Thank you for reading. I have writer's block with my other fanfics so I decided a nice break by starting something new would help. I really like this idea and I hope you like the story more than I do. It would mean a lot and help me if you could review too. Thanks for reading again.

Olivia Gealach sat in her living room her knees pushed to her chest as she sat on the couch. With her chin on her knees she sat quietly listening to music as she drew. She was working on a landscape drawing of the woods and the moon. Over the summer Olivia filled an entire drawing journal. She practiced the entire summer on her drawings hardly getting out. Her music abruptly stopped as her phone began ringing. "Hello?" she answered not even looking at who it was. The phone was quiet. "Hello?" she asked again looking at her phone seeing Stiles name. "Stiles, I know it's you," she sighed closing her book. "Stiles?" she sat up putting her feet on the floor. Suddenly her music started playing again indicating he hung up. "I'm going to kill him," she laughed standing up. She slowly made her way to her front door taking a glance up the stairs. The hallway light was off and she knew her parents were sleeping. A small pug laid at the top of the steps staring at her.

Olivia smiled at the little dog as it began wagging its tail. "Stay," she whispered opening the door closing it behind her. She looked around the front porch, chirps of crickets filled the night air. "Stiles," she called out in a hushed tone. "Stiles." The crickets were the only ones calling back. She turned around sighing getting ready to return inside.

"Hello," Stiles whispered grabbing her hips. She screamed but he quickly covered her mouth. "Are you trying to wake the entire neighborhood," he laughed as she pushed him back.

"Are you crazy?!" she snapped as he smiled that goofy smile that she loved. She shook her head and the thought away. "What are you doing here?"

"Scott and I are heading to the woods, dispatch called my dad. There's a body in the woods, two joggers found it."

"You expect me to go in the middle of the night, before the first day of school to find a body?" she crossed her arms trying to seem uninterested. Stiles rocked on his feet looking at her carefully.

"If you don't come you're going to either draw in your little journal or talk to Lydia all night?" he smirked as she squinted at him.

"I'm not going to draw all..."

"But you were planning on drawing," he interrupted her as she continued her little squint. "Come on, stop being so scared and just jump in the car."

"Fine, I'll come, but I'm driving," she pointed at him retreating for her front door but Stiles grabbed her wrist and pulled her to his car. "This is kidnapping," she gasped softly chuckling as Scott opened his door and she climbed in the back.

"If I let you back in the house you would of stayed in the house," Stiles smirked as Scott got back in and closed the passenger door. Stiles turned the key and drove down the street.

"So what happens when my mom calls when she wakes up knowing I'm not in bed?" she asked leaning over looking at the two teens.

"Did not think of that," Stiles nodded as he focused on the road.

"And what happens when we get caught?" she asked looking at Stiles knowing he was the mastermind to this.

"Also did not think of," he nodded as Olivia started laughing. She sat back enjoying the ride not thinking of anything. The more she spent with Stiles and Scott the less nervous she got of getting in any trouble. They slowly pulled up to the Beacon Hills Reserve and Stiles turned the lights off. "I don't feel good," she sighed as Scott and Stiles turned in their seats and looked at her carefully.

"You're fine," Scott smirked as she sighed and rolled her eyes. Scott opened his door, climbed out, and helped Olivia out. The three teens started walking through the woods. Scott and Stiles were talking as Olivia stayed in her own world following the two teens looking at her phone periodically. "If you think you're phone is more exciting you are more than welcome to go," Scott said slightly nervous trying to sound brave.

"You can go too," she nudged Scott who simply laughed. He shook his head and returned to his original conversation.

"Stiles, you said we were looking for half of a body what half are we looking for?" Scott asked as Stiles gave a little nod stepping over a root.

"Did not think of that," he answered as Scott cleared his throat.

"And, what if whoever killed this person is still out there?"

"Again did not think of that?" he answered again as Olivia sighed exaggerated.

"You've got to-" she started as Stiles ran off followed by Scott. "Hey!" she called after them. As she ran after them her foot snagged a root and she tripped dropping her phone. Panic stricken she ran after Scott forgetting her phone. Scott grabbed Olivia and hid behind a tree as Stiles gave a little scream with a dog barking after him.

"I know this little delinquent," Sheriff Stilinski sighed as she looked at Scott nervously who put a finger to his lips. She tried listening to Stiles' dad but she could barely hear him.

"What did he say?" she whispered to Scott who covered her mouth.

"Where is your partners in crime?" Sheriff Stilinski asked as Olivia licked Scott's hand and he let her go.

"Who Scott? And Olivia?" Stiles asked playing it off. "Scott's home, said he needed to get some sleep before tryouts. And...and Olivia? Olivia is..."

"Right here!" she shouted from behind the tree as Scott looked at her like she was crazy. She stood up and came out from her hiding spot. "In my defense Mr. Stilinski, Stiles didn't tell me what we were doing," she sighed as the Sheriff looked at her then Stiles.

"So where's Scott?" Stiles looked at her calmly his eyes begging her.

"He's home," she said calmly. "He really did want to rest for tryouts," she added nodding.

"Ok, you two, we're going to go back to your cars and have a discussion on private conversations," Sheriff Stilinski sighed grabbing his son by the back of the neck. He glanced at Olivia and sighed she saw the disappointment in his eyes. He pointed and she started walking.

"My phone," she gasped as Stiles pushed her.

"If we find it, I'll get it back to you," Sheriff Stilinski said as he walked the two teens back to Stiles jeep. "Olivia, why did you come out if you didn't know what was going on?"

"I didn't want to go back to school tomorrow and not have a story to tell," she tried joking but Stiles' dad didn't like that answer. "I'm sorry, I just...I was wrong. You're not going to tell my parents," she pleaded with her eyes as Sheriff Stilinski sighed.

"I promise I won't," he nodded as she tried smiling but was too afraid of getting caught by her parents. Sheriff Stilinski spent the next few minutes reprimanding his son and when the jeep came into view he watched the two teens walk to the car.

"Um...what about Scott?" Olivia asked as they climbed into the car. Stiles turned the jeep on and saw his dad staring at the car.

"First I'll drop you off and then I'll pick him up," he suggested as she looked at him carefully.

"Promise?" she asked nervously.

"I'm not going to leave him by himself in the woods." She smiled and nodded knowing he wasn't. Stiles sped down the street and pulled into her driveway.

"If anything happens to him Stiles I promise you..."

"Olivia," he said calmly placing his hand on hers, "don't worry, nothing is going to happen to Scott. Nothing ever happens in Beacon Hills," he sighed as she chuckled and nodded knowing it was sort of true. She smiled at him again and pulled her hand back slowly as she climbed out of the jeep.

"Good night," she whispered gently closing the jeep door and dashed for the front door. She watched Stiles drive off again and she quickly ran into the house. She locked the door behind her and looked up the stairs seeing her pug still laying at the top of the stairs. He barked once and she shushed him. "Charlie," she called as the pug wagged his tail. The hall light turned on and she gasped running for the living room she dove onto the couch and set up the couch making it look like she fell asleep. She placed her journal on the floor facedown and open, her pencil between her fingers, she plugged her earbuds into her iPod, and her earbuds one in her ear and playing. Olivia layer calmly as she heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

"Olivia," her dad whispered slid stepping into the living room. "Olivia," he called again she played sleep. She could feel him standing above her. He nudged her knee and she refused to move or make a noise. "Olivia," he whispered a third time. He sighed and pulled her earbud out, turned her iPod off and piled it on her journal on the coffee table. He picked his daughter up like a new born and walked through the house, up the stairs, and set her in her bed. "Good night my little Olivia," he whispered as she felt him kiss her forehead. When she heard the light go off she smiled and slowly drifted into sleep.

At dawn Olivia woke before her alarm clock. She climbed from bed and made her way to the bathroom down the hall. As she passed the bedroom next to hers she came to a stop and looked in. The morning sun made the room seem dank and depressing. She stepped in and looked around. Two twin beds were pressed against opposite walls and a tall dresser was pressed against the wall next to the entrance. Olivia sat on the bed and took a deep breath, it still smelt like him. When she heard her parent's door close she stood up and quickly exited making her way into the bathroom. After an hour she was ready for her first day back. She stared at her reflection in the mirror as her sharp green eye shadow made her hazel eyes stand out. She curled her soft brown hair and pulled it into a ponytail. She wore a plain white shirt with a black skirt and heels. Grabbing her teal sweater off the bathroom hook she walked out.

"Good morning," she smiled at her mom as she walked into the kitchen.

"Good morning," her mother responded. "Thank your dad, too," she whispered as Olivia looked at her mother funny. "He took you to bed last night," she added as Olivia nodded.

"Thank you for last night, daddy," she smiled as her father walked into the kitchen.

"Anytime, baby girl," he yawned grabbing the coffee. Taking a glance at the clock seeing it was eight thirty Olivia grabbed her keys and bag and kissed her parents goodbye.

"I'll see you guys later," she smiled as they waved watching her run out the door. Olivia felt awkward without her cellphone. She also felt nervous that she was going to have to get a new phone and her parents were going to kill her for losing it. She sat in the driver's seat of her pale blue Malibu LS. She grabbed her charger out of instinct but forgot that her phone was still in the woods. "I'm so dead," she whispered as she drove down the street. Beacon Hills High came into view and a few mixed emotions fled Olivia. She pulled into a parking spot next to her friend's car. She stepped out and locked the car throwing her bag over her shoulder. She saw Scott walking over to Stiles and made her way over. "I am so sorry," she blurted as she made her way over to the two teens.

"Why are you sorry?" Stiles asked.

"I left you in the woods," she sighed looking at Scott who simply shrugged.

"Anyway, let's see it," Stiles returned his attention to Scott who looked around before lifting his shirt up revealing a gauze pad on his right side.

"Oh my God, are you ok?" she asked covering her mouth as Scott laughed.

"I'm fine," he shook his head. "Anyway I think it was a wolf," he answered.

"Impossible," Olivia spoke up as the three of them began walking toward the school.

"I know what I saw."

"You think you saw a wolf, but you didn't."

"She's right," Stiles spoke up as she smiled and nodded. "Wolves haven't been in California for like sixty years," he added. Olivia got a glimpse of a familiar red head and quickly looked back at the boys.

"I have to go," she whispered to them as Stiles leaned back seeing the familiar face.

"Really? Olivia?" Stiles sighed.

"She's my friend," she smiled.

"Or is it social suicide to be caught with us," Stiles retorted trying not to laugh.

"I never said that," she quickly became defensive and Stiles began laughing.

"It's ok, we'll meet up with you later," Scott said calmer as she smiled and hugged him before running off.

"What about me?" Stiles called out holding his arms wide open.

"Maybe if you were nicer," she laughed running off for the redhead. "Hey Lydia," she smiled as Lydia hugged her.

"I told you that sweater was amazing," Lydia laughed as the two girls made their way into the school. Olivia tugged at the sweater before fixing the strap on her shoulder. "Please tell me you're free period is after fourth?"

"It is thank God," she answered Lydia looking at her schedule. "Tryouts are today too," she nodded never looking up from the paper in her hand.

"Maybe you can hook..."

"Lydia," Olivia laughed nudging her friend. "If there is an actually funny, nice, and not so full of himself guy on the team, then I'd date him, stop trying to hook me up with the jerks. I'm done with the jerks," she sighed looking up at her friend who simply shrugged.

"You are coming to my house Friday night," Lydia pointed at her as Olivia opened her locker.

"You two talking about the party?" Jackson asked walking over to them.

"Jackson," Olivia smiled at him before returning to her locker. She didn't like Jackson nor dislike him. She had to deal with him due to Lydia but if he had no problem with her why should she have a problem with him.

"Anyway," Lydia smiled at Jackson before returning her attention to Olivia. "You have to come. We all know what Friday night is, so let's forget about it," Lydia suggested as Olivia looked at her slightly hurt.

"Easier said than done, Lydia," she sighed closing her locker door.

"I didn't mean it like that, it was a bad night for you, I just don't want you sitting in your room sulking like you did last year," she said putting her hand on Olivia's shoulder. "You shouldn't have to forget, but you shouldn't have to sit and sulk all day," she added.

"Thanks Lydia, but can I just think about it?" Olivia asked as the first bell rang. Lydia nodded before hugging the girl and Olivia hugged her back. "I'll see you at free period." Lydia nodded as Olivia walked down the hall to her first class. As she entered her English class she spotted Scott and Stiles sitting in the back. She slowly moved toward them and sat in front of Stiles.

"So is you're social status still in tact?" Stiles asked her as she turned around and gently punched him in the arm. "Ow," he joked as she smiled lightly.

"Shut up," she squinted a little as Scott echoed her. "Lydia wants me to go to the party Friday night."

"And you're thinking of not going?" Stiles asked in complete shock.

"Stiles you know what Friday is."

"That's why you have to go," he answered.

"He has a point," Scott whispered before he blank stared as if he heard something. She shook her head and turned to face the front picking up the syllabus she began reading, ignoring the pokes in her back from Stiles. Before she could finish the first paragraph the door opened and their principle walked in.

"Everyone, this is Allison Argent, she's a new student here and I expect you all to welcome her," he said calmly as Olivia rolled her eyes at the speech. He gave the same speech every time a new student came to the school. Allison slowly moved through the aisle to the only open seat behind Scott and Olivia returned her attention to the syllabus in front of her.