Her heavy breaths are all she can hear as she pushes the doors open onto a new life. Lockers bang, and people laugh and chatter, but her chest rises and falls, and that's all she notices. She runs her hand through her cropped black hair and pulls her rucksack further up onto her shoulders, watching the floor as she walks through the corridor of her new school. In the hurry of Beacon Hills High School her shoulder knocks into someone else, and a bag falls on the floor, not hers though. She leans down and picks it up, her hand brushes against someone elses. She looks up. 'Uhm, sorry,' she mumbles and stands up as the boy grabs his bag. 'No problem,' he smiles. 'You look lost, are you new here?' She nods. He holds out a hand to her and she takes it, shaking it shyly. 'I'm Stiles.' 'Uhm, Madison,' she replies. 'Well, uhm, Madison, where you trying to get?' Stiles asks, walking alongside her. 'Chemistry.' 'Well, me too,' he beams. Madison can hear his heart rate rising. 'I'll walk you there.' She nods and follows him, as he carries on talking, pointing out rooms as people as they walk. Then she stops, it feels like she should. She looks up and sees a guy, about their age, staring at them. He's muscular and has dark hair, and a strong brow. As their eyes meet, his glow red, and she feels a shiver down her spine, yet it also feels familiar. 'Who's that?' Madison asks timidly. 'Oh, that's Scott, he's kind-a my best friend,' Stiles says nodding. 'Come on, I'll introduce you.' Madison follows Stiles over to the red eyed boy, but now his eyes are a normal brown. There's a smell about him, but Madison can't quite put her finger on what it is. 'Scott, this is Madison,' Stiles says. And he winks. 'She's new.' 'Hi, how are you?' Scott smiles nervously. 'I'm Scott.' 'I got that,' Madison smiles, for the first time. 'Stiles, can I talk to you?' Scott nods his head to the side and Stiles nods. 'We'll see you in there, Madison.' Madison nods and pulls her bag up onto her shoulders again. She follows the crowd into the classroom and finds an empty seat. Outside the room Scott lowers his voice. 'There's something about her,' he whispers, keeping an eye through the door on the girl. 'Yeah, she's hot right?' Stiles beams. Scott shakes his head. 'What, come on!' 'It's not that,' he replies. 'I think, she's like me...' Madison looks up at Scott and Stiles through the door, she can hear everything, and she doesn't know why. But she wants to know what he means, like him. 'You mean, a werewolf?' 'Yeah, or something...' Scott meets eyes with Madison again. 'I've just got this feeling, be careful.'