Chapter one:

'Come on Halyee, you can do this. Don't be a dipshit and just answer the freaking question!

Haylee Marshall, brunette, 5'3 with soothing amber eyes. Beautiful yet still finds a way to be the most awkward person ever, or at least she thought so. At most she was average weird; she wore an AC/DC crop top with a red and black plaid button down shirt and a pair of skinnys with denim wedged sneakers and top it off a Made in the 90's engraved beanie. She was in the Beacon Hills High School office with her aztec rucksack on her back spluttering to answer the secretaries question. Being the new kid was quite normal for her seeing as her dad never kept a job for longer than six months but she was always a nervous reck. Her mom died when she was about the age of nine or eight so her dad and her were left enough money from inheritance, But she always kept her mother's necklace with her; a full moon with a howling wolf in the middle. She never knew what it meant and wondered but always thought she was being silly.

"Miss Marshall? Are you okay?" the secretary asked as she handed the map of the school and Haylee's locker combination to her.

"Uh..W-what? Oh uh yeah, just kinda... zoned out there," she replied with a nervous smile, grabbing the two items from the smiling womans hand.

"It's ok to be nervous, those first day jitters really do getcha huh?" the lady asked.

"Huh? Oh! Uh yeah, they really do," she mumbled loud enough for the lady to here.

Once she got her stuff she was sent to the outside portion of the school where there was someone else on the waiting bench. Alright, you got this, be cool. "Hi!" Haylee practically yelld, startiling the poor girl. "Sorry, um I'm Haylee Marshall. Are you new too?" she said with hope lingering in her voice praying she wasn't the only new person cause it's not always fun.

"Uh hi, I'm Alison and yea I'm new too." Alison replied. Haylee blew out a breath of relief thanking the gods."Thank god, being the new girl kinda sucks if there's no one to go through the day with. So what brings you to beacon hills?" she asked miraculously having the sense of new found confidence.

"Um, I'm from San Fransisco but my dad gets a lot of jobs so we move a lot, you?"

"My dad's the same and I'm from Long Island." Haylee replied fidgeting with the hem of her shirt nervously. The topic of her dad always brought up the one of her mom and that was a pretty sensitive subject. But luckily Alison figured something was wrong so she didn't push. A while later her mom called for the third time today that it was snort and nudge worthy but after a while a tall man who the two girls presumed to be the principle came to lead them into class. They both had the same subject for the first period. "Class, these are you two new students Haylee Marshall and Alison Argent, please do your best to make them feel welcome," the principal said as Haylee gave an awkward smile while Alison was moving towards her seat. Once she saw that Haylee was stuck she took her hand to put her in a seat which happened to be next to Alison who sat in front of a mopheaded puppy-eyed boy how handed her a pen which she actually needed. How did he know she needed a pen? She thought. Agin she thought she was being stupid and oushed the thought out of her mind. Class was over pretty soon and Haylee got her stuff to leave, but her, being the eternal clutz she is, bounced into someone lanky but lean. "Oh my god, i'm so sorry, jesus what's wrong with me?" She looked up and saw a boy with hazel or maple? Urgh!? She had a thing for know peoples exact eye colour but his, she couldn't pin. He had a buzz-cut and pale looking skin wearing a shirt and blazer along side a pair of jeans and converse.

"It's cool. It was kinda my fault anyways," he replied chuckling.

Haylee narrowed her eyes. "How so?"

"Well, I for one think it's rude to bump into pretty people" He said making Haylee's face go tomato red. She tried to hide her smile but failed miserably. "I'm Stiles by the way. And you are?" Stiles asked. This was the part Haylee couldn't handle a normal smile, wave or hello she can take. But actually talking and conversing with people was insanely difficult.

"u-uh Haylee, Haylee Marshall," she stuttered.

Oh ok, well see ya around," Stiles replied. He turned away and walked over to the mop-headed boy. Haylee shook her head and walked away still confused that she still couldn't figure out his eye color. She pushed it to the back of her head, and walked to her locker next to Alison, the only person that she knew well enough to talk to properly. "Hey," Haylee said to Alison but her eyes were fixated on puppy-eyed boy. "Oooh, someone's got a cru-ush," she said in a sing-song voice. Alison soon realized Haylee was there and nudged her with a grin plastered on her face.

"Ha ha, the grin says it all," Haylee stated while Alison rolled her eyes. Just then, a strawberry blonde haired girl walked up to the the two. "That jacket is absolutely killer, where'd you get it?" She asked Alison. "Um, my mom was a buy for a boutique in San Francisco," Alison replied. She stared at Haylee a little and squeal in excitment making Haylee want to shoot herself. "Oh-My-God! I love your shoes, you'll have to lend them to me sometime. You two are my new best friends, I'm Lydia." Lydia said in a voice the made Haylee sort of want to crawl up and die. Haylee was about to say something when a blonde haired guy who was attractive but seemed like a complete dick so Haylee lost interest instantly. "Hey Jackson," Lydia said slyly and kissed him as he held on to her waist. Lydia started to say something, "So there's a party this weekend," she started. "A party?" Alison asked furrowing her eyebrows.

"Yea, you should come." Jackson replied.

"Oh I can't, Friday's family night," Alison replied. Lydia pouted and looked at Haylee. "Well cam you come?" she asked, hope filling her voice.

Haylee opened and closed her mouth for what seemed like 1000 times and finally replied, "Uh wha-uh...um I-I don't r-really know," she stuttered but was soon cut off by Lydia

"Good! Then it's settled you two are coming with me to shop for outfits " Lydia squealed in excitement. "But you should come, everyone's going after the scrimage," Jackson said pointing to Alison who looked as confused as Haylee. "Oh, like football?" Jackson snorted."Football's a joke in Beacon Hills, the sport here is Lacrosse." Jackson stated. "We've won state champion for four years," he boasted making Haylee roll her eyes at his alpha ego he desperately wants to withold. "That's because of our amazing team captain," Lydia chimed in, fixing Jackson's hair. Haylee stood there amazed that someone like Lydia, who seemed to be popular was talking to her seeing as she was a nervous wreck when it came to social activities. "We have practice in a few minutes, that's if you want to come," Jackson suggested.

"Ah- U-uh sure, Alison?" Haylee asked hoping that Alison had something else to drag her too.

"Ah, well-" Alison started as she was stopped by Lydia, who seemed to take no for an answer.

"Perfect!" Lydia squealed as she dragged me along with Alison who was staring back at puppy boy. Haylee looked back as well seeing the buzz-cut haired boy whose eyes still frustrated her.