-Chapter One-

Scott McCall. How, out of the twenty students in the classroom, was she paired up with Scott McCall? Out of his choice of students, Mr. Harris partnered Scarlet Savannah with Scott McCall just because he knew that she was the shy one and he was the talkative one. Why did Mr. Harris hate Scarlet, better known as Sky to her friends and family, enough to make Scott McCall her partner? Sometimes the universe just throws random obstacles in the way just to make Sky's life even harder than it already was. Scott McCall, co-captain of the lacrosse team with the other co-captain being, or should we say used to being since he moved to London, Jackson Whittemore, was stuck with her and she was stuck with him. This wasn't how the universe was supposed to work and now the whole balance of the universe is being tossed around like a rag doll. Could her life possibly get an worse than it was at the moment? Chalk that down as a yes.

"Look, we aren't on the same page- no, we aren't in the same book. We are different books, you about wolves and me about doctors. Not even close to the bookshelf and we will never, not in a million years, be close to each other's bookshelf, understood?" Sky suddenly whispered to him as soon as she heard his books hit the table and him move to sit down on the stool.

"We just met and you're already giving me orders." Scott whispered back as she began to do the assignment, mixing two chemicals as he sat there, wanting to help her.

"Another thing- don't talk. Talking makes noise, which comes out of your mouth, which you use your lungs, which takes of oxygen, which causes a spot that could be used for someone else to be used for you, which causes someone to die, which causes the birth of life that could of happened to be over, which takes away a loved one and it stops them, the other people who loved them, to not have another life, which causes a lonely soul out there to not have a lover, which causes everything in the universe to be thrown off balance just with you sitting here. Now, shut up, stay there, and don't touch anything." Sky finished, grabbing another chemical as she slightly let a few drops fall into the glass, dripping down the sides.

Instead of talking, Scott looked over to see how Stiles Stilinski was doing with his partner, which he was doing pretty well considering it was Lydia Martin. Craning his neck, he saw that Allison Argent was with someone that she didn't know that well, but was still doing better than Sky and him were doing. Maybe this was fate telling him that he should talk to her, after all she has been in Beacon Hills for her whole life, not even leaving the state once. Never did he interact with her, talk to her, or even noticed her until this day. How could he talk to her, make her not invisible to him, if she didn't want to talk with him? Maybe he just needed to realize that she was breathing, a breathing, living, girl that was in the same school, not to mention the same classes, with Scott.

"Look, we both know you don't want to talk to me, but we need to. I know that I've never actually noticed you going to this school, but there are at least three hundred to four hundred other students walking pass me every day." Scott tried to get her to open up, to at least give a slight mumble to him that she cared, but her express told otherwise.

"Every single day we have to sit, two feet away from each other and all you do, all you want to do, is talk to Allison Argent or Stiles Stilinski or Lydia Martin or someone else. All I was, no, all the distance between you and me was two feet each day and you never even looked in my direction. I was invisible to you, to Allison, to Stiles, to Lydia, to everyone in the whole school and all I had was a friend, but she had no classes with me because you were in them all, taking up her spot next to me. Now, please, leave me alone and don't talk to me. You've been doing a swell job with it for the pass seventeen years. Why both to stop now when we are almost out of school, never having to see each other?" Her last sentence, the one she stressed the most about, she had broken the glass container that was in her hand, spilling out the chemicals onto her skin and onto the table.

The whole turned to her, her quickly wiping off the chemicals on her hand, along with the pieces of broken, before she grabbed her Alessandra Marchi leather black shoulder bag, swinging it over her shoulder as she hurried out the room, no idea Scott was following her. Reaching the corner of the wall, she managed to sweep around before Scott grabbed her left arm, pinning both of her arms against the wall as she stared at her, her ice-like breath cutting into his skin as he stared into her eyes.

"We don't have to ignore each other anymore." Scott murmured as he stared into her bright blue eyes, seeing them slight give off a sparkle.

"Wha-" Sky tried to say, but Scott's mouth caught her attention, it moving as it spoke to her.

"I don't want to ignore you." He demanded, letting her hear his words as he forced back her body from trying to get away from him, suddenly feeling it stop from trying to get away.

Never had she wanted to kiss anyone, nevertheless Scott McCall, but there he was, almost begging to be kissed, which wasn't what either of them had on their minds. Neither of them had wanted to kiss a person in the type of scenario that they were in at that moment, but something was telling them that they should. Dropping his hands, he felt her bring her hands onto his chest, feeling his abs as she moved up and down, not knowing why she was behaving the way she was. Scott's hands came up to her back, bringing her closer as their breath caught in each other's tangling as the space between their mouths got shorter and short until nothing but lips were in the way, pushing together. Bringing her head back, she slightly gasped as she looked into his eyes, him looking into her eyes as she came back to Earth, letting go of Scott as he let go of her. Picking up her bag, she moved against the lockers to get away from Scott, running away the second she was out of his grasp. Looking down the hall, he watched her run, wondering why he felt the need to kiss her as she did the same. It was like they were both under a trance, like a spell of love or something.

"Sweetheart," Her father said as he heard the door open, walking towards the entrance to see her running up the stairs, the door slammed shut. "What happened?"

"Please, I don't want to talk about it." She said, not turning her face to him as she let her dark blue hair cloud over her face, hiding what she had felt.

"Are you alright?" He asked, holding a cup of coffee in his left hand as he stared at her, wanting to see her beautiful face and what she was trying to hide.

"No, not even close to being alright." She said, realizing her true emotions before she continued up the rest of the stairs, wanting to cry inside her room, the door locked, alone.

"You ran out of the room after her to kiss her?" Stiles asked, trying to get it right as he saw Scott walk over, stopping his pacing, to sit on the bed.

"It was like we were under a spell. The second our lips pulled apart, she was shocked, even more, she was afraid of me." Scott replied as he thought back to the memory, the kiss staying together like it was glued shut by some invisible force.

"A spell? That's something different, but then again, this is Beacon Hills, home of the weird and crazy." Stiles said as she pulled up a chair, sitting with the chair backwards as he leaned against the back of the chair with her arms folding over.

"I think I need to talk to her, but I need her address if I'm ever going to talk to her outside school hours and to not make a scene." Scott told Stiles, him already at the keyboard, searching through the school records and files, looking for Scarlet Savannah.

Leaning against her door, she muffled her crying as she leaned her head off the pillow, staring into thin air as she whispered, "Scott McCall is a werewolf?"