Chapter 1:
It was late and the night before my first day at high school. Summer was over and it felt like my entire life was gone. Ever since my family moved away from Hawaii I have regretted every day that I have been stuck here in Beacon Hills. I literally feel trapped, I have no friends, my parents tell me almost everyday to go out and make new ones but I can't. Hopefully, my first day will be better than I expect it to be, I just wish that the kids won't make me the weird new student. Whatever, I just need to sleep it off and hope for the best.
After I was dropped off I stood in the middle of the sidewalk staring at my new high school. Thoughts raced through my mind, what will people think of me, who will make me feel welcome, what kind of group will I fall into? Then, some kid accidently ran into my shoulder, he turned and apologized, "Sorry." "It's okay," I replied. "Hey, are you new here?" "Yeah, could you tell?" "It's just I've never seen you before, I just assumed." He turned back around and continued to talk with his other friend. I then decided to just get it over with and walk into the school of death. People flooded the hallways and crowded around lockers greeting friends they haven't seen in a long time. I stood there in awe; my old school was never like this. Everybody was in tank tops, shorts, swimsuits, and etc. Here in Beacon Hills it seemed like I was in a fashion show trying to impress every living guy. But that was never going to happen.
First period came and I walked to my class, alone. I entered through the door and noticed only one seat open, next to some pretty girl. "Welcome back everyone, I hope everyone will do there very hardest in this class. Welcome to algebra 2." The teacher greeted the entire class. We all mumbled especially the girl next to me. Class went on, we listened, we practiced, at least almost everyone had been paying attention. The girl next to me was flipping through the math book trying to acquire any kind of knowledge. "Do you need help?" I asked. "No, I can figure this out on my own." She responded bitterly. "I'm sorry; I just have trouble with learning new things. I'm Malia." "I'm Tyler. I just moved here from Hawaii." "That's cool; I mean it's cool that you're from Hawaii. But it sucks that you moved here." "Yeah, I know. Not exactly my first wish." "Are you into lacrosse at all?" She asked. "Why?" I asked in respond. "There are tryouts after school and I was wondering if you want to come watch with me. I have a couple of friends trying out for the team." "Sure, I have nothing going on."
The rest of the day was pretty quiet. Malia was the nicest person I had talked to all day. She met me at my locker after the school day was over. "You ready?" she asked. "Yeah, just let me grab my bag." We walked together out to the lacrosse field together sitting next to a girl who looked Chinese or Japanese. "Hey, Kira!" Malia exclaimed. "Hey, Malia. Who's this?" she asked looking at me. "I'm Tyler." "She just moved here from Hawaii. I invited her to watch lacrosse with us." Malia cut in. "Cool." Kira replied. "Who's that?" I pointed to a guy in a white t-shirt out on the field. "That's Stiles. He and I are together…I guess." "Oh, he ran into me at the beginning of the day, he was with that other guy." "That's Scott McCall, he's the captain." Kira explained. I watched as the players danced around the field, taking one-timers on the goalie. The goalie blocked every shot attempted on him. "Who the hell is that?" Malia exclaimed. "I…I don't know. But he is kicking ass." She continued. Scott had stepped to the front of the line to take his shot against the mysterious goaltender. He moved swiftly closer to the goal and made his shot. The ball had soared through the air before making contact on the metal of the goal posts and bouncing off. He repeated the same thing afterwards. "Isn't the captain supposed to be the best player on the team?" Malia whispered, watching as another one of Scott's balls soared past the net. "Or good?" "Yeah," Kira answered quietly, still trying to figure out what was going on with him. "He's supposed to be." The coach abruptly called for a water break, which all the players took advantage of. As everyone else headed for their drink or toweled off, Stiles and Scott huddled together to have a conversation. Then Stiles made his way over to us on the bleachers. "Okay, well Liam is a lot better than I expected." "Who's Liam." I asked. "The guy in goal, the guy that kicking all of our asses." Stiles said out of breath. He glared at Malia and Kira and they understood what he was saying, but I had no clue. "STILINSKI!" Coach yelled. "Get back over here, try outs are far from over." Stiles sighed and ran back onto the field as the players began running. "McCall, Stilinski. You two will be our defenders." Coach ordered. Players ran towards the two and were immediately stopped by Scott. Then came Liam, he ran forward, darting past Stiles, and somehow making his way past Scott to score the goal. "Do over!" Malia exclaimed. "Sweetheart, there are no do over's. This is a tryout." Coach answered. "Ten bucks on Scott and Stiles." "I'll take that action. Get back in there, Liam!" Coach demanded. Liam stepped back out in front and took off running. Dodging his way past Stiles, he then hit a brick wall from Scott. Liam hit the ground hard and he cried out in pain. "Nobody touch him, nobody touch him." Coach yelled. We all ran out towards the crowd of players to check on Liam.
"I'm okay, Coach," Liam tried to reassure, but I could hear the tight strain in his voice. "I'm alright." "I think we should take him to the hospital." Scott said, and Coach nodded in agreement. "Can I come along, my mom just started working at the hospital." I asked Stiles and Scott. "Yeah…" Stiles trailed off slowly. "I'll drive." I sat in the back of Stiles' old, rickety jeep next to Scott. They all reeked of sweat, it was almost unbearable. But I managed to survive all the way to the emergency room. We walked in together, Scott and Stiles carried Liam and put him in a wheelchair. "Tyler?" I turned around to see my mom looking at us in confusion. "Hey, mom. This is Stiles, Scott and Liam. Liam here had an accident during lacrosse tryouts. Think he might have broken his ankle." "Okay, I'll go get some help and we'll go check on him." I nodded, and she took Liam and wheeled him into one of the many rooms here. "Scott, what are you doing here?" "Oh, hey mom…uh one of the new players got hurt during try outs and we decided to bring him here to get checked out." "Ah, hi Stiles." "Hi, Mrs. McCall." Stiles waved at Scott's mom. "Who is this?" She asked looking at me. "Oh, this is Tyler she just moved here, her mom just got a job working here too." "Oh, okay, well it's nice to meet you." I waved at her and she turned around to get back to work.
Stiles' phone had started ringing and he looked at the screen. "It's Lydia," he said looking at Scott. "We have to take this call, Tyler. Can you just go with Liam, please?" Scott asked me. "Sure." I replied a little shy. They walked away and I turned to go in by Liam. I knocked on the door and noticed him lying down on the hospital bed. "Hi, how's your leg?" I asked, stupid me he is obviously in pain. "Umm… it's been better." He and I chuckled. "So, you're new to Beacon Hills too." "Yeah, I transferred schools…I went to Devenford Prep." "Oh, I moved here from Hawaii." "Oh, I'm Liam but I'm guessing that you already knew that." "I'm Tyler…So is your leg broken?" "Yeah it is." Liam answered with a sigh. Hearing something in the hallway I grew curious, so I decided to check it out. I walked out the door and saw some boy with his mouth and shirt drenched in blood. Liam followed me out into the hallway. He froze behind me as he stared at the blonde-haired boy, as he stared at us with his razor sharp teeth. "Get back in the room, Liam, go!" I screamed as the boy grabbed me and pushed me against the opposite wall. His hands locked around my throat as I gasped for air and struggled to get free. I was dropped in a matter of seconds. Voices around me had woken me from my slumber. My head lay on the cold, hard ground and I groaned in pain. "Tyler, you hit your head and passed out, but you'll be okay." It was Mrs. McCall. "Tyler, can you hear me, it's Scott." "…yeah." I responded slowly. "Where's Liam? Is he okay?" "Yeah, sort of," Scott said worryingly.