A/N: Hey guys. I am back with a new story. This time, it's going to be a Teen Wolf story since It's one of my favorite tv show and I wanted to write about it but didn't have the balls to until now. My other two stories I have are put on hold until further notice. I hope you guys read and enjoy this story and review to tell me what you think about it. The main character Scarlett is played by my favorite actress, Sarah Hyland and her best friend Claire is played by Chloe Grace Moretz. So, if you guys have any questions, ask away.
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf or anything you recognize here in this story, in any shape or form.
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Petite fingers tapped against the keyboard as the young sixteen year old girl gazed into the screen of the computer, browsing over the web with 'What The Hell' by Avril Lavigne playing in the background. Scarlett Grace McCall is her name. Also known as the world's most awkwardest yet outspoken and quirky teenager alive with a highly gifted IQ of 145 and Scott McCall's younger twin sister. Standing at only 5'3" with dark brown hair and glasses hovering over her brown eyes, Scarlett's beauty was considered pretty as a picture, but with being a nerd and Scott's twin sister, she was practically a nobody to most. Hearing a loud thud, Scarlett ceased typing and gazed around her room for the sound. Everything was normal. She must have been hearing things. Shrugging her shoulder, she focused her eyes back on the computer screen. Another thud came louder and more frequent. Scarlett glanced around the room nervously before standing up and taking small steps towards her door. Opening the door, she struck her head out the door and watched a figure step out of Scott's room.
"Scott?" She whispered towards the figure, watching it turned around, dropping it's weapon to the ground, revealing it to be a bat. "What are you doing with Mom's bat?"
"I think someone's breaking into the house." He explained, as the thud became louder and louder causing him to raise the bat back into the air. "I want you to stay behind me, at all cost." Scott pulled his younger twin since by 8 minutes by her hand and keeping her behind him as they headed downstairs. He was very protective over his younger sister since their father had left them when they were 5. Ever since then, Scarlett and Scott only relied on each other besides their mother and their other best friend, Stiles. Making their way out to the porch, the two twins looked around, hearing the bush rustling and turned to face Stiles Stilinski, letting out a scream at the same time Stiles did.
"Stiles!" Scott angrily yelled out at our best friend. "What the hell are you doing?!"
"You guys weren't answering your phone." Stiles exclaimed at the twins. "And why do you have a bat?"
"Stiles, we've turned them off." Scarlett explained giving him an explanation and trying to control the rate of her heartbeat.
"And we thought you were a predator." Scott replied angrily to his question, lowering his bat.
" A pre - I - wha -" Stiles responded looking at the twins and scoffed. "Look, I know it's late, but you gotta hear this. I saw my dad leave 20 minutes ago. Dispatch called. They're bringing in every officer from the Beacon Department, and even State Police."
"For what?" The twins asked at the same time, intrigued by the information Stiles was providing.
Stiles smirked at them before answering, "Two joggers found a body in the woods." And with that information, Stiles flipped himself over, landing himself on the ground and on his feet.
"A dead body?" Scott asked and Scarlett rolled her eyes. Scott may not be as smart as her, but he was certainly lacking some common sense.
"No, a body of water. Yes, dumbass, a dead body." Stiles answered leaning on the porch fence before jumping on the deck.
"You mean like murdered?" Scott asked again as he and Scarlett faced Stiles.
"Nobody knows yet. Just that it was a girl, probably in her 20s."
"Wait? That doesn't make any sense." Scarlett spoke out. "If they already found the body, then what are they looking for?" Seeing the mischief look in Stiles' eyes, she knew that she shouldn't have asked that question.
Stiles angled his head towards the younger McCall twin and smirked. "That's the best part. They only found half." Looking at both of the twins who were raising their eyebrows at him, he grinned. "And we're going."
"This is a really bad idea." Scarlett mumbled to the two boys as they forced her out the car.
"We're seriously doing this?" Scott asked, stepping out the jeep, grabbing his little sister's hand to keep her close to him.
"You're the one always bitching that nothing ever happens in this town." Stiles scowled Scott, holding a flashlight and leading both of the twins out the car. "And Scar, wasn't you that wanted to have a sense of adventure?"
"Yeah, Stiles. What I meant by that statement was to travel the world or driving out to see the sun go down. Not find a dead body." She hissed at him, before pulling her twin in the direction Stiles walked towards.
"I was trying to get a good night's sleep before practice tomorrow." Scott whined to Stiles slowly trailing behind him with his twin holding onto his hand, avoiding tripping over leaves, twigs and dead roots.
"Right." Stiles called out to Scott. "Cause sitting on the bench is such a grueling effort."
"Stiles, It's not Scott's fault that he has asthma." Scarlett replied coming to Scott's defense. Scott McCall has been benched since freshman year because of his asthma and Coach Finstock did not want to risk himself getting sued over Scott dying on the field.
"No, because I'm playing this year." Scott responded back to Stiles' comment, defending himself. "In fact, I'm making first line."
"Hey, that's the spirit." Stiles said sarcastically as he glanced back to the his best friend. "Everyone should have a dream, even a pathetically unrealistic one."
"Hey, Stiles. Just out of curiosity, which half of the body are we looking for?" The Female McCall asked as her and Scott walked casual behind him. Stiles paused in his track, thinking about the question that haunted his mind.
"Huh! I didn't even think about that." Stiles spoke nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulder.
"And, uh, what if whoever killed the body is still out here?" Scott piped up asking Stiles.
"Also something I didn't think about." Stiles timidly replied towards Scott.
Scarlett widened her eyes at the statement Stiles said to her brother, before turning around to glare at him. "Yeah, this is the sort of adventure that I did not want to experience with you."
"It's comforting to know you've planned this out with your usual attention to detail." Scott told Stiles while he, his twin and Stiles climbed up the hill of dirt and leaves in the woods. "I know" Stiles replied. Struggling and sliding down a bit from climbing the dirty hill, Scarlett finally made it up to the top with the help of her brother and Stiles. "Maybe the severe asthmatic should be the one holding the flashlight, huh?" Leaning against the tree, Scott pulled out his inhaler and took a puff out of it. Following Stiles, the twins both dropped down on the ground with Scarlett sandwiched between them. Grabbing Scarlett's hand, Stiles took off and sprinted towards the shadows.
"Stiles!" Scarlett hissed as Stiles pulled her harder along him. "What are you doing? Let go of me!"
"Stiles! Scar! Wait up!" Scott whispered loudly running slowly after the two. "Stiles! Scar!"
"Hold it right there!" A police officer shouted as a police dog jumped at Stiles. Tripping over his foot, Stiles fell to the ground, bringing Scarlett down with him. Her glasses fall off her face on to the ground as Stiles tumbled on top of her body. Groaning in pain at the heavyweight on her body, she shoved Stiles off of her. "Damn Stiles, what do you eat?" Lifting up her glasses to put it on, Scarlett hoisted herself up, dusting the dirt off her pants.
"Yeah, thanks for helping me." Stiles said sarcastically, still on the ground, squirming away from the police officers and the dogs.
"Hang on, hang on. This little delinquent belongs to me. The other one belongs to Melissa McCall." 'I'm not a delinquent' Scarlett knew that voice. It was Stiles' dad or as most people call him, Sheriff Stilinski.
"Dad, how are you doing?" Stiles said, jumping up from the ground.
"Hey, Sheriff." Scarlett casually greeted the Sheriff, waving at him but slowly put her hand down to her side, seeing him glare at her.
"So, do you, uh, listen in to all of my phone calls?" Sheriff asked Stiles
Stiles sheepishly replied, trying to laugh off the question,"No, heh." And Sheriff glares at him. "Not the boring ones." Well, at least he told the truth.
Sheriff Stilinski then turned his attention to Scarlett, "Scarlett, I'm pretty sure that this wasn't your idea. You have a bit more intellectual sense in you than Stiles has in his body. Now, where's your other partner in crime?"
Stiles and Scarlett glanced at each other nervously before Stiles said, "Who, Scott? Sc - Scott's home."
"Yeah, my brother wanted to get a good night's sleep for first day back at school tomorrow, You know. It's just me and Stiles. In the woods. Together. Alone."
"Yup." Stiles agreed
He didn't believe them which caused him to raise his flashlight and scanned around the woods, "Scott, you out there?"
No answer.
"Scott?" No answer.
"See, Scott's not here." Scarlett said, looking around.
"Well, young man, I'm gonna walk you and Scarlett back to your car. And you, Scarlett, and I are gonna have a conversation about something called invasion of privacy and following Stiles' plans to come to a crime scene." He spoke, putting an arm around both of the kids and pulling them out the woods.
Pulling up to Scarlett's house on the side of the curb in the jeep, the younger McCall sighed in her seat and looked at Stiles. "You think Scott's gonna be okay?"
"Knowing Scott, Probably not." Stiles replied nonchalantly, causing Scarlett to roll her eyes at him.
"You know, you have the best way to comfort people." Scarlett responded sarcastically at her best friend. Opening the door of his jeep, Scarlett stepped out and the car and slammed the door. "I'll see you tomorrow Stiles."
Walking into the house, Scarlett looked around to check if anyone was home. 'Thank god, Mom's not home.' Returning to her room, Scarlett stripped out of her clothes and changed into her pjs. 'God, I hope Scott's okay.' Taking off her glasses, Scarlett set them on her bedside, got under the covers on her bed. She felt her eyes droop and let slumber took over her.
Scarlett's P.O.V
"Scar!" A voice whispered and a hand poked my cheek. "Scar! Wake up!" I swatted the hand away from my face.
"Leave me alone, Scott." Scott? Wait, Scott's alive? Opening my eyes, I found Scott hovering above me with his finger ready to poke me again in the cheek. The little kid in me jumped into his arms and caught him off guard. Regaining his composure, his arm wrapped itself around me.
"Oh my god, you're alive." Pulling back from the hug, I slapped the back of his head.
"Ouch. What the hell was that for?" Scott whined as he rubbed his head.
"I was worried about you. I thought you died or got killed." I explained to my denced brother.
"C'mon on Scar, you know that I'll never leave you." Scott said, pulling me back into a hug.
"You know, Dad said the same thing to me before he left." After that statement, we both tensed up. Our dad was such a sore subject for the both of us, mostly me. Dad was my best friend. We did everything together from having a tea party to go swimming. One day, I told him that one day, I was going to marry him and we were going to live in a big beautiful mansion, so he won't leave me. He laughed at me and said that he was never going to leave me and I was never going to leave him. That all changed when he vanished and left me behind.
"I'm going to take a shower." Scott said, letting go of me. "I'll see you at school."
I got ready real quick. Taking a shower, brushing my teeth and all the needed essentials. I hurried, putting on flowery shirt with black skinny jeans and black converse and slipped my glasses on my face. Rushing out the door, I started to sprint down to school. Being on the track team has it's perks. Making it to school in 15 minutes tops, I made it to school just to see Scott and Stiles with Scott having his shirt up.
"What the hell happened to you?" I exclaimed, touching his wound and he winced, causing me to recoil.
"A wolf bit me." Scott explained, putting his shirt back down and grabbing his bookbag.
"A wolf? Scott, don't be ridiculous. California hasn't had wolves in over 60 years." I countered to him while walking by his side.
"Exactly my point." Stiles agreed as we both stopped walking, pausing in front of Scott. "There are no wolves in California."
"All right, well, if you don't believe me about the wolf, then you're definitely not gonna believe me about when I tell you I found the body." Scott said smiling at the two.
"You - are you kidding me?" Stiles asked happily, which really concerned me. I mean who gets happy over a dead body? Stiles Stilinski does.
"No, man, I wish. I'm gonna have nightmares for a month." Scott said, sighing.
"Tough luck twin." I told my twin, giving him a sad smile.
"Oh, god, that is freakin' awesome. I mean, this is seriously gonna be the best thing that's happened to this town since - Since the birth of Lydia Martin." Stiles said, but started to get distracted as Lydia Martin, the Queen Bee started to walk by. "Hey, Lydia - You look - Like you're gonna ignore me." And she did causing Scott and I to smirk at each other.
"You guys are the cause of this, you know." Stiles said blaming us.
"Uh - huh" Scott and I said.
"Draggin' me down to your nerd depths. I'm a nerd by association. I've been scarlet - nerded by you two." Stiles explained as the bell for first period rang and the three of us stepped into the school.
"You know Stiles, I rather be a nerd than to be a cold hearted popular bitch." With that statement, I walked away from the two, heading to class.
"Scar! I didn't mean it like that." Stiles shouted after me, causing me to flip him off. What a great way to start school.
First day of school was finally over and me being a supportive sister I was, sat outside with one of my closest friend, Claire. Claire and I have been friends since 8th grade since we both are very outspoken with our mind. She's been my rock and I've been her ground. I was a nobody and she was a nobody and we sort of clicked. Claire is a pale, blonde headed, green eyed girl who is 5'4" and is the greatest friend that has ever lived.
"Explain to why the new girl is here all of five minutes, and is already hanging out with Lydia's clique?" Claire asked, watching Allison, the new girl and Lydia sit on the bleachers together.
"Who cares. We knew sooner or later, Lydia was going to attack." I replied.
"So, you going to the party on Friday?" Claire asked, making me take all the attention from a book I was currently reading.
"Maybe." I responded, looking out on the field. "Hey, look Scott's on the field." We both watched Scott run out on the field and standing in the goal.
Coach blew the whistle causing Scott to clutch his head his head. Looking worried, a ball whized by and smacked Scott in the face. I winced and clutch my own face.
"Hey, Coach, how about you do your job and help out your team?" Oh. my. god. Claire please sit down and shut up.
"Sit down Saunders." Coach said scolding her.
"Make me." She sassed and I pulled her down, next to me. Another player stepped up and Scott caught the ball. The two of us watched in silence as Scott caught the next three balls with ease-even beating out Jackson. Smiling and cheering at Scott's victory, he turned to us and sent us a quick smile.
"I don't - I don't know what it was. It was like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball. And that's not the only weird thing. I - I can - hear stuff I shouldn't be able to hear. Smell things." Scott explained as we walked in the woods to go find his inhaler
"Smell things? Like what?" I questioned as we walked through the trail of the woods.
"Like the mint mojito gum in your Stiles' pocket." Scott said.
"I don't even have any mint mojito," Stiles paused as he pulled gum from his pocket.
"So all this started with a bite?" I asked Scott, walking by his side.
"What if it's like an infection," Scott told us alarmed, eyes widened. "Like, my body's flooding with adrenaline before I go into shock or something?"
"You know what? I actually think I've heard of this. It's a specific kind of infection." Stiles replied hastily.
"Are you serious?" Scott asked.
He nodded, "Yeah. Yeah, I think it's called lycanthropy."
"Lycanthropy? Are you serious Stiles? There is no such thing." I explained to the boy.
"What's that? Is that bad?" Scott asked.
"Oh, yeah, it's the worst. But only once a month." Stiles replied to Scott.
"Once a month?" Scott questioned, turning to Stiles and I.
"Mm - hmm. On the night of the full moon." Stiles said before howling towards Scott. Scott and I shoved Stiles causing him to laugh. "Hey, you're the one who heard a wolf howling."
"Hey, there could be something seriously wrong with me." Scott cried out loud.
"I know! You're a werewolf! Rrr!" Stiles joked as he dodged away from Scott's hand hitting him. "Okay, obviously I'm kidding. But if you see me in shop class trying to melt all the silver I can find, it's 'cause Friday's a full moon."
Suddenly, Scott paused, looking at the ground causing me to walk right into him. "Ouch." I said, rubbing my head. "What's wrong?"
"No, I - I could have sworn this was it. I saw the body, the deer came running. I dropped my inhaler." Scott told us, groaning.
"Maybe the killer moved the body." Stiles suggested as the three of us scattered around to look for the inhaler.
"If he did, I hope he left my inhaler. Those things are like 80 bucks." Scott complained.
"Yeah, he better because Mom is going to kill you for losing it." I replied to his complaint and continued searching the ground until Stiles kept hitting me on my arm several times.
"Stiles, What do you want?"
"Look up." Rolling my eyes, I looked up to see a tall, dark, handsome stranger. He was dressed in black jeans, black shirt, and a black leather jacket to top it all off. He had green eyes, raven black hair and a strong chiseled jaw with a slight stubble on it. The quirkiness in my brain began to sing a song. All in my head, it's singing 'My mind is telling me noooooo, but my body, my body's telling me yessssssss.' All you hear next out my mouth is saying 'F*ck me' as I stared down the stranger.