Stiles hit Scott in the back of his head with a his backpack. "Have you seen our new coach? He is hot."

"He? Dude", Scott answered. "Sometimes I wonder if this whole crush on Lydia is just an act."

"What d'you mean?" Stiles said and tore a pack of chips open with his teeth.

"Never mind. So. Is he any better than Coach Finstock?" said Scott, who'd missed out on PE because of a date with Allison in the library.

"I'm not sure. I think I could taste blood when he made us play dodge ball", Stiles said. "Not sure the team can handle that. Well, apart from the half that's werewolves."

"I think that could do our team some good, actually. What's his name, anyway?"

"Um, Campbell, I think it was. Dean Campbell. Green eyes, blond hair – could have been Jackson's older brother, actuall…"

Scott interrupted him. "Wait, wait – are you saying you think Jackson's hot? 'Cause that's what it sounded like to me."

Stiles shrugged his shoulder. "Well, not really, buy you can't exactly ignore the fact that he's very attractive."

"And a guy, Stiles."

"Yeah, so?", Stiles said, stuffing his mouth full with chips. "Being stwaight doechn't make you bwind, you know." He swallowed the chips down with some Coke. "Anyway, how was the date with Allison?"

Scott hid his face in the palms of his hands. "Ugh, it was so bad. Wherever we went, the janitor just happened to be there, fixing shelves and switching light bulbs." He looked at Stiles. "You don't think Allison's family's hired him to spy on us?"

Stiles rolled his eyes. "You know what I think? That you're being paranoid. The only thing weird about that guy is how extremely tall he is. I mean, really, I think he's twice my height. He'd make Derek look tiny."

Scott made a face. "Yeah, maybe. Well, anyway, then Allison's dad texted her, saying that she was needed at home, and she had to leave. And it's probably gonna take all night, which means I'm not gonna be able to see her until tomorrow."

"Yeah, boohoo for you who have to wait twenty-four hours to make out with your girlfriend", Stiles commented. "What about me, huh? I have waited my entire life!"

Scott laughed. "Yeah, sorry about that. But hey, maybe Coach Campbell could change that."

"Because that would be legal. Besides, he probably wouldn't find me attractive anyway", Stiles said. "He might actually be bi, though – he was checking out both Jackson, Danny and the cheerleaders. What is it with this school and hiring clearly unsuitable staff?"

"Well, given that the principal is a hunter who possibly wants to kill some of the students …", Scott said.

"Yeah, you have a point. But hey, some happier news!"

"What?" Scott frowned.

Stiles smiled. "Now that Allison ditched you, you have time for me! Yay!"

"Yay", Scott repeated.

"A bit more enthusiasm, if I may." Stiles put his arm around Scott's shoulder as they walked out of the school building. "Okay, first stop: your fridge, I'm starving." His voice faded away as the doors shut close behind them, and two figures stepped out of the shadow.

"What do you think?" the janitor asked the new coach, tucking his long hair behind his ear.

"Well, based on the hyper kid's non-existing coordination, he's out", the shorter of the two answered, crossing his arms.

"But they did mention the Alpha, as if they knew him."

"Yeah. I say we ditch the Argent's family meeting and do this the way we always do it, Sammy. You follow pale skin, I'll go after the teen wolf, and by tonight, we'll have found and killed the Alpha."