Update: I am just doing a little editing to the older story, don't mind me.

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It was a dark and stormy day when I first got to Beacon Hills Highschool… just kidding, it was sunny, but I was nervous. I breathed in deeply trying to calm myself. When that didn't work I put my earbuds in and got out of my car hoping music would be able to calm me down and drown out the noise of the school. Which was an instant regret it as Korn's Freak on a Leash came blasting into my ears at full volume. I ripped them from my ears only to turn bright red when they unplugged from my phone and the music blasted out into the relatively quiet morning. Three guys I could only assume were jocks stared at me in surprise and interest as I quickly started hitting buttons on my screen to try and get it to stop making noise.

I sighed, relieved that my phone finally shut up even though conversations were beginning to filter back to me. I couldn't help but giggle as I overheard a conversation going on in the school.

"I'm so sorry about the other day. I'm trying. We'll get through this. Uh, I know, because I love you. I love you more than - oh, my God. I can't - You and Allison just have to find a better way to communicate."

I laughed a little into my hand not noticing that people were staring at me as I approached the school, too focused on where I was going and the conversation taking place.

"Come on, you're the only one that we can trust. Is she coming to the game tonight?"

"Yes! Okay, message complete. Now, tell me about your boss?"

"He thinks that Allison's family keeps some kind of, uh, records of all the things that they've hunted. Like a book."

"He probably means a bestiary"

My head shot up at this, there were there hunters here? Why wouldn't my parents mention that before I came here? I thought we were supposed to have researched all the goings-on of Beacon Hills before we moved here. I listened closer hoping to get some better information.

"What?"

"A bestiary."

"I think you mean bestiality."

I let out a quiet snort at this, okay obviously these two boys weren't hunters yet, and the one who was talking just then obviously wasn't too bright or was way in over his head.

"Nope, pretty sure I don't. It's like an encyclopedia of mythical creatures."

"How am I the only one who doesn't know anything about this stuff?"

"Okay, you're my best friend, you're a creature of the night, it's kind of like a priority of mine."

My ears perked up at this. I wonder what he could be since there are tons of "creatures of the night" out there. Probably nothing too rare, if I had to guess. Especially considering he hadn't known what a bestiary was, that means he was new too so probably a werewolf. A beta because I know that the alpha was not in high school and would hopefully know way more terminology then this kid. I walked through the doors pondering this, still not noticing the people looking at me.

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Stiles was looking at Scott earnestly as they were talking side by side at their lockers.

"Okay. If we can find it, and it can tell us what this thing is-" Scott was interrupted when the hallway erupted with people murmuring and looking at someone who had just walked in.

Stiles groaned and felt like hitting his head against the locker repeatedly. "Scott, who did he turn now? I thought he was done, hasn't he drawn enough attention to himself?"

Scott was looking down the hall too and turned back to Stiles "uh dude I don't think this is Derek's fault,"

Stiles' eyebrows rose at this because as far as he was concerned everything was Derek's fault. He stood on his tiptoes to see around everyone his eyes fell on a girl who had just hesitated in the hall, blue eyes wide, as if she had just noticed everyone staring at her.

She was gorgeous. He offhandedly thought of how pissed Lydia was going to be when she discovered the girl. She had shiny black curly hair to her waist with a tiny strip of silver hair on one side of her head. Her eyes were almond shaped, cheekbones prominent, pouty lips and she looked super athletic. She wore a black hoodie with her thumbs hooked through holes in the sleeves, black skinny jeans rode low on her hips and tucked into her combat boots. The cobalt blue shirt showed both a little cleavage and an obviously toned midriff. He whistled appreciatively under his breath.

Vaguely Stiles wondered how she got such amazing abs when he had worked out all summer with Scott and barely had any definition, probably the cheeseburgers.

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I paused only a second before I rolled my eyes at everyone staring and walked confidently forward. I get it, I'm a new student transferring after school had already started, I've been told I am fairly pretty and I had probably looked like a crazy person in the parking lot laughing at a conversation that no one else could hear.

I know I look more confident then I feel, but I am not going to let a bunch of normals make me feel self-conscious. I was shaken out of my surprise by a low whistle from one of the boys I had been listening to just seconds ago. I let my eyes glance over at them nonchalantly as I passed noticing that both were fairly cute, even though the skinnier one was nearly falling over trying to catch a glimpse of me, flailing to catch himself and almost taking out his friend with him. I smiled softly trying to refrain from laughing.

Once I had walked a few feet past the boys I tuned into some guys next to them saying "that ass though" and I snorted at how unoriginal high school boys were.

Scott's head tilted to the side confused and Stiles pitched in "she looked as if she just heard him, Scott….she's too far away for that to happen….dude did she hear him?"

Scott looked at his friend exasperated by his sputtering "I don't know if she heard him!" and proceeded to push off his friend who had grabbed onto him for dear life so he didn't fall on his face.

Scott's head whipped around at a quiet laugh coming from the girl in question. "Of course I heard him," He could tell no one else had heard her reply to him and as he was staring hard at her back she turned her head towards him and smirked before walking into the office.

At his shocked face, Stiles' eyes widened. "She was just talking to you wasn't she, you think she's another werewolf?"

"I don't know, I don't think so. I'm getting pretty good at sensing when other werewolves are around," he sputtered.

Stiles groaned again and finally thumped his head against his locker. "Freaking Hale" Scott looked at him questioningly. "I'm blaming him, whether or not he knows anything about her it's his fault," Scott just shook his head and started to walk towards their first class.