I met him at a party. Man, all love stories start at a party, don't they? Well great now I'm going to be considered cliché. Oh, well. It's still true. I had been at the party for a few minutes, making my way through the crowd that was dancing in the McCall's living room. I made it into the den and I glanced around the room looking for Scott and Stiles, when my eyes locked on the bluest eyes I had ever seen. I stared for what seemed like hours, but was probably only seconds as someone walked in our line of sight. I noticed then that the eyes were sitting with my two childhood friends.

But wait. I'm getting ahead of myself. I should start by introducing myself. My name is Abigail. But if you call me Abigail, I'm likely to throw you to the ground. Call me Abby. If you are familiar with the…erm…goings on…in Beacon Hills, then you know that my friend Scott is an Alpha werewolf. And that he has a pack consisting of Isaac Lahey, aka "Blue Eyes" from earlier, and Aiden and Ethan….I don't really know their last names. Those are the werewolves. His pack also has a banshee, Lydia Martin, and a werewolf huntress, Allison, who happens to be Scott's girlfriend, (yes girls that's right, they got back together) Kira Cho, a kitsunae, and his best friend Stiles.

This story starts after I came home from boarding school. When things got really hairy in Beacon Hills, my parents were worried for my safety so they sent me away. I finally managed to get them to let me come home, and just in time for the biggest party of the year and the beginning of something new. I came home on a Friday night and I went to visit Scott and Stiles.

"Do we have enough snacks?" Stiles asked Scott in a slightly panicked voice, "Do we know how many people are coming? I knew we should have sent invites with RSVP's. Do you know what will happen if we don't have enough snacks? Angry teenagers. And since we are throwing this party together, I'll be the one with a busted up face, Scott. Me. You will heal by the next day." I smirked as Stiles continued to rant from his seat at his computer. Scott saw me and smiled but didn't let on as he let Stiles freak out some more.

"Stiles people only care about the beverages at a party. And it's a good idea to play it cool at a party especially as a host." I said, leaning against the door jamb. Stiles just waved his hand in a dismissive gesture as he looked over his spreadsheet. Scott smirked and his eyebrow raised slightly. I raised my hand and slowly ticked my fingers down from five and just as I lowered the last finger, Stiles about fell out of his chair. He turned and grinned when he saw me. He slipped his way over papers that littered his bedroom floor to make it to me. He hugged me as I laughed.

"Abby! We missed you so much! How did you convince your parents to let you come home?" He asked, letting Scott have his chance to get a hug from me.

"Well, I've kept up with the news around here waiting for all the weird things to stop happening so that I could show them it was safe for me to finally come home." I said. The guys flopped on the bed, giving me the chair to sit in. "So what party are you guys talking about?" I asked.

"Well, my mom and her boyfriend are away for romantic weekend and Stiles' dad is gone on vacation," I raised my eyebrow, "so we are throwing a party at my place. You should come. According to everyone at the school, it's going to be the biggest party of the year." Scott said. I nodded.

"I'm there." I said pointing to Scott and Stiles respectively.

"So, what do you guys do for food while the parental's are gone?" I said, glad to be home.

"Uh, pizza?" Scott suggested.

The next day I woke up and unpacked most of my stuff before I got ready for the party. I wore a black ribbed tank top with a black white and gray ruffled skirt and black flats. I twisted my brunette hair into a bun and secured it with chopsticks and did mascara and a red tinted chapstick before I decided I was ready for the party. I tucked my phone into the zippered pocket I had sewn into the inside of the bottom of my skirt, grabbed my keys and my dark purple cropped jacket and headed to Scotts.

After I made my way over to Scott and Stiles, I hugged them as the music battered my ears. Scott said something but I couldn't understand him because the music was so loud. He tried a couple more times before shaking his head. He texted me saying that he would have to introduce me to the pack later. It was then that I glanced and noticed all of the people that were seated around him including blue eyes, whom I noticed looked me over and when he saw that I had caught him, smirked at me and held my gaze. I blushed slightly and smiled. Then, noticed Scott and Stiles giving me knowing looks. I gave them an innocent look, while Scott said something directed at blue eyes who nodded back. I stepped backwards slowly, looking at Blue Eyes. Then turned and headed towards the dance floor in the living room.

I hoped that he would get the message and after about a minute I thought that he hadn't. Then I felt a set of hands on my hips and a chest on my back. I looked up into those Blue Eyes and my heart skipped a beat. He smirked. Of course he would be able to hear my heartbeat over the music. I rolled my eyes and just lost myself dancing with the gorgeous man behind me. I few songs later felt his hand on my leg, then it travelled up my thigh under my skirt before he unzipped the pocket containing my phone slowly. My heart was hammering as his fingers trailed along my leg when he had my phone. I looked up at his face expecting another smirk, but all I saw was desire. He messed with my phone for a minute then pulled out his own handing mine back to me. I had a new message from Isaac. I guessed that was his name.

I: Hi.

A: Hi. I'm Abby.

I: I would say nice to meet you but I think we are a little past meeting each other.

He gave me a suggestive look. I blushed and gave him a playful glare.

A: I have been very lady like tonight thank you very much. You were the one who stuck your hand up my skirt.

Isaac barked out a laugh, as I flounced away giving him a flirty little smile over my shoulder. I had long since lost my jacket and could only hope that I would find it tomorrow morning. I headed to try and find a quieter part of the house and I found myself in the old guest room which looked like someone was living there. I was looking through the CDs on one of the shelves when a red cup was presented to me. I looked up to see Isaac standing there. All I could hear of the music was a loud thumping sound now. I took the cup and took a sip expecting warm, cheap beer and was pleasantly surprised by a cool, pina colada.

"Thanks," I said, taking another sip. He gave me an amused smile.

"You know, you shouldn't just take drinks from random strangers." He said, "What if I had roofied you?" he asked leaning against the wall next to me. He took a sip of his drink.

"Normally, I would agree with you, but since I'm one of Scott's best friends, and he is your alpha I figure that you know it's in your best interest to not hurt me if you want to live." I said. He choked when I said alpha.

"Alpha? I don't know what you're talking about." Isaac said, not quite meeting my eyes. It was my turn to smirk.

"You mean you don't have the urge to maim, mangle, and possibly kill people at a certain time of the month?" I asked. His eyes practically bugged out of his head. I busted out laughing. Suddenly, Scott stuck his head in the doorway.

"You okay, Isaa….Oh." Scott started then saw me laughing hysterically at a freaked out Isaac.

"Scott she knows what we are," he said grabbing my arm firmly. Scott smiled.

"You know that friend I told you about that knew what was going on?" Scott asked Isaac.

"Yeah," Isaac said slowly.

"That's her." Scott told him. Isaac blushed. I felt tears running down my cheeks I was laughing so hard. He released his hold on me then quickly grabbed me again as I started to sink to the floor.