A/N: None of the Teen Wolf characters are mine. No matter how much I wish they were. The only one who belongs to me is Percy. Please R&R, I love constructive criticism, and I want to give you the best story I can! Okay well ENJOY!

"Sweetheart!" I sigh as I roll off my bed and open the door to my room so my mom could finish her thought. "I was wondering if you needed any help getting ready for tomorrow. It's the first day of classes of the new year!"

"No Mom, I'm fine really. I've been going to school with these people since kindergarten. I really have no one I need to impress or dazzle tomorrow." I let go of my door and wander to my computer chair and collapse in it.

"Persephone. Really….. Would it kill you to try and make friends?" I snicker at her response. She said it every year, and while I know her intentions are good, it never actually works.

"I don't know Mom. It might actually kill me. And then what would you do?" I spin my chair around out of boredom.

"I just don't see why you can't try." My mom heads over to my closet and starts pulling things out. It's not exactly a secret that I'm one of the loners in school, the only people who acknowledge me are Danny Mahealani, he's the goalie on the lacrosse team, and Vernon Boyd, he doesn't like being called Vernon though. I don't talk to them for the most part but they always try to acknowledge me every now and then, so I take that as a success.

"Mom, please tell me you aren't trying to pick out clothes for me to wear tomorrow." I stop spinning my chair and glare at the pile of clothes she had set on my bed.

"I just want you to look good….. Indulge your mother." She smirks in my direction before digging through the pile she made.

"I'm going to choose to ignore what you implied." I stand up and look at what she had set out. "Mom, I'm not wearing a skirt. So those can go back into the depths of the closet where you got them." I pointed at the plaid and the lime green skirt she had laid out.

"Why not? You would look so good in them." The whine in my mom's voice was also something I was accustomed to.

"Because I am not Lydia Martin and I prefer jeans." I grab the skirts in question a hurl them at the open door of my closet. Turning back to the pile I see my very well worn burgundy plaid skinny jeans peeking out and grab them. "I'll wear these."

Rolling her eyes at me my mother just starts mumbling about ungrateful daughters and puts the rest of the choices for bottoms away.

"At least it's plaid Mom." I grin wildly while placing my pants on the back of my computer chair.

"Here." I turn around right as my mom chucks a pair of black suspenders at my head. "I know that you won't wear those pants without them. My compromise for the skirt though is that you wear this top." My mom holds up a black corset tank top that I had received for my birthday a couple days ago.

"Fine." I sigh out trying not to look pleased with her choice. "I guess I can wear that if it makes you happy."

"It does. Now help me put this stuff away so you can get some sleep." Tossing the top over with my pants I shake my head and help her put everything away.

Heading to bed that night I couldn't have told you what I expected would happen at school tomorrow. Looking back now, I really wish I had.

"Mom I'm gonna be late! Do you know where my car keys are?" I yell hopping down the hall pulling on my black combat boots. "MOM!" I manage to pull the second boot on all the way before sliding easily into my dad's old leather jacket.

"Why would I know where your keys are? They are YOUR keys!" My mom shouts back from the kitchen where she undoubtedly made breakfast fit for a king.

"A simple no would have sufficed." I mumble grabbing my bag from the top of the stairs. While digging through my bag I made my way quickly down the stairs not realizing there was a box sitting at the bottom. The crash that resulted when I went vaulting over said box brought my mother running into the hall.

"Mom. Why is there a box sitting at the base of the stairs? Are you trying to put me out of my misery so I don't have to go to school?" I grumble into the carpet where I'm sprawled out.

"I told your father to take the box upstairs. I can't carry it on my own." She shrugged after checking to make sure I wasn't injured.

Pulling myself up from the floor I see my car keys lying under the living room table. "AHA!" Grabbing my bag again I scoop up the keys and run towards the door. "Bye Mom, and Dad."

"Wait aren't you going to eat….." My mother's voice trails off as I hope into my 1972 red Volkswagen Beetle.

Pulling into the school parking lot I groan aloud when I see that there are no parking spots anywhere. This is why I hate being late, the cool kids take the good spots and then the douchebags take the rest! I shake my head and pray to whatever gods will listen that I find a spot. Turning around at the far end of the parking lot I see a spot next to a beat up light blue Jeep. "YES!" I slide easily into the space and hop out of my car.

Walking up the path to the school I see Lydia Martin's strawberry blonde hair flouncing around in front of me and over hear one of the boys standing at the stairs talking.

"I mean, this is seriously gonna be the best thing that's happened to this town since….. Since the birth of Lydia Martin." I laugh out loud at this. Must be Stiles, still crushing on her. "Hey, Lydia, you look…." His voice just floats across the courtyard, I really don't think he knows how to speak quietly, but I don't care, he's funny most of the time. "Like you're gonna ignore me." I grin and go to walk past him and his friend Scott. These two had been inseparable ever since third grade.

Just as I'm about to make it past them I stumble and fall into Scott's back. Oh come on Perc you really suck! I scream at myself mentally.

"Whoa! Are you okay?" Scott grabs my arms and helps me straighten up. I look at him and can feel my face going red, I try to tell him that 'yes I'm fine and I totally did not do that on purpose' but all that comes out is little squeaks. Perc get out of here. Do not do anything else stupid. RUN!

Giving up on forming words I nod hastily and dart past Stiles up the stairs. The blood rushing through my ears quiets down enough so I can hear Stiles complain at Scott who is staring dumbfounded after me.

"You're the cause of this, you know." He huffs. "Draggin' me down to your nerd depths. I'm a nerd by association." The bell rings right as I cross the threshold into the school.

Real smooth Percy. Way to start the new year. I sigh as I replay the scene in my head. Only been crushing on him since the fifth grade. As far as meetings go….. Well that sucked. I straightened my bag on my shoulder and headed for homeroom.