A Wolf in Teens Clothing

Chapter One

I brushed my hand through my choppy, breast- length, auburn hair for the one- millionth time today, huffing, and frustrated as I fiddled with it in the upstairs bathroom mirror. I had approximately a half- hour to get ready for school, I'm new and I needed to make a good impression. After realizing my hair wouldn't cooperate, I decided to braid it to the side and started on my makeup; cover- up that matched my skin tone, liquid eyeliner that created bold wings in the creases of my eyes and mascara that made my eyelashes fan out and look longer.

I raced to my bedroom to find suitable clothes, digging through my dresser I pulled out an adorable black jumper with white cat features. In the drawer directly below the first, I snagged my purple galaxy print jeans. Before my father and I had moved to Beacon Hills, I would have never worn anything that, stylish. Before my mother passed away, I would have just settled with a baggy hoodie and a pair of sweatpants, flinging my hair into a messy bun and no makeup. I sighed; new town, new school year, new me.

After dressing, I walked down the stairs, determining whether or not I had enough time to eat breakfast today. My Father, Michael, greeted me with a half hearted hello, shoving the rest of his plain toaster pancake into his mouth.

"Dad, I love you but, that's nasty! The only way to eat a pancake is by drowning it in syrup and covering it with strawberries," I chastised, quickly making myself a peanut butter sandwich.

"Whatever, Robin, you have about fifteen minutes, take the car and would you please come straight home after school? We still need to unpack." I rolled my eyes as dad handed me the keys,

"Sure thing, Big Bad," He snorted, probably because he was about as big and bad as a baby lady- bug, and new it too. He walked over to me and tugged lightly on the end of my braid,

"Have a good first day, Pup." I chuckled at the nickname, bidding him farewell as I grabbed my beige purse and slipped on my black Velcro high- tops.

The drive was fairly uneventful and only took ten minutes to get there. After a few seconds of mental preparation and deep calming breaths, I grabbed my purse and slid out of my father's white Jeep. I raced to the front of the school; I was about to head in when I noticed a girl sitting on a bench, alone. Being the Good Samaritan that I am, figuring she was new as well, I plopped down next to her. The girl was about sixteen, with long, brown, beautiful curled hair.

"Oh, uh, hello," The girl said although, it sounded more like a question. I smiled at her,

"I saw you sitting alone and thought I'd keep you company. I just moved here so, I don't have many friends. Well, I don't have any friends actually." She let out a small laugh,

"I'm new too, my name's Allison, by the way."

"I'm Robin," so I was right, she was new! She chuckled again,

"Like Batman and Robin?" I laughed; I liked her, pretty and a sense of humor. Allison reminded me of my mother.

"Actually, like the bird," We sat there for a while and talked. I had found out she moved around a lot and that she had just moved here from San Francisco with her Mom and Dad, I also found out why she was sitting here, there would be someone coming to escort her to her classes today because she wasn't at orientation yesterday. She had also found out a lot about me; how I moved here with my dad two months after my mom died, my older brother, Nick, was in college, majoring in video game design, in New York.

Allison and I had been laughing at some horribly lame joke I had told when her cell phone rang. "Mom, three calls on my first day is a little over doing it," Allison held her phone against her ear and her shoulder, rummaging through her bag, "Everything except a pen, oh my god I didn't actually forget a pen?" She told her mother she loved her and hung up when, what I assumed was her escort, strolled over.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, we'll be going to room 255." Room 255, it turns out Allison and I had English together.

"I have that class too, mind if I tag along?" The man just smiled and told us to follow him.

On the way to class, Allison and her escort talked about San Francisco, I tuned them out, scrounging in my purse looking for a pen of my own. I finally found my pen, just in time too, because we were being introduced.

"Class, these are our new students, Allison Argent and Robin Hadley, please do your best to make them feel welcome." The escort said as he quickly fled the room. I looked around the room for empty desks and spotted two next to each other. Allison sat in the desk on the left and I was left with the one on the right. I was getting my books out when I glanced over to Allison and saw the guy sitting in front of her pass her a pen, 'Okay, that's kind of creepy, how did he even know she didn't have one?'

My first two classes went by relatively uneventful, after English I showed Allison to her locker, which so happened to be right beside mine. At lunch, I was introduced to Lydia Martin and her boyfriend, Jackson Whittemore. Lydia seemed really sweet, definitely not the kind of girl who would fall for such a Grade- A douche bag like Jackson. Anyway, they had invited, actually dragged is a better word, Allison and I to lacrosse practice. I hadn't really wanted to go, sports wasn't my thing.

We dropped off Jackson at the boy's locker room and scurried off to the bleachers, Lydia talking about all the cute lacrosse boys she could hook us up with. Stepping up onto the bleachers, I saw the creepy- pen kid from English and apparently so did Allison, judging by the way she smiled at him.

"Someone has a crush," I sang, Allison shoved me playfully and told me to, 'Shut my dirty mouth.' I heard the Coach yell, signalling that practice was starting. I watched all the boys on the team line up a little bit away from one of the goals, and creepy- pen kid jog to said goal. It was then that Allison spoke up,

"Who is that?" She nudged Lydia.

"Who, him," she asked, referring to the goalie. "I'm not really sure who he is, why?" Allison shook her head,

"He's in mine and Robin's English class." I nodded when Lydia looked at me.

The referee blew his whistle and I cringed slightly, the shrill sound hard on my sensitive ears. I looked over to the goalie, which was almost on the ground writhing in pain with is gloved hands to his helmet, trying to block out the noise. 'Okay, something's seriously wrong with this kid, unless he's... No, that's not possible.' I watched as the first boy in line ran up and threw the ball at Mr. Creepy, who was still recovering from the whistle. What happened next made Lydia and I cover up a laugh, the ball had hit him square in the face guard of his helmet and he was sent tumbling into the net.

Ignoring the name calling and utter embarrassment, he got up and put on his game face. The next boy in line repeated the first; run, aim, shoot. Instead of the ball hitting him again, he caught it in his lacrosse stick. After that, he was on fire, catching ball after ball. Then, it was Jackson's turn. He ran, wound up and shot the ball so fast there was no way the goalie was going to catch it. But he did and we all stood up and cheered, even Lydia. I clapped and cheered but a little more reserved, there was definitely something weird going on, I know nothing about Lacrosse and it seemed pretty unlikely that he would be able to catch that ball without some form of steroids, or the alternative, which also seemed pretty unlikely.

After lunch I had History with Lydia, which was pretty fun, she forced me to sit with her and I had found out that she was actually really smart, like, wow. When we were doing our work we talked about boys and clothes, well, mostly boys. Like I said, History was fun.

After History I had Math, the bane of my existence, alone so no one could even help me. That class was definitely not fun, seriously, who even used math anymore, and it's called the internet, hello!

When school ended, I said good bye to Allison, Lydia and Jackson and raced to my car, desperate to get home and relax. I pulled out of the parking lot and turned on the radio, singing along to a song I couldn't remember the name to and spaced out. A few minutes later I was at my house, I pulled into the drive way and turned the car off.

"Dad, I'm home," I called to him when I got into the house, throwing my purse and keys onto the kitchen table and kicking off my shoes. I saw his head pop around the corner of the stairs.

"Hey Pup, how was your first day?" I smiled at him,

"It was awesome, I made three new friends, well, two friends and one acquaintance but, whatever." He chuckled. "It was a pretty long day though so, I was thinking I'd go for a walk and help you unpack tomorrow?"

"I guess, that'd be okay but, you are not getting out of it tomorrow," he teased. I raised my hands and shrugged my shoulders, heading upstairs to change into my 'work-out' clothes.

I had changed into a comfortable pair of spandex shorts and a grey tank-top, throwing my hair up in a loose bun. I sped downstairs and grabbed my phone and headphones from my purse and set them on the kitchen table. I slipped on my runners grabbed my phone.

"I'll be back later Dad. Love you!" I called out as I headed out the door. I walked at a brisk pace down the street; I knew exactly where I was going to go, I had driven passed it on my way home from school, it was the perfect place to go wild.

I was at the entrance to Beacon Hills Preserve; I sniffed the fresh air and smiled to myself, barely any pollution. I had my music playing and my phone tucked securely into my sports- bra. I took a deep breath in and sprinted off into the preserve; loving the wind brush through hair, that feeling of complete freedom, like nothing can hold you back. With a loud, genuine laugh, I shifted. I felt the slight sting in my fingertips as my nails hardened and elongated into claws, the pinch of my canines growing, the dull pain of my face flattening out and hair growing from my sideburns to the bottom of my chin, my vision turned a deep red as my eyes turned a luminescent yellow. I dropped to all fours and ran my little werewolf- ass off.

It felt amazing, I haven't let go like this since my mom died, we used to run till the sun came up, and with the full moon on Friday, it was great just to unwind and be myself, to be wild. I was so caught up 'unwinding,' I almost didn't notice the two boys a few yards away, I halted immediately and watched them, It was Allison's crush and the boy on the bench at lacrosse practice.

'What the hell are they doing out here?'


Hey, there. So this is my first story and I know, it's probably not REALLY good, but I'm proud of it so far. Anyway, review if you want me to continue or if you want to offer critique, remember this though, flames will be used to cook rabbits in Robins little werewolf oven.

I don't own Teen Wolf, obviously, all cannon characters belong to Jeff Davis. Robin, Michael, Nick and dearly departed Momma Hadley, belong to me, so there.

Also, Thanks to Vcarp1993 for the helpful push to actually finish the chapter and upload it. You should totally check her work out, It's great!

HugsandKisses,

-I'mGivingMeAHeadache