Author's Note: This story is set during season 2 but it won't follow the plot of the show. Mainly, it's just about Isaac and Ariadne. They'll be mention of werewolves and kenima's of course, but that won't be the main focus. Clearly this is also an Isaac/OC fic lol but there are hints of Stiles/Erica Scott/Allison and even Jackson/Lydia. I just kind of throw it all in there ;)

This is the first piece of Teen Wolf fiction I've ever posted! Please be gentle, but honesty is my policy! Reviews keep me going and currently I need a lot of motivation to keep writing this. I really hope you guys enjoy this little piece of writing. I've had this idea bouncing around in my head for a while, so giving it to you means a lot. I hope you like what you read!

Enjoy :)

Isaac Lahey's locker door opened with a groan as the rusty hinges crackled with the weight of the blue metal door. Isaac hadn't been doing so well in school as of late but he was doing his best. It was hard to concentrate with everything else going on in his life. If things went the way he wanted them to, he could spend all his time training and fighting to protect Beacon Hills instead of studying and learning from teachers who hate their students almost as much as their students hate them. But alas, he has to keep his grades up in order to stay on the lacrosse team and not be held back. The only redeeming thought Isaac had was at least he was doing better than McCall. It wound be an act of God if that kid made it through high school. Isaac envied Scott though, not because of his failing grades or his inability to multitask, but because he had a reason to stay in Beacon Hills. Isaac chose to stay in Beacon Hills with the hope that joining Derek's pack would finally give him the family he so desperately wanted. But things weren't going so well.

Gathering his books and slamming his locker shut, Isaac turned towards his next class. He was running late so the halls were void of people or sound. But as Isaac walked down the hall he heard a backpack drop to the linoleum just around the corner. He heard a sigh and the odd sound of crinkling paper so instead of heading into his History class Isaac turned the corner to investigate the sound. What he found was a young girl slumped over on the floor, her head in her hands. He could tell she was pretty without even looking at her face. She had that beautiful kind of aura around her. He approached her slowly and sat down next to her; not wanting to sneak up and scare her.

"Are you okay?" Isaac asked quietly but the girl jumped anyway. She looked up with a shocked expression but Isaac's face was a mirror of her surprise. Because even though he thought she'd be pretty, he didn't know she was that pretty. She had long wavy hair the color of a winter night and her eyes were the color of the Caribbean Sea. He didn't know someone could have such beautiful teal colored eyes. Her skin was fair too, like ivory or pearls, and her lips and cheeks were flushed pink.

"Sorry," he mumbled once he'd gotten his bearings. "I didn't mean to scare you."

She smiled shyly and Isaac couldn't help but smile back at her. "It's okay I think I'll live. But is there any chance you could point me towards my next class?" she asked but Isaac was only half listening. He was mesmerized but the light bell like sound of her voice. How was she real?

"Which class are you looking for?" he asked and she handed him the school map he heard her crumble. "Mrs. Keller's class is actually right in front of you," he said with a chuckle as he pointed to the door right across from them.

With an embarrassed giggle, the girl stood up. "Thank you," she mumbled self-consciously. "I'm Ariadne by the way."

Isaac stood up as well and introduced himself with a smile. He wanted to ask how she'd gotten such an exotic name but he didn't have time as she smiled and walked through Mrs. Keller's classroom door. He just stared at the doorframe an extra minute, not a care in the world that he was extremely late for his own class.

He couldn't imagine a girl like that could exist. It was as if she'd come straight out of his imagination or a dream he'd once had. Ariadne. Maybe staying was a good idea.

Running a hand through his hair, Isaac headed off to his class and snuck in the back. He somehow managed to keep his focus all day despite meeting the girl of his dreams, Ariadne. He had to remember to look up the meaning of her name sometime. It was so unusual and pretty it had to have a great meaning. Isaac sat through class after class, continually disappointed by not sharing a single class with Ariadne. He looked for her at lunch but couldn't find her so he sat with Erica and Boyd as usual.

"Isaac! Did you hear a word I just said?" Erica's voice cut through Isaac's mind and he turned his head to look at her. She was staring at him expectantly but he hadn't heard a word she'd said. Boyd was beside her, an amused expression on his face as he watched Isaac shrug, looking more innocent than ever.

"I asked if you've talked to Derek recently? He's still pissed about our last training and won't talk to me." Erica replied, biting into a French fry with a little too much force.

"I'm pretty sure he's more pissed about you attacking him with your lips." Isaac corrected and she shot him an un-amused glare. "He said he wants to try again today after school."

"Don't you have lacrosse practice after school?" Boyd asked and Isaac nodded.

"I told him I'd be late but I don't think he was listening to me." Isaac mumbled, throwing back the rest of his soda. He gathered the textbooks he'd been studying and his empty food tray and stood up. He had a free period next that he hoped to spend alone somewhere he could get a little extra studying done. As cliché as it was, Isaac often sat under the bleachers doing homework during his free periods. Every now and then he'd go do something with Erica or sometimes Boyd but usually he was alone. And for the most part he liked it that way. He enjoyed the silence and exclusivity.

It was easier to get outside if Isaac cut through the boys locker room and through the pool. So he gathered his books and headed that way, only to stop dead in his tracks when he caught sight of Ariadne by the bleachers by the water. She was in a crisp white bathing suit with her hair braided to the side. Isaac couldn't help but stare as she dove effortlessly into the pool.

"Suddenly thinking about joining the swim team, huh?" Erica teased, sneaking up from behind him. He heard her coming of course but couldn't stop his ogling in time. Shooting Erica and dirty look, he walked towards the bleachers where he sat down with his backpack.

"Is that the new girl?" Erica asked as she sat down next to him, pointing to Ariadne. "I heard she lives alone like she declared independence from her parents or something. She has a weird name too like...Ariel...or Aries...or was it Aaron...?"

"It's Ariadne," Isaac corrected curtly. Erica looked at him with a wide smile.

"You've met her? So what's she like?" Erica asked, propping her elbow on her knee and placing her chin in her hand. Isaac gave her a sour look as he shrugged.

"I need to study, Erica. I'm gonna fail every class with the way Derek's been working us lately." he tells her and she backs off almost immediately because she's having the same problem. Though her grades didn't show it the way Isaac's did, she had trouble keeping up and focusing too.

"It's kind of difficult to keep up with school work when you're fighting your bloodlust every full moon." she mumbled angrily, running a hand through her curly blond hair. She leaned back against the bleachers, looking around at everyone. Her eyes lingered a little too long at Stiles, earning a teasing grin from Isaac.

One night after a long day of training and the two of them were lounging around the subway station healing, Erica confessed to Isaac her long-standing crush on the socially awkward teenager. Isaac laughed for a good ten minutes before she dug her claws into his leg, effectively shutting him up. He swore he wouldn't tell anyone but told her she could do so much better than Scott's bumbling best friend. Though Isaac genuinely liked Stiles; the kid certainly wasn't fit for a girl like Erica. Erica needed someone to ring her out and challenge her every day. She bores easily and is a lot to handle. Ever since her alpha bite makeover the girl is the epitome of a handful.

"What you can ogle the new girl but I can't appreciate Stiles's from afar?" she snapped, tossing her hair over her shoulder. Isaac chuckled at her, grabbing his French textbook out of his book bag.

"At least Ariadne is beautiful," he teased playfully but Erica sat up straighter.

"Stiles is beautiful too! Just in a different way...and she's not that beautiful." Erica retorted, crossing her arms over her chest. They watched Ariadne emerge from the pool and run her hands through her hair, smiling at the swim coach who was clearly impressed by her times.

"Actually she is," Isaac mumbled, smiling because Ariadne's eyes were so similar to the color of the pool water. He could feel Erica's eyes on him as the jealousy started to bubble up inside her. She loved Isaac like a brother but she didn't like people to think other girls were prettier than she was. Ever since Derek gave her the bite, she literally had to beat the boys off with a stick. Everyone was falling all over themselves just to get near her and she loved the feeling. Lydia used to be top bitch but now that slot belonged to Erica and she wasn't about to let Ariadne take it from her.

Isaac watched Erica's face get red and he sighed dramatically. "Must you always be so easily enraged?" he questioned rhetorically. "I'm sure your title still upholds, Erica."

Of course he knew what she was thinking; Isaac was her confidant. She told him things she'd never told anyone else; like how much she coveted her title at school. She'd been nothing for so many years; she loved being special. She shot Isaac a lingering glare before getting up and walking away. Isaac watched multiple guys stare at her as she strutted out the doors. He rolled his eye, wondering what gave then the right to stare at her like that. She'd never actually go out with half the guys that stared at her but she sure did love making them drool. Isaac kind of felt bad for some of them; they thought they might have a chance. But boy were they wrong. Everyone had their sights set on Erica but Erica had her sights set on Stiles. Kind of like Isaac couldn't take his eyes off Ariadne.

He was trying not to be creepy- she was in a bathing suit after all- but she was just too pretty to look away. She was on the slightly shorter side, standing at probably 5'3 at the tallest, but she had incredible legs. They were lean and strong and surprisingly long for her height. He watched her grab a towel and dry off, running the cotton up and down her legs and through her hair. But when she turned to toss the towel in the return bin she smacked right into a shirtless Jackson.

"Sorry!" she quickly mumbled, blushing as her hands touched Jackson's wet chest. He smirked at her, reaching a hand out to steady her as she stumbled backwards. Knowing what Jackson really was, Isaac couldn't help but stand in attention at the sight of their conversation.

"You okay?" he asked and she nodded quickly. "You're Ariadne, right? I'm Jackson. I couldn't help but notice your times were pretty impressive today. Are you thinking about joining the swim team?"

Ariadne shrugged, mumbling, "I haven't decided; I used to swim at my old high school but I didn't think I would here."

"We could definitely use you. Don't tell anyone I said this, being the captain and all, but we suck." He told her, leaning in close. She smiled but blushed at how close he was. She'd seen him in one of her other classes and knew his name from the other students but she hadn't talked to him yet. In fact, she hadn't talked to many students yet.

"I'll think about it," she replied, taking in a deep breath. God he really was unbelievably attractive. Then again, most of the guys in Beacon Hills seemed to be equally as insanely hot.

"Good," Jackson said with a wink, lightly touching her shoulder with a smile before walking away. Ariadne could literally feel the bright red shade of her cheeks as she giggled and buried her face in the wet towel in her hands. This sure was an interesting high school, she thought to herself as she continued her trek to the towel return bin. She pitched the towel inside and skipped into the girl's locker room. She tossed one final glance out to the pool, feeling someone's eyes on her. There were multiple teenage idiots ogling her because "boys will be boys" but she caught one pair of eyes set on her face not her body.

She recognized him as the boy who showed her to Mrs. Keller's class. Isaac. When she first saw him, the first thing she noticed was his strong jaw line and adorable sliver/blue eyes. Looking back at him again, she had to smile. There was something about him that made her feel comfortable. Like she could say or do anything and he would still be there. Even though she knew nothing about him, she felt close to Isaac. He had a pretty face and a sincere smile. She definitely wanted to get to know him.

Isaac blushed at getting caught staring at her but she just smiled at him. Everything inside Ariadne told her to go over and sit with him but she was dripping wet and standing awkwardly in the entrance to the girl's locker room in a bathing suit. So instead, she headed into the locker room with a smile.

She dried off and changed back into her ripped jeans, black v-neck tee shirt and slipped her arms into her grey sweater. She was putting on her multiple rings and her necklace when a pretty strawberry blond walked right up to her and introduced herself as Lydia Martin.

"You're Ariadne, right?" she asked, tilting her head to the side and giving an award winning smile. Ariadne smiled back at her, nodding. "I saw your swimming; you should try out for the swim team. Lord knows we need the help."

Ariadne chuckled. "Yeah, Jackson said the same thing. I don't know if…" she started to say before Lydia cut her off.

"Jackson? Jackson Wittemore?" she asked and Ariadne nodded slowly. "When did you talk to him?"

"Umm…like a second ago. He asked if I was going to join the swim team too but like I told him, I don't know. I'd have to think about it…"

"Well then," Lydia interrupted again, her smile fading from polite to annoyed. "Aren't you special?" she asked rhetorically, flipping her curled hair over her shoulder dramatically and strutting away.

Ariadne watched her walk away with a curious expression, half offended, half confused. "Don't mind her," a girl's voice spoke from behind Ariadne so she turned around to see a pretty brunette. "Lydia and Jackson used to date last semester; she hasn't really gotten over it. I'm Allison by the way."

Ariadne shook hands with the pretty teenager, introducing herself. "I don't know why everyone's obsessing over me joining the swim team. What's the big deal?" she asked as she slipped into her brown ankle boots and ran some leave-in conditioner through her hair. She was lucky enough to have naturally wavy hair that dried quickly, however the chlorine would make it feel a bit greasy when it dried.

"Our swim team sucks, that's why. Everyone's all about the lacrosse team right now but we're still highly aware of how terrible our swim team is." Allison replied with a chuckle, tossing her backpack over her shoulder and slamming her locker door shut. Ariadne followed suit and they walked out of the locker room together.

"Lacrosse? I don't think I even know what the hell that is." She said with a chuckle and Allison joined in.

"It's the only redeeming feature in this school. You should come to practice after school, I can teach you a little about it if you want." Allison told her and Ariadne agreed. They had to split up for class but they agreed to meet by the bleachers on the field after school. Ariadne walked to her next class with a smile. At least she was making friends.

Eventually the final bell rang and everyone took off in a mad dash to get on with their lives. Ariadne chucked her backpack and extra books in her Chevy Cruze and headed to the lacrosse field. As she was walking her cell phone began to ring in her pocket so she pulled it out and started to smile.

"Dad!" she answered excitedly after hitting the answer button on her iPhone and holding it to her face. She smiled from ear to ear, relief flooding her system with such power she felt out of breath for a minute.

"Hey baby girl, how was your first day of school?" he asked, similar relief in his tone. Ariadne sat down on the curb, taking deep breaths. Just getting to hear her father's voice was already the best part of her week.

"It was fine, Dad." She told him, surprised at how honest her words were. "We just got out a few minutes ago; I'm gonna go watch the lacrosse practice with some friends."

She could hear the smile in her father's voice. "What the hell is lacrosse?" he asked and they laughed. "I'm glad it went well, baby girl. I only have a few minutes to talk but I wanted to check in. Have you been sleeping alright? I know you don't do well in new places."

Ariadne sighed. "I sleep just fine," she lied. "Mark and Taylor are really nice for letting me stay with them while you're deployed. Their house is really nice; I just miss my bed."

"I know, baby girl but this is…" her father started to say before Ariadne cut him off.

"Important, I know. I just wish you could stay here- stay safe." She said with a sad sigh. The emotions building in her chest brought tears to her eyes but she rubbed the sleeve of her sweater against her eyes to stop the tears from flowing.

"I wish I could too, but I need to be here. In fact…I need to be somewhere else...I gotta go. I'll call again when I get the chance and you can tell me what the hell lacrosse is. I love you baby girl." Ariadne could hear the commotion around her dad as he spoke. She sighed again; the phone calls never lasted long enough for either of them.

"Stay safe in the sandbox, Dad. I love you more." She replied.

"Love you most," he said with an audible smile before she heard fuzz and eventually a click. Slowly letting the phone slide from her face, Ariadne wouldn't let the tears fall but they desperately wanted to. All she wanted was to go home- to her real home in Huston- curl up on her bed and cry. But she couldn't do that; she needed to be strong. Her father was in Iraq fighting for her freedom, the least she could do was making it through high school. The least she could do was man-up and go watch a lacrosse game with Allison. Sure, her smile wouldn't be genuine until her father got home and sure she wished she weren't in Beacon Hills, but she'd at least try to enjoy her time here. She'd give it her all. Because that's what her dad wanted her to do.

So Ariadne stood up defiantly and strode over to the lacrosse field where Allison was already waiting for her on the bleachers. She waved Ariadne over and scooted over so she had a place to sit.

"So explain what's happening cause I have no idea." Ariadne said with a chuckle as she sat down next to Allison and pulled the sleeves of her sweater over her fingers. Used to Texas weather, the cool breeze was killing Ariadne.

Allison smiled and began to explain the details of the sport. She knew more than Ariadne expected her to but was glad someone knew, because Ariadne was absolutely lost. She watched for a good twelve minutes before she finally realized Jackson was on the team.

"I can't see a damned facial feature with those masks." Ariadne replied as Alison laughed. She could only make out the general form of each of the players under their heavy padding.

"Number eleven is Scott McCall. Number six is our goalie Danny. Number twenty-one is Greenberg and you obviously know Jackson. Oh and fourteen is Isaac Lahey and number…" Allison said, pointing to each member of the team she listed.

"Isaac?" Ariadne cut in. Alison looked at her curiously, nodding.

"You know him?"

Ariadne shrugged indifferently. "He just helped me get to one of my classes this morning." She mumbled, staring at Isaac's back as he stood in line on the field. Though she wasn't too sure what they were doing, it seemed as if Isaac was a good player. From what she could tell, he was something of a powerhouse. She never would've guessed he was that strong. She watched him play, mesmerized by how fluently he maneuvered. The one Alison pointed out as Scott McCall moved with surprising grace as well.

When practice was over, the players filed off the field to the locker room but number twenty-four stumbled over to the girls with a smile. "Hey Allison," he greeted then turned to smile at Ariadne.

"Hi," Ariadne said, introducing herself.

"Like the Greek goddess," he replied and Ariadne's jaw dropped open with shock.

"Oh my God, yes!" she said excitedly. This was officially the first time since the time she was born that someone knew the real meaning of her name.

"Don't get to impressed, I just really like Inception." He replied with a smile and she laughed.

"I'll take it anyway,"

"I'm Stiles by the way," He reached out a hand to shake hers and she chuckled while doing so. They exchanged smiles before Stiles asked if he could talk to Allison a minute. Ariadne stood up and excused herself.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Allison. Nice to meet you, Stiles." She said politely, smiling at them as she began to walk away. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Stiles sit next to Allison as they inclined their heads towards each other and talked quietly.

"We have a huge problem!" she heard him whisper but couldn't hear anything after that. Ariadne dug around in her pockets for her car keys as she walked back to the parking lot. So far, the day had gone really well. She met great people and had a pleasant time. Maybe it wouldn't be too hard living in Beacon Hills.

As Ariadne unlocked her car door and went to get inside, she caught sight of Isaac exiting the school. He was in a real rush as he ran through the parking lot. He grabbed his bike off the bike rack and leapt on, pedaling like mad out of the parking lot. She chuckled at how hasty his movements were. Wherever he was going it must've been important because he dropped his cell phone in the process but didn't notice or stop pick it up. So Ariadne walked over to retrieve it. It was a cheep disposable phone but she was sure he'd need it. So she put it in the middle console of her car and started the engine. She smiled as she pulled out of the parking lot. Now she had a reason to seek him out tomorrow.

I hope you guys enjoyed chapter one! Stay tuned for chapter two, which I hope to post soon! I have a Tumblr account dedicated to my writing (danceswithwoves10 .tumblr. com) and I also have a Polyvore account with outfits for most of my fics (samitballi. polyvore. com) so feel free to check those out! Thanks again :)

{Ariadne is the name of a Greek goddess but I got the name from the movie Inception (like Stiles) but she doesn't have a last name yet...any ideas?}