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He brought his hand up to brush my blonde hair away from my eyes. His other hand cupped my face as I couldn't stop the giggle that escaped my lips. He lean in close, so close I could feel his breath tickle my cheek. My eyes fluttered close, waiting for our lips to connect, but it never happened.

"Bea," He whispered, while I couldn't find the strength to open my eyes. "Bea," He repeated, as I sighed. "Tris!" This time his voice was...annoyed?

"BEATRICE GRACE MARTIN!"

My eyes snapped open, as I jolted up. "I didn't do it!" I yelled, glancing around the car I sat in, and spotted my 'dear sister', Lydia, staring at me with an annoyed look on my face, as the realization of what just happened came to me.

It was just a dream. Crap.

"Have you been listening to a word I've been saying?" I heard Lydia snap at me.

"Pfft," I scoffed at her. "...Yeah."

"Oh really?" Lydia raised her eyebrows at me and crossed her arms. "Tell me what I was talking about."

Crap.

What would Lydia, my sister, could of been talking about to me? Boys? Nahh, especially not while 'Mr. I'm Better Than Everyone Else' is in the car. Fashion? As if! Like she would come to me about clothes.

A smile formed on my lip as I lied with ease. "Your party?"

Luckily for me, I guess I was right since Lydia gave me a surprised look, before she started to babble on again, while I decided to over at my sister's ass of a boyfriend, Jackson Whittemore, who thought it was a good idea to yell at some poor sap after we all got out of his car. Lydia, of course being herself, went along with it. I, on the other hand, avoided repeating various cuss words to them.

Oh you have no idea what I wanna do to him. Let's just say it involves a very pointy knife. I would just stab that stupid smirk off of his ann-

"Tris!" A voice broke me out of my thoughts. I turned to see Lydia, who was holding the douche's hand. I was about to reply when I heard a voice. Not just any voice, his voice.

"I'm telling you dude, you're crazy."

There stood the boy who stole my heart in the 5th grade, Stiles...at least, that's what everyone calls him. I don't think anyone knows his real name. He had brown hair, although you could barley see it because it was shaved down, leaving a little bit of hair on his scalp. His chocolate brown orbs and boyish grin almost made me weak in the knees.

He stood with his best friend, Scott McCall, who had brown shaggy hair, brown eyes, and a crooked jaw line.

As we walked by, I tried to contain myself from acting shy and stupid in front of him. Weird, considering that's how he is around my sister. "...This is like the best thing that's happened to this town since...since the birth of Lydia Martin," I heard Stiles say, as he waved over at my sister. "Hey Lydia! You look...like you're gonna ignore me again..."

I couldn't help but frown at Stiles. My sister would be lucky for someone like Stiles to adore her...any girl would! As we walked by, I had to restrain myself from running up and comforting Stiles after yet another rejection from Lydia.

As soon as the bell ran, I walked into History with a smile on my face. I took my seat next to a boy with brown hair and brown eyes, who just so happened to be my best friend, Danny Māhealani. We had been best friends since 3rd grade after I accidentally stabbed him with my scissors in art. I was pretty much apologizing to him every day for at least 2 weeks, and somehow we became friends. Danny was a pretty likable person, I haven't met anyone that's hated him before.

"Hello, Daniel," I greeted, in a horrible British accent.

"Hello, Beatrice," He replied, his British accent way better than mine. Yeah, this was kind of a thing we did every now and then after I went on vacation to London a few years ago.

"Ew," I wrinkled my nose in disgust. "Don't call me that."

"Fine," Danny nodded, holding back a chuckled. "Then don't call me Daniel"

"Sorry, don't think I can do that," I shrugged innocently, as I placed my bag on the chair.

Danny rolled his eyes, while I wore a satisfied smile on my face. "Your lucky I love you."

"Yeah, you better," I nodded over to him, before I smiled suggestively at him. "So, tell me, Danny-boy, how did last night go?"

"Tris!" Danny groaned at me, making me giggle.

"So does that mean you guys did the dirty?" I continued to tease him, making Danny bury his face into his hands, while I laughed at him. "Aw, my Danny-boy is finally growing up. I think I'm going to cry."

Danny's head shot up out of his hands. "Well at least I'm not in love with Stiles!"

"Shhh!" I hissed at him, feeling my cheeks heat up. "Don't say the S word!"

"Why don't you just tell him?" Danny asked me.

I pretended to think of the reasons. "Gee, I don't know...maybe it's because HE'S IN LOVE WITH MY FRIGGIN' SISTER?" I said, making sure I was being obvious.

"Okay, point taken," Danny raised his hands up in innocence. "But then again, Lydia's already dating Jackson."

"Look, the only times Stiles had ever talked to me was when we were paired up for the Science Fair in 5th grade," I said, remembering the only moments Stiles and I had shared. "He was so sweet, and funny, and I really thought there was something between us, but after the fair was over, he never talked to me again. As far as I know, he doesn't even remember me anymore."

"But I don't get it," Danny shook his head. "Bea, your beautiful...a bit of a pain in the ass, but a lovable pain in the ass, nonetheless."

"Nice save there," I said sarcastically, as I pulled out my notebook just as our the teacher entered the room.

While the teacher lectured us on WWI, I doodled in my notebook. Eh, I'll just copy (And my copy, I mean steal) Danny's notes later.

Later that day after school, I sat on the bleachers with Lydia, and a new girl whose name I didn't care to remember. I think it was Argent? I don't know, I'm usually pretty bad at names. We were there to watch the lacrosse tryouts, and I overheard Lydia talking about how 'great' Jackson was. I rolled my eyes at her.

I would rather be stabbed repeatedly then listen to someone talking about Jackson.

Instead of listening to Lydia brag about her upcoming party tomorrow, I glanced down at the players on the field, and my eyes widened at what I saw. Scott McCall, who spent all of last year sitting out on the bench, was catching every single ball before it hit the net. I mean, I haven't really talked to Scott, but I know how badly he sucked at the sport last year (which was why he was benched all the time), and now he was catching them with ease.

He even caught one thrown by Jackson, for god's sake! Not that I'm supported Jackson or anything...he's still a narcissist jerk.

I think it was alien. I thought to myself. I mean aliens are always coming down and putting tracking systems in our brains.

The crowd erupted in cheers at Scott's catch, as Lydia's new friend (Allison! That's her name! I actually remembered!) smiled with amazement. Meanwhile, I spotted Scott grab Stiles after the tryouts were over, and the two of them ran into the woods. What the hell were they up to?

Something fishy is going on and I'm going to find out what.

Thanks to my super epic ninja skills, I was able to follow the two boys with now trouble. "I guess the practicing all summer really did help," I heard Stiles, who nudged Scott with his elbow, while I hid behind a nearby tree.

"No, it's not just that though," Scott shook his head. "Ever since last night, I can see, hear, and smell things that I shouldn't be able to see, hear, and smell."

I paid attention to this. And people think I'm crazy.

"Such as?" Stiles questioned.

"Like...the mint majito gum in your pocket."

"I don't have-" Stiles started to object, before ended up pulling out a half chewed stick a mint majito gum. "Okay, that doesn't prove anything."

Wow. That was kinda impressive, I thought to myself.

"You know, I think I've heard of something like this before!" Stiles exclaimed, as I listened closely again. "I think it's called lycanthropy."

Lycanthropy? As in...Werewolves?

"What's that?" Scott asked, looking worried. "Is it bad?"

I guess he had no clue was lycanthropy meant.

"Oh yeah, it's the worst, but only once a month on the full moon," Stiles informed Scott, who just seemed confused, so Stiles howled like a wolf to given him a hint, only for Scott shove him annoyingly.

"Look, there could be something seriously wrong with me!"

"Yeah, you're a werewolf! Grr!"

Ahh, he's so cute when he acts stupid.

I attempted to lean in closer, but failed miserably. I ended up tripping over a log, and landed face first in the dirt. Not very graceful of me. Quickly, I scrambled back onto my feet, only to be met with the stares of Scott and Stiles.

"Uh, hey there, boys," I stammered a bit, as I placed my hands on my hips.

"We're you following us?" Scott asked me, while I scoffed.

"Pfft? Me following you? Puh-lease," I swatted my hand. "I was just...talking a jog out in the woods. I mean, it's a nice day, perfect...jogging weather," I said, as I pretended to jog.

Man, I sucked at lying today.

"Who are you?" Stiles spoke up. "You looks kinda familiar."

"Bea. Bea Martin," I introduced myself, while Stiles still seemed clueless. "We were partners for the science fair in 5th grade? You know, we did that project on sandwich mold."

"Oh yeah!" Stiles clapped and pointed at me, remembering it. "You're Lydia's sister."

"Yes, but I'm the more epic one," I stated proudly.

Oh my gosh, I'm having an actual conversation with him! After 5 years, finally!

"Hey, by any chance, have you see a inhaler?" Scott asked me, as he searched the leaf-covered ground. "I swear I dropped it somewhere around here."

I shrugged a bit and let my eyes trailed around the ground, searching for any sign of an inhaler.

"You guys," I heard Stiles whisper, while we continued to look. "Scott, Bea," He whispered again, but we paid no attention to him. "You guys!"

This time, I actually looked up at him. "What do you wa-" I stopped mid-sentence when I saw what Stiles was pointing at.

There, only a few feet away, stood a familiar man from my past.

Derek Hale.

Sooo? What do you think?

Anyway, When you imainge Bea think of Britt Robertson!

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