As the screeching from my alarm sounded I groaned rolling over in bed, hitting it the noise stopped. Climbing from the large, round bed I fluffed up my hair walking past a mirror. I'd started for the bathroom when my phone began to ring. Walking back to the nightstand I picked my phone up to see my best friend's picture was shown. "Lydia, it is too early in the morning."

From the sound of her voice she had already been up for quite some time. "I need your opinion. What do you think of my blue top? You know the one that we got the other day when we were shopping."

I collapse back onto the bed and close my eyes, "you mean the one that I told you I liked in the store?"

"Yeah."

"I think you should wear that with your checkered skirt, high stockings, and black heels." I waited for a moment while she thought this over. When she finally agreed that would look good I hung up and headed to the bathroom to get ready.

Curling the last strand of my blonde hair I watched it fall into place. Standing up I walked over to look into the full length mirror. Smoothing out my pink, lace, high waisted skirt with a white shirt tucked into the waist. My denim vest tied it together as I slipped on my silver flats. I heard the horn of Lydia's car and grabbed my book bag and headed out the door. Descending the stairs I heard my two little brothers fighting over who was going to get shot gun on the way to school. I smacked the older of the two, Cadge, on the back of the head lightly and said "neither of you get shot gun. Lydia is driving us."

As they grabbed their bags I heard the complaints of being stuck in the back of Lydia's car. As we walked down the pathway to her car I finally stopped and turned around, "listen my car is in the garage until Friday. If you behave all week I'll buy you that new video game you want."

Mitchell's eyes grew wide in surprise, "Mom said we couldn't have that until Christmas."

I leaned down to their level, which at my 5'4'' stance wasn't much as they were catching me at 11 and 9. "That's the best part about having a big sister. She gets you things that Mom won't."

"Really?" They asked in unison.

I nodded, "but you have to behave all week. No trying to annoy Lydia or you're walking to school and no game."

They both agreed as we climbed into the car, "well that took longer than it should have." Lydia said complaining as she snapped the visor mirror back up from fixing her already flawless makeup. "Did you guys have trouble finding the car?"

"No. You're funny though." I said pulling my buckle to connect it. After I turned to make sure both boys had done the same. The car ride to school was silent until we dropped the boys off at their school and continued on. Lydia began right in about how amazing this year was going to be. I agreed silently as I laid my head against the cool glass looking out the window.

As we pulled into the parking lot I grabbed my bag and slammed the door behind me. Lydia had already started for school and I caught up with her. I was fixing the locket around my neck when I looked up just in time as we pasted two boys, "Hey Lydia you look-" the first started and she breezed right past him, "like you are going to ignore me."

I turned my head slowly to glance over my shoulder to catch him nagging on his friend about it was his fault that Lydia didn't notice him. I looked away and followed Lydia into school. The truth was until he was off that Lacrosse bench Lydia wouldn't give him another glance.

Saying farewell to Lydia I walked into my first class of the day. Finding my way to the back of the classroom I sat down and slide into my seat. I watch the same boys from outside walk in and take a seat not too far from me. Lydia may not have any idea who they were, but I did. Scott McCall is the first to sit down, diagonal from me. His black, mop of hair was falling into his eyes as he looked at the paper in front of him. He glanced up at something his friend said. That is when I finally looked at him. Stiles Stilinski, Stiles wasn't his real name, but everyone had been calling him that for so long most people forgot what his real name was.

He has been in love with Lydia since we were in third grade. Everyone in school knew this, everyone except for Lydia. The only thing that Lydia was even more clueless of other than Stiles' crush on her was mine on him. I had moved to Beacon Hills in fourth grade and Lydia had taken an instant liking to me. Being friends with her for this long I couldn't help but notice the boy that longed after her like a small puppy. With his hazel eyes he just managed to find a place in the back of my head and stayed there. His hyper activeness I soon discovered could possibly be the cutest thing about him.

I was snapped back to present time when the teacher began to talk. He was writing something on the board as he spoke. "As you all know there was indeed a body found in the woods last night." I cringed at the thought of anyone in Beacon Hill being murdered. The rumor around school was that for some reason she had been cut in half. The one thing I hated most about this school was how fast news spread. "And I am sure your eager little minds are coming up with various macabre scenarios as to what happened." I turned to look at my friend Danielle and mouthed, "macabre?" She just shrugged and turned back to her IPhone. "But I am here to tell you that the police have a suspect in custody. Which means you can give your undivided attention to the syllabus which is on your desk outlining the semester."

As the class groaned I looked down at the paper in front of me. It wasn't until I heard the door open did I look back up. The principle walked in and with him stood a tall, brunette who looked like she had just stepped off the runway. "Class, this is our new student Allison Argent. Please do your best to make her feel welcome."

She looked like she was beyond nervous I could see it on her face. I remembered back to my first day and all I needed was a friend. As she took a seat next to me I turned to say hello, but Scott had beaten me to it by turning around in his seat and offering her a pen. She smiled at him and whispered, "Thanks." In reply he gave her a large, goofy grin. I looked between the two and it was when my eyes lifted I saw Stiles looking at me. I quickly shot my eyes back to my desk trying to calm my pulse. Glancing up slowly I saw him focused on his paper as the teacher talked. I took this time to study him after a long summer. His hair was buzzed and my eyes traveled to his beauty marks, his adorable upturned nose, and finally settling on his lips. Wondering what it would be like to kiss him. How soft they looked.

I was jolted out of my daydream from a swift kick to the desk. "Raelyn Fulton." The entire class turned to look at me as the teacher said my name. I stared up at him, "I'm assuming with the glazed over stare you are in fact here."

I quickly nodded as some kids laughed, "yes. I'm here." Slouching down in my chair I covered my face with my hands, absolutely mortified of what had just happened.

Opening my locker combination I took out the few books I already needed for homework. I had officially survived the first day of sophomore year. I kept thinking back on what Lydia had said on the way to school, this was going to be a good year. Speaking of my best friend she walked up and slammed my door shut causing me to take a step back. "So, the new girl. What do you know about her?"

I turned to look behind me and saw Lydia looking at Allison who was across the hall. "Not much. I heard she is from San Francisco."

"Let's introduce ourselves." Grabbing my hand she dragged me over and Allison looked up when she saw us, "that jacket is absolutely killer. Where did you get it?"

Allison fidgeted for a minute, "My Mom was a buyer for a boutique back in San Francisco."

Lydia pointed her finger at Allison, "and you are my new best friend." Allison looked at me. She must know that Lydia's position of best friend was mine. I offered her a smile and she seemed to relax just as Jackson breezed up and slide his arm around Lydia and kissed her, "hey Jackson."

I rolled my eyes at the two love birds, more like lust birds and turned to glance over my shoulder when I felt eyes on us. I saw Scott studying us very carefully as Lydia informed Allison of the party on Friday night. A girl from my math class walked up to ask Stiles something. I found myself trying to make out what they said when I heard him say, "beautiful people heard together." I felt my cheeks flush thinking he may have been talking about us. Classifying me in that category, however I knew he only had eyes for Lydia.

"A party?" Allison asked when I tuned back into my friends conversation.

Jackson tightened his grip around Lydia's waist, "yeah. Friday night, you should come."

"Oh I can't. It's family night this Friday." There was something about the way she answered I knew she must have been lying her way out. I wonder if I could get away with telling Lydia the same excuse and escape the madness of the party.

"You sure? Everyone is going after the scrimmage."

"You mean like football?" Allison asked and I had to chuckle because I knew that now Jackson was going to go on about Lacrosse forever.

He chuckled, "Football is a joke in Beacon. The sport here is Lacrosse. We've won state championships for the past three years."

Lydia gazed up at him with her adoring look, "because of a certain team captain."

I finally decided to chime in to the conversation, "actually don't you have practice soon?"

Jackson looked over at me, "yeah. In a few minutes. If you don't have anywhere else-"

Allison quickly interrupted, "well I was gonna-"

She was almost free and clear, but Lydia cut her off, "perfect you're coming." She grabbed her arm as we started down the hall. Finally letting go of Allison to cling to Jackson's arm.

I pulled my bag higher on my shoulder as I pulled my phone from the pocket. "So, what exactly does going to Lacrosse practice mean?"

I turned towards Allison, "well for Lydia it mean boasting on how amazing her captain boyfriend is. I just go along for the ride."

"Do you always just go along for the ride?"

"With Lydia you either fly in her pattern or you may as well stay as close to the ground as you can. I've been doing this since fourth grade. You learn to love her."

Allison raised her eyebrow at me as we climbed onto the bleachers, however I saw quickly her attention went to a field and her lips curved into a smile. I looked out and saw Scott McCall looking our way. We sat on the bleachers and I leaned my elbows onto my knees as I watched Coach toss the goalie gear to him. "He's never played that before," I mumbled under my breath already able to tell this was going to end badly.

Once he had taken his spot in the goal Allison asked, "who is that?"

Lydia looked away from Jackson towards the net, "Him? I'm not sure who he is. Why?"

I noticed Scott turn and look our way as if he knew they were talking about him. "He's in my English class."

I rubbed my hands together, "his name is Scott." I looked back at Allison, "Scott McCall."

Lydia scrunched her nose, "how do you know that?"

"Because we've had classes with him forever."

"Huh," she shrugged. "Oh well."

I winced at I watched Scott take a ball to the face and the rest of the team cracked up laughing. However the next ball he caught, and the next, and every other one thrown his way, "he seems like he is pretty good," Allison said with a smile.

"Yeah. Very good," Lydia said agreeing with our new found friend.

Things were really starting to look up for Scott that was until Jackson walked out of his spot in line and knocked his lacrosse stick against Ryan's chest showing that he was taking the next shot. I leaned forward, "oh no."

Jackson took off running towards the net and threw the ball at full force. We watched as Scott swerved and scooped the ball into his net. Lydia stood up and cheered and I clapped as I watched on the bench as Stiles jumped up throwing his arms in the air. Looking around exclaiming, "that is my friend!" I couldn't help but smile at how cute he looked in his lacrosse uniform along with supporting Scott.

"So, now Jackson is being all pissy that Scott made first line." Lydia explained as we got ready for her party. She applied some lip gloss as she sat in front of her vanity.

I wiggled into a pair of dark, skinny jeans. "And you said he jumped over another player."

She spun around to look at me, "not just jumped he did a front flip. I swear Rae with him on first line and Jackson leading them I think we are a shoe in for another championship." She eyed my jeans, "really? Jeans?"

"Yes, jeans. I pulled the flowing pink top off her bed and over my head." I spun around and she actually nodded her head in approval. "I'm just saying it is a little strange that he got so good out of nowhere."

Lydia brushes is off, "I don't care as long as it gets us another championship."

"I guess." I slide my boots on and zip them up.

Lydia stands up flipping her hair over her shoulder, "come on we have a party to host."

I rolled my eyes as I followed her out of the room turning the light off and shutting the door. As I followed her down the stairs I could already hear the music blaring from the speakers. Even though it was her own party she loved to make an entrance.

She ran off quickly to find Jackson while I moved through the crowd trying to make my way to the kitchen. Once there I saw Danny over by the keg I smiled and headed over. "Hey, care to help a girl out?"

He looked up smiling, "sure. Anything for you." He filled up a cup and handed it to me. I took a sip scanning the room. My eyes landed on a certain lacrosse player who just walked in. He seemed to be looking for someone. Yet, I couldn't help but notice how adorable he looked in his button down shirt, matching dark burgundy tie, and dark wash jeans. I stared at him over the rim of my red cup. "Are you finally going to make a move? Or-"

I turned to look at Danny, "what are you talking about?"

"You, drooling over Stilinski."

"I'm not drooling over anyone." I said looking back to where Stiles stood, but he had disappeared. "At least not noticeably."

"I don't know I think I see a little," he said reaching over for my mouth.
I laughed swatting his hand away, "shut up Danny."

He laughs, picking up his cup to walk away. He stops and turns around, "you guys would be cute." With that he turns and leaves.

Looking down at my cup I smile thinking of his kind words. "Did it say something funny?"

The voice I hear in my dreams rings in my ears I look up and Stiles stands in front of me with a smile on his face. My heart increases in speed. He came out of nowhere, "what?"

"Your cup. You are smiling at it like it just said something funny."

I shake my head letting out a small chuckle, "no. I was just." I looked around for something, anything. "Danny said something and I was just thinking about it."

He nods his head still watching me, "so I actually wanted to ask you something."

"Oh, okay."

"Your Dad worked at the local college right?" My heart instantly plummeted and I only nodded, "studying Parapsychology?"

"Yeah, he was really into that kind of stuff. Why do you have a werewolf running around somewhere?" I laughed slightly at my own joke and Stiles just stared at me before forcing a laugh, "okay why are you asking me this?"

"I was just wondering if you still had any of his books. I went into the town library and found some, but-"

"Why?"

He looked at me, "why what?"

"Why are you looking at that kind of stuff?"

"I just-" he rubbed that back of his head, "you know I just-" He was getting nervous and slightly flustered. I smiled at how adorable it actually was, "just interested I guess."

"Yeah."

"Yeah?"

"Yes, we still have his books." I bit my lip looking down before looking back at him, "I mean you could look at them if you want. They're at my house. Maybe sometime-"

"Yeah that would be great. Here-" he fumbled for his phone in his pocket to hand to me just as we saw Scott stumble in from the backyard. "Scott, buddy you okay?" He ignored Stiles completely and continued out the front door clutching his head. He looked from his friend to me, "I should check on him."

"Yeah, go." I motioned for him to follow after him and he stuffed his phone back into his pocket and took off in the direction Scott went.

I soon see Allison run in, "did you see Scott?"

"Yeah. He took off. What happened?"

"I don't know. We were dancing and I thought he was going to kiss me, but then he just took off." She looked as disappointed as I felt about the sudden end of my conversation with Stiles. "I mean do you think I did something?"

"I'm sure that it is nothing. He probably has an excuse."

She rolled her eyes slightly, "yeah excuses."