had only moved once in my entire life, and that was out of the piece of crap apartment my parents had bought, just after my eighth birthday. I was surprised it took us that long to move out since all they ever did was complain about it when we lived there. Eight years of incessant complaining, no wonder I got headaches every time my mother opened her mouth to mention yet another thing my dad had done wrong. I closed my eyes, shaking my head at the thought of my crazy, control freak of a mother. Yeah, we were close but I can definitely say I was closer with my dad. The annoying thing was that he was always working away from home whilst she stayed in her office down the hall from my bedroom. But that was London. And we were now in California for a fresh start. A very fresh start from the look of the rain that was refusing to let up outside my car. Sorry, let me rephrase that, the car that I partially owned, but not fully because there was no way my mum would let me have my own car when I was barely 16. I was lucky really because in London, I would have had to wait yet another year before I even got to learn how to drive. Thankfully, as soon as we'd arrived in Beacon Hills, my mum bought us a shared car and I got my license. I'd also been informed on the very same day that I'd have to repeat year 11, or tenth grade as it was called in America, since I hadn't covered enough of my new school's curriculum to be allowed into eleventh grade. So actually that day had ended up sucking as I would be leaving school at 19 to go back to London and, fingers-crossed, to the best university I'd be allowed into. Which was definitely not going to be the prestigious institutes of Cambridge and Oxford, as hard as my mother tried to push me towards going to one of them. I really missed my old home, school, and most importantly, my friends. They had all given me goodbye presents and a promise to skype me as often as they could. So far, I hadn't got a single call. But then I reminded myself, it was summer and they were probably all either shopping or down at the beach, attempting to tan in the shitty British weather.

I brushed aside an annoying brown curl and took off my glasses to place them on the passenger seat beside me. Great. The wet weather was going to make my hair even more curly than it already was, and I hated the stupid curls that clung to my head, sticking up in all directions if I hadn't brushed it in exactly the right way. Urgh, this was not going to be a good week…and it wasn't even Monday yet. I opened the door and slid out, being careful to lock it behind me. I wouldn't want anyone stealing my only ride to school before my first day. I crossed the parking lot, tucking the keys into the pocket of my leather jacket, and pulling the hood of my comfy grey sweater up over my head. It was Sunday evening, and I had been tasked with picking up some groceries from the nearest convenience store. I was surprised it was even open this late.

"Welcome to Eddy's! Nice weather, huh?" A blonde girl chirped at me as I walked into the store. She had a very noticeable southern drawl, and so was definitely not native to California. I was pretty good with accents from the many times I'd watched Westerns, concluding that she was probably from Tennessee.

I nodded, "I'm loving it," and continued on my way, coming to a halt when she spoke again.

"Oooooh you're British! I'm just lovin' that sweet accent of yours!" Her hands clapped together as she beamed at me.

I fought the urge to roll my eyes at her remark. It wasn't the first time someone had pointed out my accent, and I knew it definitely wouldn't be the last. I turned towards her and gave her the best smile I could under the circumstances.

"Yeah. Um thanks."

I turned away again, not wishing to make anymore small talk with the girl. She seemed nice enough, but I was tired and hungry and really needed to get on with my shopping. I overheard her talking about me as I headed towards the frozen aisle. She was clearly trying to be quiet so I couldn't hear her, but was failing pretty miserably.

"Hey Lisa, I thought the British were supposed to be polite?"

"I don't know, Amy. That's just what I've heard."

"How odd."

I laughed silently as I picked out some fries, frozen veg and chicken wings. It was enough for tonight, since I couldn't be bothered to cook and both my parents were too busy working to rustle up a fancy dinner. I then picked up some bottles of 'soda', though back at home we'd call them fizzy drinks. Moving over to the tinned soup, I spotted my favourite. Chicken and vegetable broth. Delicious, and just what I needed on a depressing day like this. I was just bending down to grab a tin or two when my head split open in pain. Well, figuratively anyway. It was the perfect time for me to get a migraine. I shook my head several times to get rid of the dizziness, clutching it as I did. Migraines were almost a daily occurrence for me, and as usual I had forgotten to take the medication I was prescribed by my doctor back in England. For most people, shaking their head would make them even more dizzy, but for some reason it just settled my migraine into a state I could manage. I took the tin off the shelf, placed it into my basket and then headed to the checkouts.

"Are you okay there honey?" The girl from Tennessee questioned, a worried look on her face. She was your standard beauty, blonde hair, blue eyes and extremely pink lips. This girl could do so much better than working in a small store, like becoming a model. She handed me some grocery bags, noticing that I'd forgotten to bring some.

I shrugged and began loading the food onto the conveyor belt, "I'll be fine, just a headache that's all."

She didn't look convinced but nodded anyway as I packed my shopping away into the bags she'd given me. I think the girl had realised I wasn't in the mood for talking very much because she didn't say another word whilst I packed.

"That comes to nineteen dollars and twenty five cents please."

I pulled out a twenty from my pocket and handed it over, muttering my thanks. Smiling again (she had rarely stopped smiling since I'd walked into the shop), she waved me goodbye, and I politely returned the gesture.

Unfortunately, it had not stopped raining in the time it had taken me to do the shopping, instead getting heavier and heavier. I skipped over a few deep-looking puddles on my way to the car, not wanting to take any chances with my new black boots, and rushed to open it. As soon as I was safely on the road, I switched on the radio to find my new favourite song was playing. It was the perfect opportunity to sing, something I'd not had the time to do in a while. Singing in my bedroom into a hairbrush was no longer an option since I'd caught my parents standing sneakily by the door to listen. It was an unfortunate moment in the song when they'd decided to listen, as I screeched out a high note in a Mariah Carey song that I couldn't quite reach. You know when you think you can reach it and you belt it out because it's easier, but then it just sounds like a cat is dying? Yeah, that was exactly what happened. It was too embarrassing to put into words. From then on, I'd decided no one else could listen to me sing, and if I did, I certainly wouldn't do it properly.

I drummed my fingers on the steering wheel in time to the music and hummed along to the tune. The windshield was so misty with condensation that I could only just see outside, and I decided it would be safer to turn the wipers up a few notches. The rain was just beginning to ease off when a large shape ran out in front of my car. I rammed the brakes on as hard as I could, coming to a sudden and very jerky stop. My heart was pounding so loud against my chest that I almost had to hyperventilate just to get enough oxygen flowing. I rolled down the window to take a peek outside but there was nothing there. What on earth was that thing who had stupidly ventured onto a road right in front of a car going 50mph? Clearly a complete lunatic with a death wish, if it was even human. I hadn't heard much about what animals lived in California, and had no idea if they even had bears, which would explain the massive shape. It was probably a good idea to learn more about my new state before I started school. The extreme braking had triggered the safety system on the car, so I started it up again and kept on driving at a slower speed this time in case anything or anyone else decided to jump out in front of me.

Pulling up into the driveway of my new home, I spotted my parents arguing in the window. Not again, I groaned. I was so fed up of their stupid arguments over which coffee brand to buy and what show to watch on TV that night. I jumped out of the car and jogged up to the front door, taking out my keys to open it. The house was a modest size, much bigger than the apartment in London, but then everything was bigger in America. The houses, the cars, the roads. It was a red brick house, with white trimmings and two columns to hold up one of the bedrooms that jutted out of the first floor. There was a small garden at the back, which was ideal since neither of my parents had any time for gardening, and a driveway big enough to fit the two cars we owned. I wouldn't say we were rich, but we had enough to afford some nice things, and to just about pay my college tuition. That's even if I stayed in America after graduating, which was not looking good right now.

"Hi sweetheart, did you get the food?" My mother asked as I walked into the kitchen, placing the bags on the counter.

"No I forgot, sorry. That's why I have these two bags filled with nothing," I said sarcastically and received an unamused look in return.

"Very funny, Alexandra. You'll have no trouble making friends with that amazing humour of yours."

I rolled my eyes and began unpacking the groceries, popping the chicken wings and fries in the oven. Seeing my mother shake her head at the unhealthy food I'd bought, I heated the frozen veg in a pan of boiling water. It wasn't totally unhealthy…just mostly but hey, I was a growing girl. Eventually, she left the kitchen and joined my dad in watching the local news, which was turned up loud enough for me to hear clearly.

"Police have confirmed that the bloody trail found earlier in Beacon Hills is human, and they are now searching the surrounding area for more evidence…"

So even a small town like this wasn't far from danger, I thought, stirring the veg and checking up on the food in the oven. It wasn't far off being ready, and my stomach growled at the sight and smell of it. Soon enough, the timer beeped, and I took the chicken and fries out of the oven.

"Dinner's ready!" I cried from the kitchen, dishing up the food onto three plates and filling three glasses to the brim with lemonade.

My parents took what felt like several years to come into the kitchen and scoop up their meal from the table, nodding their thanks. My dad stuck around for a while to ask me a few questions.

"So Alex, how are you feeling about tomorrow? Looking forward to making a few friends?"

"Okay I suppose, not really used to having to make new friends. Hopefully they don't think I'm too much of a weirdo."

My dad laughed, placing a hand on my shoulder. "I'm sure you're not the weirdest teen in this town. I bumped into the Sheriff earlier on my way home and his kid seemed a lot weirder than you."

"Is that meant to make feel better?"

"Yes."

"Well it didn't work," I told him, stuffing several fries into my mouth and picking at my chicken.

"It was worth a try. Have you talked to your mother about your feelings?"

I raised my eyebrows and he sighed deeply, shaking his head.

"You know you're going to have to talk to her some time about these things."

"Not today I'm not, you can see how much we get on each other's nerves. She complains about something, and I get snarky. That's just how it goes."

Resting his hand over mine, he grimaced. "Okay Alex, I'll let it slide today but promise me you'll make an effort this week?"

"Dad plea-"

"No, this time you're promising me and sticking to it, okay?"

I groaned. "Okay fine."

"That's my girl," he said, leaving me to think about how I was going to talk to my mum about my feelings whilst I finished dinner.

One of the best things about living here was having a larger room where I could lock myself away from my mum and just think about things without her breathing down my neck. I was dreading coming home tomorrow. She seemed to think it was necessary she knew everything about my day, from what I'd had to eat at lunch to what exact time I went to the bathroom. It was annoying as hell. Three more years, I told myself. Three years until I could be independent and not have to answer every question she had to ask. I couldn't wait.

I picked up my laptop from the desk and sat down on my bed, ready to find out all I could about California and the boring town of Beacon Hills. After searching through the usual facts of average temperature, rainfall and how many people lived in California, I came across some more interesting things. I learned that wolves had not been here for many years, so what I had seen earlier was definitely not a wolf. There were, however, black bears in this state, and quite a lot of them as well, which would explain the large shape that bounded in front of me. After reading this, I concluded that what I'd seen was most probably a black bear, nothing unusual or mysterious, much to my disappointment. The only time I'd seen a bear was at a zoo, and that was from a distance. Okay, so I hadn't actually seen it because I'd lost my glasses that day and could only see the blurry outline of what I thought was a bear. It was close enough.

The other thing that caught my eye was an old news story from Beacon Hills six years ago. There had been a house fire killing the majority of a family, not far from where I lived. I clicked on the link several times, but the page refused to do anything. I tried again and again, but nothing happened. Dammit. I'd really wanted to read that, stupid internet. Why did the internet always act up when I needed it the most? It was as if it was laughing at me. Haha Alex, no interesting news story for you to read today. Bad luck.

I closed the lid of the laptop and placed it on the floor before changing out of my wet clothes and into comfy, warm pyjamas. I loved getting into bed when it was raining outside. There was something comforting about being all warm and cosy when the outside looked so miserable. I was that way with winter as well, preferring to snuggle under the covers with my favourite movie and a hot chocolate instead of facing the cold weather.

It was 8.30pm when I'd come up to my room, and I glanced over at the clock to see it was now nearly eleven. I'd been researching for over two hours, not noticing the time at all. Sighing with tiredness, I pulled the covers over me and turned off the bedside lamp. It must have taken me at least an hour of tossing and turning before I finally got to sleep. Tomorrow was going to be an interesting day.

A distant beeping sound woke me from my deep sleep, alerting me that it was 6.30am and I should probably get up, probably being the operative word. I could afford a few more minutes, so I pressed the snooze button and settled back down...

"Alexandra! Alexandra! Wake up! You're going to be late on your first day."

"Nghhhhh, what time is it?"

My mother stood above my bed, hands on her hips and a disapproving look on her face. She was not happy.

"It's a quarter to eight. Get up, get up. You can take the car today as I'm working from home," she said sharply, pulling my duvet off me and grabbing me by the arm.

"Okay, okay, I think I can get up by myself." I swatted her hand away as I got out of bed. I was still half asleep, and dreading the next few hours of my life.

"I'm not so sure about that, Alexandra," and with that she stormed out of my room and downstairs to prepare breakfast. Knowing her bad mood, it would be something really exciting like toast.

I stumbled into the shower, and ignored my legs which were practically screaming 'shave me, shave me'. I just didn't have time this morning to deal with that. I quickly washed and practically ran out of the shower, drying myself as I did. My outfit was draped over my desk chair, and I pulled it on as fast as I could. I peered in the mirror, running my hands through my hair as I judged what I looked like. The lack of make up definitely wasn't helping me at all, but there was no time for that today. Sighing, I picked up my leather jacket and rushed down the stairs to find a cup of my favourite tea on the kitchen table, along with a plate of pancakes. No toast in sight. My mother must have suddenly been in a good mood, despite her anger at me for not waking up on time.

"There's a notepad and pen on the table as well," I heard my mum call out from the front room.

"Thanks! I'll see you later," I shouted back, gulping the tea down and shovelling a few pancakes before picking up the notepad and pen and stuffing it into my bag.

I jumped in the car, shoving my glasses on as I rushed to reverse out of the drive. The journey took less than ten minutes with my slightly erratic driving, but at least I was on time, even if it did mean not stopping long enough at the stop signs. I managed not to kill anyone, so it was fine. As I pulled into the school parking lot, I noticed it was about the same size as my old school back in England, if not a bit bigger. It wasn't surprising since Beacon Hills didn't have the largest populations; probably somewhere around 30,000. It looked nice enough, and definitely more welcoming than I had expected. For some reason, my stupid brain decided that Beacon Hills High School would look like a prison. But, that wasn't going to stop the intense butterflies I felt as I parked the car beside a silver Porsche and got out, grabbing my bag and the keys. Whoever owned that was definitely much richer than most of the students here. It was the most expensive car I could see. I crossed the lot and headed towards the entrance, following a slim girl of average height and flowing strawberry blonde waves who was accompanied by her friends. It wasn't hard to see she was the most popular girl in school from the way her hips swayed in such a confident way and how her outfit, body, basically everything was perfect. She wore a purple plaid skirt under a black coat with black heeled boots. I suddenly felt conscious of my thin knitted jumper and denim skirt, thinking maybe I'd dressed a bit too casually, but as usual, it was too late to go back now. I just wished I was as confident as the girl I was following. Confidence had never really been my strong point, but at least the sarcasm seemed to hide my lack of confidence anyway.

As I followed the clique, I overheard part of the conversation of two sophomore boys.

"Whoa, God, that is frickin' awesome, I mean this is seriously the best thing that's happened to this town since…the birth of Lydia Martin. Hey, Lydia! You…look…like you're gonna ignore me."

The strawberry blonde walked straight past him without even a glance in his direction. I stifled a giggle as I brushed past him and continued up the steps into the school's main hallway. Poor guy. He clearly had a massive crush on the beautiful, popular girl called Lydia, who was unfortunately way out of his league. At least, that's what it seemed like. Yeah, I guess he was cute in his own way but someone like her was probably not going to fall for a jittery nerd like him. Not that I saw anything wrong with being a nerd. I tended not to agree with the apparent hierarchy of 'popular' teenagers that plagued every high school. I even considered myself to be a bit of a nerd, but I comfortably stood in the middle of the high school class system. Neither popular nor unpopular, just normal. Whatever normal was.

I looked back at them to see the boy turn to his friend, an accusing look on his face, "You're the cause of this, ya know? Dragging me down to your nerd depths. I'm a nerd by association. I've been scarlet nerded by you."

When they started to walk up the steps, I turned away from them, thinking they wouldn't be happy to see me eavesdropping on their conversation. I pulled out the crumpled piece of paper with a map of Beacon Hills High School, my locker number and my temporary combination, from my bag, and wandered over to a group of lockers just up the hall and on the left. Most people had ignored my presence as I walked in, but some had smiled my way, recognising I was a newbie. It was nice to feel slightly welcomed in a place so foreign to me. My new high school experience was certainly going to be an adventure. I had no idea what the American schooling system was like, apart from that all the classrooms seemed to have blackboards instead of the whiteboards I was used to. Blackboards were okay, but the sound of chalk scraping across them was enough to make me feel very uncomfortable, and sometimes nauseous. It was stupid, I know, and something I would just have to put up with.

Several minutes later, a kind looking man with a dark complexion and a welcoming smile on his face, approached me at my locker.

"Alexandra Hart?"

"Yes that's me," I smiled back, shaking his outstretched hand.

"Welcome to Beacon Hills High School, I'm Mr Williams. I'm here to escort you to your first class, and hopefully make it a bit easier to settle in. We have another new student arriving a bit later, and I expect you'll be in a few of the same classes."

I nodded and thanked him, my voice faltering a little as the butterflies in my stomach got worse. I was relieved to hear I wasn't the only new girl and that someone was in the exact same boat as me. She probably wasn't a weird English girl with dull brown curls that never seemed to go the way she wanted no matter how many hours she tried to style it, and a tendency to be a bit too sarcastic at times. I'd been trying to calm it down since moving, but my mother got so annoyed when I made sarcastic comments that the urge to carry on was too strong. English humour was very satirical, so my excuse was that I was only embracing my culture, and I got away with it.

Mr Williams led me to a classroom a few corridors away from the lockers, and opened the door to a class that had barely started. I followed him in and stood nervously by his side, knees almost knocking together.

"Class, this is Alexandra Hart," he announced to a very interested class. "Please make her feel welcome," and with that he smiled at me again and walked out, leaving me to find a seat in the midst of a group of teenagers I had never seen in my life. I awkwardly waved at the class, immediately regretted it, and meandered my way round several desks, just about recognizing a few faces from earlier, of which included the boy with the crush on the popular girl. I fought the urge to laugh at the poor guy and the situation he had found himself in that morning. Luckily, I spotted an empty place next to him, so I sat down quickly and fished around in my bag for the notepad and pen my mum had left for me on the kitchen table. My eyes drifted around the class to see that one girl had her head on the desk, another was curling her hair around her finger in an attempt at flirting with a boy across the room, and a few of the boys were amusing themselves by throwing paper planes at each other. The teacher wore an unamused look on his face. It wasn't hard to see he didn't enjoy his job much.

The door opened and Mr Williams, with who I assumed was the other new student stepped in. I noticed the boy in front, who had been talking with 'crush boy' couldn't keep his eyes off her.

"Class, this is our other new student, Allison Argent. Please do your best to make her feel welcome."

He left as quickly as he did with me, leaving her to find a seat by herself as well. She walked behind the boy with floppy brown hair and sat down next to me, his puppy eyes never leaving her. As soon as she was seated, he passed her a pen, to which she looked confused.

"Thanks," she smiled at him, taking it and then returned to looking confused.

I tapped my pen repeatedly on the pad of paper in front of me, occasionally jotting a few notes down as the teacher droned on about how many words in todays dictionary were invented by Shakespeare. English wasn't really my thing. I wasn't sure what was my thing exactly, but I was determined to find out at some point this year. After all, I kinda needed to decide by senior year. The boy on my left didn't look like he was paying much attention either, so when the teacher's back was turned, I leaned over to talk to him. I had to start somewhere with making friends.

"Well this is fun, huh?" I whispered.

He must have been in his own world because he jumped in his seat, before turning to look at me, eyes wide and curious as to who was speaking.

"Whaaaa? Oh, um, yeah. Real fun," he stuttered, and then narrowed his eyes, 'Wait…are you…you're the new girl, right?"

"Yeah. I'm Alexandra, as Mr Williams said when he introduced me," I said, laughing at him.

"Oh…yeah. I totally knew that," he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Don't worry about it. It's Alex for short by the way. Or if you're lucky, I might let you call me Lexie," I winked at him, to which his eyes when wide again. Maybe I'd overdone that last bit. Stupid, stupid, social skills.

He swallowed, his cheeks tinged pink. "Um, I-I-I…yeah..I'm Stiles. Stiles Stilinski."

"Well at least I know one person's name now," I replied, still cringing at my great decision to wink at a guy I didn't know.

"I, uh, would introduce you to people, but I think he'd have a problem with that," Stiles pointed to the teacher, and I nodded in agreement, not wanting to get on his bad side on the first day.

I turned back to my notes, somewhat relieved that encounter was over. On my right was the other new student, Allison Argent. I glanced over at her, and she caught my eye, smiling warmly, which I gladly returned. I felt a pang of jealousy at her brunette curls, which were much shinier and sleeker than mine. She was supermodel gorgeous, with long slim legs, and overall, a taller, paler and prettier version of me. No wonder the boy with adorable puppy dog eyes looked at her that way.

The rest of the period dragged on uneventfully, and when the bell rang as class ended, most of the students around me rushed to leave the room. I packed up my stuff and dawdles behind them before I remembered that I need to make friends, and I wasn't the only new girl here. I quickened my pace, slinging my bag over my shoulder, and slowing down when I saw Allison by her locker. She looked as nervous as I felt.

I took a deep breath before speaking, "Hi, Allison, right?"

She turned her head to face me, "Yeah, yeah I am. You're Alexandra? Mr Williams told me to look out for you."

"Uhuh, I moved from England, as you can probably tell from the accent. What about you?"

"We just came from San Francisco, not nearly as interesting as England. I've always wanted to go there."

"How come you haven't?"

Allison shrugged, a downcast look on her face, "I guess we were always too busy moving around for that. My dad's job means we don't stay in one place for long."

"Ahh, well you're not missing much, I promise," I grinned, trying to cheer her up.

"What's it like?" she asked curiously, turning away from her locker to face me fully.

"Let's put it this way. The weather is pretty shit. Ninety percent of the time it's either raining or there's miserable grey clouds."

Allison laughed, "Sounds like my kind of place."

"It definitely wasn't mine," I admitted, shaking my head at the thought of English weather. It was the only thing I didn't miss.

Allison gave my arm a friendly squeeze, "Thanks for coming over to talk to me. I wasn't sure about making friends, and now I have one."

My heart warmed at her words, thankful she was as nice as she looked. I had managed to make a friend after being at the school for less than an hour, a miracle by my standards. I tended to be stupid and say the wrong thing, like I did with Stiles. What the hell was I thinking? Winking at a guy I barely knew.

"No problem, I was worried as well."

I saw Lydia, the most popular girl in school, come up to us out of the corner of my eye, her gaze concentrated on Allison.

"That jacket is absolutely killer."

Allison twisted round to see Lydia pointing at her.

"Thanks."

"Where did you get it?" Lydia's head cocked to one side.

"My mum was a buyer for a boutique back in San Francisco."

"Really?" I interjected, "mine used to do that too."

"Wha-"

"And you are my new best friend," Lydia cut her off, completely ignoring my presence like she did with Stiles. I guess my style wasn't cool enough for her.

A guy came up behind her, wrapping his arm around her waist and kissing her on the cheek. He looked like the typical jock boyfriend who always went out with the pretty popular girl. I disliked him already.

"Hi, I'm Jackson," he smirked, pulling Lydia closer to him.

"This is Allison and…uh, what was your name again?" Lydia asked.

"Alexandra, Alex for short," I replied. It was so tempting to be rude, but I kept my cool.

"You're both new here?" Jackson questioned, to which we nodded and watched as he looked us up and down.

As Jackson and Lydia began asking Allison questions about where she came from, my attention drifted to Stiles and his friend looking over at us. They weren't the subtlest at hiding the fact they were talking about us with another one of their classmates.

"So, this weekend there's a party," I looked back to see Lydia leaning against Jackson.

"A party?" I could tell Allison was trying to seem interested.

"Yeah, Friday night. You should come. Both of you," Jackson answered, adding the bit about me coming after a long delay.

"Uh, I can't. It's family night this Friday, though I'm sure you can go, right Alex?"

"Umm, sure. I can come." Lydia didn't look too pleased but she shrugged and smiled anyway.

"Thanks for asking, though."

Jackson raised an eyebrow. "You sure? Everyone's going. It's a party for our team."

"Football team?"

"Football's a joke. The sport here's Lacrosse, and since we've won the State Championship three years in a row, it's gonna be an awesome party," he said cockily.

"Because of a certain team captain." Lydia ruffled his hair, and he smirked.

"We have practice in a few minutes, if you don't have anywhere else to be?"

Allison glanced at me, and I gave her a look to say 'why not?'. It's not like we were busy, so we couldn't really decline.

"Well I was going to-"

"Perfect!" Lydia clapped her hands together, taking mine and Allison's hands and leading us away from the lockers.

I found myself thinking something I never thought I would. I was friends with the popular girl. This was going to be one hell of a year.

Hi guys and welcome to Divided! I hope this chapter was enough to make you interested in this fic, if not, I'm sorry! Like any other writer, I love reviews, whether encouraging or critical, so please feel free to leave them. If this chapter is well received then I'm definitely going to continue, because I have a lot of (hopefully exciting) things planned for the characters, especially for Alex. Also, sorry if any of the names of my characters have been used in other Teen Wolf fics. I haven't had time to go through them all, but I've tried my best to come up with names people may not have used before. Thank you for reading, and I hope you continue to do so with future chapters :) -Ellie xoxo