This is my first story uploaded here; please read, enjoy and comment honestly.
BTW this takes place at the end of season 3 but Isaac is still there.
Scott, Stiles and Isaac were standing beside their lockers when Lydia strolled down the hallway; dressed in her usual attire of a short skirt, 5 inch heels and a top that revealed just the right amount skin as to not look slutty. The boys turned to see what was up, and something was definitely up because Lydia had the distressed look on her face which when someone is about die or it could be the look she gets when someone has nicer shoes than her; both were equally bad.
"Guy's, I think there may be another Hale in town." She spoke almost at whisper. Stiles opened his mouth to answer, probably to spout on about how that was impossible, but he didn't get the chance because Coach walked round the corner followed by a girl who was obviously infuriated.
"Please, just let me try out for the team. I'm stronger I look." These were the first words they heard out of the girl. She was a medium height but thin and pale. Her long, blond hair swished in its pony-tail, whilst some strands were tangled in her long, black eye lashes above her grey eyes.
"For the last time, no. We need players who are tough on our team." Was Coach's only response. This only seemed to anger her more.
"I'm sorry. I didn't realise this school was run by misogynistic pigs. I bet I could take on anyone in this hallway and win."
The small group by the lockers exchanged glances. None of them wanted to end up hurting the girl.
Whilst the argument continued Isaac whispered his speculation to the group. "What if she's the new Hale? She acts like one." Everyone looked him like he was an idiot and he glanced away, shrugging; his actions were almost saying Why not?
"I don't think she's the new Hale." Scott answered the unspoken question. "One: She's British. And two: Does she look like a Hale?"
They were, again, interrupted by a scream of frustration. Coach was moving quickly down the hallway however he had been unable to shake the girl.
"Look if I take down anyone of these guys in this hallway will you let me try-out?" She pleaded trying to make her case. At this suggestion Coach looked thoughtful.
"Alright, but only because I want to see one of them get beaten up. Lahey, get over here."
They exchanged nervous glances as Isaac moved to stand by Coach.
"Coach, I really don't think this is a good idea…" Isaac started to speak but was cut off by the girl jumping him and they both fell to the ground. They around for a few short minutes until the girl was on top.
Anger coursed through his veins and a small growl escaped him; Scott and Stiles started to move forward but stopped when the girl looked at them with glowing red eyes. She rolled off of Isaac, brushed herself off and spoke to Coach,
"Well I guess I'll see you at try-outs then." She walked after that, and Coach went off in the other direction muttering something about bets and losing.
The others regrouped back into a small circle.
"She might not be a Hale but she's definitely a wolf." Scott pointed out.
At this Stiles spoke up.
"And she's an Alpha."
"You know what, guys? I think we need to talk to Derek." Isaac said whilst making his way out of the school.
"Yep. Definitely need to talk to Derek." Lydia said.
The group made their way out of the school into or onto their respective vehicles and left for the loft; the mystery girl on all their minds.