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Music played through the air as you groaned in anger. You pulled your blanket over your head and placed your pillow over your ears. Still, the music somehow made its way past your makeshift earplugs. You groaned again, throwing the feather pillow to the ground. "Scott!" You yelled at your twin brother. "Turn that shit off!"
"No." He retorted, walking out of the bathroom in shorts but no shirt and his hair still dripping wet from his shower.
You made a face. "I don't want to see you shirtless! Get ou-." A loud bang coming from downstairs interrupted you. Scott quickly tugged a shirt over his head and grabbed the old baseball bat you guys had in the case of a break-in. You followed your brother down the stairs and outside, when suddenly, Stiles, literally, hung upside down from the roof. Thus proceeded, a lot of screaming.
"Stiles, what the hell are you doing?" Your brother demanded, his knuckle-white grip fading as he released the bat slightly.

"You weren't answering your phone, neither were you (Y/N)!" He exclaimed, then turned to the wooden bat in your brother's hands. "Why do you have a bat?"

"I thought you were a predator!" Scott said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"A pred-" He stopped. "Look, I know it's late, but you gotta hear this. Saw my dad leave twenty minutes ago, dispatch called. They're bringing in every officer from the Beacon department and even the state police."

You raised your eyebrows, and your brother asked the question you were thinking. "For what?"

"Two joggers found a body in the woods." You and your brother's best friend said, pulling himself up and flipping backward onto the ground.

"A dead body?" Scott asked. You turned and smacked his upper arm. "Really? Are you that stupid?"

Stiles snickered. "No, a body of water. Yes, dumbass, a dead body." He said as he stepped up, pulling himself over the railing. He put his arm around your shoulders to annoy Scott, who hated the thought of you two together. You guys weren't, you just had a casual relationship where flirty-ness didn't bother you. His sister and best friend were a big no-no in his book of brotherly hood. He glared at the both of you before turning to Stiles. "First, get your arm off my sister. Second, do you mean like murdered?"

Stiles smirked and pulled you closer as you giggled at Scott's face. "No one knows yet. Just that it was a girl, probably in her 20's."

"Hold on, if they found the body then what are they looking for?" Scott asked.

"That," he said, sliding his arm back. "Is the best part. They only found half, we're going."

Scott went back inside to get his red hoodie as you waited outside with Stiles. "So, is your plan to go out here and find the other half? Because I have to get some sleep for lacrosse tomorrow, and I know Scott is gonna feel the same."

Stiles shrugged. "Because he is gonna be sitting on the bench with me while you kick ass. He'll be fine."

You three climbed into Stiles' light blue jeep and drove over to the Beacon Hills Preserve. "We're seriously doing this?" Scott asked for about the tenth time since you left. You groaned in annoyance.

"You're the one who always bitches that nothing happens in this town." Your best friend scoffed.

"I was going to get a good night's sleep before practice tomorrow."

You rolled your eyes. "And so was I, sleeping beauty."

"And because sitting on the bench is such a grueling effort," Stiles added.

Scott glared at the both of you as you guys continued to trek through the woods. You tuned the boys out as you walked along, trying not to trip on anything, beings as you were the clumsiest person known to man. You guys came to a hill and you rushed past your asthmatic brother and catch up with Stiles. You both flop down, seeing the cops' flashlights. Scott soon flops down too, scaring you. You smacked him and he couldn't help the small smile that came to his face. Even you couldn't resist the smile tugging at your lips. Your brother and you were close, very close. Suddenly, Stiles jumped up and started to run. You looked to Scott and jumped up, following. "(Y/N)!" You heard behind you but you couldn't let Scott get in trouble, you'd take the blame. Even then, Stiles would end up tripping and falling, causing you guys to be exposed anyway. He turned around to look for Scott, and as he turned around, you saw the officer and his dog. Stiles, like you predicted, fell backward.

"Stay right there!" You cringed, mentally cursing yourself for even coming with Stiles of all people.

"Hold on, hold on. This little delinquent belongs to me." Sherriff Stilinski looked down at his son on the ground before looking to you. "Hey, (Y/N)."

You waved slightly. "Hi, Mr. Stilinski."

Stiles got up, looking to you then his dad. "Hey dad, how're you doin'?"

"So do you uh, listen in to all of my phone calls?" He asked.

"No, well, not the boring ones."

"Now, where's your guy's usual partner in crime?"
You looked around, not seeing your brother which both relieved and worried you.
"Who, Scott? Scott's home. He said he wanted a good night's sleep for the first day back at school tomorrow. It's just us. In the woods. Alone." Stiles rambled before looking to you. His dad called for Scott and then sighed. "Well, young man and (Y/N), I'm gonna walk you two back to Stiles' car and we're gonna have a conversation about an invasion of privacy."

You got driven home by Stiles' dad. You ran inside your house, nearly falling over your own feet in the process. "Scott?" You asked, running around your house, not caring how much noise you were making. Mom was working the late shift so she wasn't home. "Scott!" You yelled, hopping up the stairs as fast as you could. Guilt and nervousness filled your veins. You shouldn't have left him alone.
The bedroom door swung open to reveal your brother. "Scott! Oh, God!" You ran up to him, wrapping your arms around him. He groaned in pain, and you pulled back. "What happened?" You asked, lifting up his shirt to inspect the wound.
"I think a wolf bit me," Scott mumbled, looking down at it.
You lead him to the bathroom, sitting him down on the toilet. Gauze, medical tape, hydrogen peroxide and other medical supplies soon occupied the counter. Scott hissed in pain as you touched the wound with the wet towel that you had dipped in peroxide. "Sorry," you mumbled and pulled the rag back after you finished. You taped the gauze down over it. "I'm sorry for leaving you out there, Scotty."
"You're alright, (Y/N)." He smiled softly. "Go get to sleep, I will too."

You walked beside your brother as he explained to Stiles what happened.
"California doesn't have any wolves okay? Not in like sixty years." He said, looking at Scott.
"Really?"
"Yes, really. There are no wolves in California."
"All right, well, if you don't believe me about the wolf, then you're definitely not gonna believe me when I tell you I found the body."
You looked up, confused. "You left that out of your explanation,"
Scott smiled sheepishly.
"Are you kidding me?" Stiles exclaimed.
"No, man. I wish. I'm gonna have nightmares for a month."
"Oh, God, that's freaking awesome. I mean, this is seriously gonna be the best thing that's happened to this town since the birth of Lydia Martin. Hey, Ly-"
"Hey (Y/N)," Lydia smiled at you, and grabbed your hand, pulling you away from your brother and best friend. You send an apologetic smile to Stiles and followed behind her. Lydia has been one of your best friends for years. Even though she ignored Stiles and Scott, you tried your best with her. She was nice to you, and you were slowly working her up to warming up to your best friends. You guys headed out to your first period together. You sat in your seat and pulled out your phone, opening the messenger, and clicking on you and Stiles' conversation.

You: Hey Stilinski, I'm sorry about leaving you earlier. I'll see you at lacrosse tryouts, I'm gonna beat your ass out there ;)

You tucked your phone away as the bell rang. After class ended, you checked your texts.

'New Message: Stiles'

Stiles: You wish.

You giggle softly and follow Lydia out of the classroom. She stops, smiling at a new girl. "That jacket is absolutely killer. Where'd you get it?"
The new girl had brown hair, curled down past her shoulders. Light brown eyes held a bit of confusion.
"My mom was a buyer for a boutique back in San Fransisco." She smiled a little.
"And you are my new best friend," Lydia smiled and you looked over to find Scott and Stiles staring at you guys. You raised an eyebrow, following Scott's eyes, and then back to him. You slowly smirked, and crossed your arms, turning back to them. Jackson walked up to Lydia and they shared a kiss.
"So, this weekend, there's a party," Lydia said.
"A party?" The new girl asked.
"Yeah, Friday night. You should come." Jackson confirmed.
"Uh, I can't, it's family night this Friday. Thanks for asking."
"You sure? Everyone's going after the scrimmage."
"You mean like football?"
You chuckled, and Jackson explained. "Footballs a joke here. The sports lacrosse. We've won the state championship for three years."
"Because of a certain team captain," Lydia smiled and kissed Jackson again.
"We practice in a few mi-" you tuned them out as you saw Scott staring at the new girl again. 'What?' You mouthed and he smiled a bit, shaking his head. You walk over to him and smile. "Liking the view, huh?" You ask, nudging him.
Scott rolled his eyes and bent down, letting you jump on his back for a piggyback ride. It was a tradition ever since you played lacrosse. He walked you guys to the locker room and the field. You turn to Stiles and salute him before heading off on your brother's back.

"If you play, who am I gonna talk to on the bench?" Stiles asked as Scott put you down.
"(Y/N)." He said.
"May I remind you I actually played last season." You scoff, throwing your bag on the ground to get out your stick.
"My whole life has been sitting on the sidelines, this year I'm making first line."
You snorted, holding back a laugh.
"What?" Your brother looked to you.
"Oh, nothi-"
"McCall," Coach said as he threw a helmet and goalie stick at Scott. "You're in goal."
"I've never played." He protested.
"I know. Scoring some shots will give the boys a confidence boost, first day back thing. Get 'em energized, fire it up!"
"What about me?"
"Try not to take any to the face. And (Y/N), you can practice shooting. Go on." Coach added.
You nod and walk off towards the groups of boys. A couple said hey to you, and you smile in response. Standing next to Jackson, you waited for it to start.
A whistle blew, and Scott started to hold his head like he was hearing something extremely loud. You went to help but Jackson held you back. You held your stick tighter, wondering what was wrong with your brother. The first guy threw the ball, and it hit Scott right in the helmet, making him fall backward into the goal. You snorted, covering your mouth. Laughter erupted around you and you couldn't help but giggle. You went next, getting the ball tossed to you. "C'mon, McCall!" Someone shouted as you threw it. When the ball landed in his net, you froze in confusion. Scott looked to the ball in the netting, then back to you with a happy smile on his face. Everyone looked surprised. You glared at him before walking to the back of the line.
"Nice, McCall!" Stiles called to you sarcastically.
"Shut up, bench boy!" You yelled back. Stiles laughed and turned back to your brother.
A few boys went, Scott catching them all. Jackson started to get angrier as he pushed past to the front of the line, prepared to show off. Went he caught the ball, Stiles jumped up, cheering. A wide smile spread across your features at seeing your brother so happy, and for showing up Jackson.
"That's my friend!" Stiles yelled and you rolled your eyes.
"Nice, McCall #2!" You yelled.

"I don't know what it was. It was like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball." Scott said, turning to look at you and Stiles as you crossed the creek. You guys were looking for Scott's inhaler and the top half of the dead body that he had saw when he got 'bit by a wolf.' "A-And that not the only weird thing. I hear stuff I shouldn't be able to hear, smell things."
"Smell things?" Stiles asked. "Like what?"
"Like the mint gum in your pocket."
"I don't even have mint gum in my-" he stopped, taking out a half unwrapped piece of green gum. "So, uh, all this started with the bite?"
"Well, what if it's like an infection? Like, my body's flooding with adrenaline before I go into shock."
"Scott," you roll your eyes. "You're not dying. Chill."
"You know, I actually think I've heard of this." Stiles perks up. "It's a specific kind of infection."
"Are you serious?" Scott asked.
"Yeah, yeah. I think it's called Lycanthropy.

Scott looked terrified. "What's that? Is that bad?"

"Oh, yeah, it's the worst. But only once a month."

"Once a month?"

"Yeah, during the full moon," Stiles said before howling.

Scott hit him, making him laugh. You smacked his chest as well. "Don't do that, bench boy."

Stiles smiled and slipped his arm across your shoulder again. You leaned into his touch, smiling as well as you guys continued to walk. "You're the one who heard a wolf howling."

"There could be something seriously wrong with me!" Scott said, turning to you two. He made a face at the sight of the small flirting occurring in front of him.

"I know, you're a werewolf, grrr." Stiles chuckled. "Obviously I'm kidding. But if you find me in shop class melting all the silver I can find it's 'cause Friday is a full moon."

We came to a stop. "I-I could've sworn this was it. I saw the body and the deer came running. I dropped my inhaler." Scott mumbled, crouching down to look through the leaves.

He took his arm back after ruffling your hair. You hit his chest, as he chuckled slightly. "Maybe the killer moved the body."

"If he did, I hope he left my inhaler, those things are like eighty bucks."

You look up to see a man staring at you guys. Soon, you realize it's Derek Hale. You smack Stiles for the tenth time today to get his attention. He sees Derek and hits Scott, who stands up.

Derek starts to approach you guys. "What are you doing here? Huh? This is private property."

Stiles covers for you and Scott. "Uh, sorry man we didn't know."

"Yeah," Scott adds. "We were just looking for something but.." He trailed off. "Forget it."

Derek tosses Scott an item, which he catches. When he opens his hand, it's his inhaler. You look up to to see his back as he walked away.

You and Stiles shared a knowing look. "C'mon, I gotta get to work." Scott mumbles.

"Dude, that was Derek Hale. You remember, right? He's only a few years older than us."

"Remember what?"

"His family? They all burned to death in a fire like ten years ago."

Scott looks to where Derek walked off to. "I wonder what he's doing back."

Stiles scoffed and shrugged, heading off. You followed along with Scott.

Scott came home more giddy than usual, especially coming from work. You raised an eyebrow as he walked into your guys' shared room, since you both shared a room since you were little kids, neither of you minded. "What crawled up your butt and made you so happy?" You asked, looking up from your phone.

"I got a date, sorta." He smiled.

You laughed. "You? A date?"

Your brother looked offended. "Hey! I can get a date!"

"Yeah, and with who?"

"Allison."

"The new girl?" You asked, wondering how someone like her would actually agree to go on a semi-date with your twin.

"Yeah," He smiled.

You made a face as he climbed into bed. "I don't wanna come home to you two making out in our room."

He scowled. "We won't!"

You walked into the locker room, only to hear someone slammed up against lockers. "What the hell is going on with you, McCall?" Jackson demanded. You stayed silent, watching from a distance. You know you should go help your brother but Lydia's boyfriend could so kick your ass in a heartbeat.

"What's going on with me?" Scott asked. "You really wanna know? Well, so would I because I can see, hear, and smell things that I shouldn't be able to see, hear, and smell. I do things that should be impossible, I'm sleepwalking three miles into the middle of the woods, and I'm pretty convinced I'm going out of my freaking mind!" Scott breathed, probably feeling better about yelling/ranting about his current issue.

"You think you're funny, don't you, McCall?" Jackson asked. "I know you're hiding something. I'm gonna find out what it is. I don't care how long it takes." He hit the locker very close to Scott's face and walked off. You jogged up to him, placing a hand on his cheek, turning his head left and right to check for cuts, bruises, or red marks. "He didn't hurt you, did he?" You asked quickly. "I'll kill him. Scott, I will gladly get my ass kicked if he hurt y-"

"(Y/N)-" He tried to interrupt.

"No!" You said loudly. "No one will hurt you if I have anything to do with it. I'm so gonna kick his little cocky ass!" You went to head off after him but Scott caught your wrist.

"(Y/N)." He said calmly, making you look at him. "I'm okay, please don't get your butt kicked for no reason."

You felt the anger inside of you fade. You smiled a little as he opened his arms, and you walked into them.

"I love you, sis." He mumbled into your ear and you smiled wider.

"I love you too, bro." You giggled slightly and he pulled away. "C'mon, let's get to lacrosse, shall we?" He asked.

You nodded and hopped on his back as he ran to the field.

When he placed you down, Stiles ran over to us. "Scott, Scott! Wait up!"

Scott looked to him. "Stiles, I'm playing in the-"

He looked out of breath. "Just- hold on. I overheard my dad on the phone. The fiber analysis came back from a lab in L.A. There were animals hairs on the body from the woods." Stiles tried to grab your brother as he tried to go off towards the field. "Stiles, I gotta go."

"Scott, wait! You won't believe what the animal was! It was a wolf.." He finished quietly.

"I'll tell him later," you said with a sigh.

Stiles smiled a little and nodded and headed for the bench while you headed out onto the field.

"You know how this goes," Coach said. If you don't make the cut, you're most likely sitting on the bench for the rest of the season. You make the cut, you play. Your parents are proud. Your girlfriend loves ya! Huh? Everything else is cream cheese. Now, get out there and show me what you got! Come on! Let's go!"

You watched as Scott got the ball, and easily maneuvered around the players, did a flip, and scored. Soon enough, coach announced he made first line.

Scott looked over at you and you smiled, giving him a thumbs up.

That night after you got home, you kept refreshing the school website to see the list of who make the cut on your computer. Scott watched from his bed.

"(Y/N), you're gonna make the cut."

As he said this, names popped up after you refreshed the page. You eagerly read them, only to have your smile fall. Your name wasn't there. Scott got up and read over your shoulder.

"What? How could've you not made the cut?" He asked.

You shrugged, getting up and laying face down on your bed, curling into a ball.

"(Y/N), cmon. You'll get to play." He said, attempting to make you happier. You grunted in response and pulled the comforter over your head, attempting to fall asleep.

You walked up to Stiles' bedroom door and knocked. He let you in, immediately going into a rant about Scott. "Remember that joke from the other day? Not a joke anymore."

Raising your eyebrows, you looked at all the papers scattered all over the room.

Stiles continued to explain what he though Scott was to you. You weren't really paying attention, though. The thought of you not making the cut was weighing you down.

"Hey, (Y/N), are you okay?" He stopped mid-rant, noticing your quietness.

"I uh..." You sighed. "Didn't make the cut..."

Your best friend stood up from his office chair. "What? You- (Y/N) McCall, didn't make the team?"

You shook your head and looked down.

He walked up to you, tugging you into his arms. His hands rubbed up and down your back, soothing you.

"Thanks, Stiles," you mumbled.

"You're welcome." He said quietly, and you felt him kiss the top of your head. A warm feeling spread in your stomach. You didn't know why, Stiles was just your friend. Plus, he likes Lydia. You pushed the feeling away and pulled away from the hug. "I should get going, see you tomorrow?"

He nodded.

You laid in bed, waiting for Scott to get home. Hugging your knees to your chest, you watched the door quietly. You fell asleep before he got home.

You felt someone shaking you. Your groaned, not wanting to get up. The person kept shaking you until you fell off the bed. "Son of a-"

"(Y/N), I need to talk to you. Right now." Scott said quickly.

Still half-asleep, you turned and looked at your brother through your messed up hair. You grunted in response and curled up on the floor.

"(Y/N)!" He said louder and you groaned, sitting up. "What?"

"There are people called Hunters who hunt werewolves." He mumbled quietly, looking at you.

You sighed. "Can we talk about this later? I'm tired and sad an-"

"I could die!"

You groaned and listened to his explanation about Derek and the Hunters.

"Just... Apologize to Allison tomorrow and- is that blood?" You asked, noticing his shirt stain.

"It's healed, I got shot with an arrow."

"Scott!"

"I'm fine, I'm fine. Calm down."

You sighed and glared at the ground. "Can I sleep now?"

"Yeah. Goodnight, sis."

"Goodnight, Scott."

A/N: So, first chapter! Every chapter is gonna be one episode so they'll be decently long and take a bit to update. Forgive me for any errors, I will eventually go back and re-read this for editing purposes. This was more of a filler, intro chapter for how this is gonna go. Most scenes are the same, some additional scenes to help with relationships and obviously, Stiles and you will get together eventually. I had a possible idea for the reader to be supernatural but not completely overpowered or cliché. If you'd like that, lemme know. Thanks for reading and vote and comment if you enjoyed. 3