A/N: Hello all! This is my first Teen Wolf Fanfic! Let me know what you all think! :] I love the show, and the characters are obviously not mine (except the ones I made up… which you'll notice pretty quickly)! Enjoy!
S/N: I started this story a few years ago and completely failed you guys and I am beyond sorry that I dropped the ball. I promise that isn't going to happen this time! I'm editing the first two chapters and then I'll continue with the story where I left off. This story is going to be sort of around where the show is now, except I brought back a few of my favorite characters that I didn't want to leave Any and all ideas or pointers you have are always welcome. Again, sorry!
Chapter 1
"Stiles, are you even listening to me?" Scott waves his hands in front of his best friend's face, obviously exasperated. Stiles blinks a few times, shakes his head, and turns to his best friend for a few seconds before focusing his attention elsewhere, not even bothering to answer his question.
"What are you looking… ohh." Scott's eyes focus on the distraction and he instantly forgets what he was trying to say. "Who is that?"
"I don't know, man. But I'm about to find out. Wish me luck." Stiles pats his friend on the shoulder before making a bee line towards the new girl. Scott watches his friend as he walks straight towards the most beautiful girl either of them has ever seen. Scott blinks a few times, just to make sure she's real. And she is. She shuts her locker and leans against it when she notices the company she's about to gain, making her legs look even longer and more stunning than a second ago. She bats her beautiful long lashes at Stiles as he awkwardly approaches her. This should be good, Scott thinks, smirking a little at his friend.
Surprisingly, she laughs, throwing her long, dark hair over her a delicate, tan shoulder. Her round, amber eyes zone in on Stiles like he's the only other person in the hallway with her. Scott can't help but feel a pang of jealousy, resulting in his eyes flashing their red alpha color for a moment.
Scott straightens his shoulders and stalks over to where Stiles is chatting up the new love of his life. Neither of them notices as he stands next to them, so he clears his throat.
"Oh, Scott. This is Charlotte. She's new here. Charlotte, this is my friend, Scott." As Stiles makes hurried introductions, his eyes never leave this new girl—Charlotte. If anything, they seem to focus on her even more.
"Scott." Wow. I love the sound of my name coming from that beautiful mouth of hers, Scott thinks as he holds a hand out to her. "Nice to meet you." Her smile and her sweet voice hypnotize him, and it takes him a moment or two to realize that he's almost violently shaking her hand now. He blushes and then drops her hand from his, regretting losing the skin on skin contact immediately.
"So—uh—you're new here?" Scott isn't sure if that came out as a question or a statement, but his mind is so foggy, he doesn't seem to care. Stiles glances at him, if only just to glare for a moment, thinking Really, Scott? You can't give me this one? before turning back to Charlotte to hear the explanation she's just given him.
"Yeah, a family friend owns some property out here, and they asked me to come fix it up so they can rent it out." Charlotte flashes them her dazzling smile once more. She gives both boys just the right amount of attention that they both feel like they are the only guy in the conversation.
"So you're handy?" Stiles spits out quickly before Scott can speak to her again. Scott snorts a little under his breath, and Stiles shakes his head at how lame he sounded. Handy? Why would you be so surprised at this? Are you sexist now, Stiles? Christ. Stiles curses himself as he regrets the tone in his voice.
"That's what I've been told." Charlotte grins, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear, either ignoring how awkward the two boys are being, or not caring.
Thankfully, the bell saves Scott and Stiles from saying anything else that might embarrass them.
"Who do you have for homeroom?" Scott starts, realizing he has the perfect opportunity to show her around. Stiles elbows him, Step back lover boy, I found her first.
"Mr. Finstock." She points behind her, to the classroom she'll be entering and Scott's heart drops. Well it was worth a try. Stiles gives him a halfhearted smile, feeling the same disappointment.
"Oh, you have Coach. His class is pretty easy, as long as you aren't me." His self-depreciating joke gets another award winning smile out of her, and Stiles knows he'll be floating on clouds for the rest of the day. "Well, we better head to our homeroom then. We'll see you around though, right?" Stiles looks at her expectantly, like her answer is a matter of life and death. Scott grins again, loving watching his friend act like a little puppy dog towards this new girl. It's worse than he's ever been with Lydia or Malia.
Charlotte grins at them both once more with her dazzling smile before nodding once. "I hope so." And then with one twist of a perfectly manicured foot, she's gone. Stiles and Scott admire the quick view of her long, lean legs leading up to a ridiculously tight behind. Once she's in the classroom, a spell seems to break and the two boys realize if they don't start walking now, they'll be late to class.
The two turn and begin to head towards their homeroom, when Isaac runs up to them. "Who was that?" He asks, readjusting his backpack strap.
"Charlotte." They both answer in unison.
"Is she new? How do you guys know her?" Isaac inquires, hoping to learn more about this mysterious beauty.
"Yeah, she's new. We don't really know her. We just kind of walked up to her." Scott shrugs, obviously too lost in his own thoughts to notice his friend's interest in their newfound friend.
"You mean I just kind of walked up to her. You just followed me when you knew it was safe." Stiles points out. Scott rolls his eyes.
"Do you think you could introduce me to her?" Isaac persists. They both turn to stare at him as if they've just noticed that he's been inquiring about her since he joined them.
"I saw her first. I get dibs." Stiles protests. "You guys can't use your werewolf charm on her. That isn't fair. Can't you go after someone else? Scott, you have Kira. Isaac, you can have anyone else." He narrows his eyes at the two of them, who both shrug and look away.
"All is fair in love and war." Isaac sighs before ducking into the homeroom the three of them share. Lydia is already seated.
"We'll see about that." Stiles says, pointing at them, trying to be as intimidating as possible. "May the best man win."
"Win what?" Lydia asks as she retouches her lipstick in a compact. She looks up expectantly when none of the boys answer her.
"Nothing." The three of them exchange glances, knowing it isn't wise to include Lydia in their discussion. Not only because she doesn't know the girl, but also because none of them care too much to hear her opinion on the matter. Lydia rolls her eyes and begins to take out the weekend's homework assignment, obviously not all that interested in knowing what they were talking about. Stiles makes it into his chair right as the tardy bell rings.
Mr. Becker, their teacher, seems to drone on even longer than usual. To Isaac's disappointment, he has no classes with the mysterious new girl. To Stiles and Scott's pleasure, they have their next two classes with Charlotte, where they both try to make her feel as welcome as possible, all the while trying to push their way past the rest of the boys in their classes to sit next to her. Lydia catches on quickly, and by lunch, she corners Scott and Stiles at their lockers to see what's up.
"What do you mean, what's up? She's new and we're trying to make her feel welcome." Scott says, a little more defensively than he means. Thankfully, he's the only werewolf in this conversation and they can't hear his heartbeat rise as he lies through his teeth.
"Right. And drooling all over her desk is so welcoming." Lydia rolls her eyes and turns to Stiles, hoping she can use her charm to get something out of him.
"Don't look at me like that, Lydia. We're just trying to be good classmates." He avoids eye contact with her. He starts to get fidgety under her gaze, which clues her in to exactly how badly he's lying.
"She's just a girl. Why are you two acting like this? I mean, she has an amazing sense of fashion, and I intend on asking her where she got her bag, but really? She seems a little—well, dull. There isn't much going for her other than that hair, and those teeth. But I have a bad feeling about her. And when I have a bad feeling, it's a good idea for us to look into it, right? I mean, especially because of all that's happened with us. Something is wrong here, I know it." Lydia spits out her opinion quickly and quietly, not wanting anyone walking past them in the halls hear her.
"Watch out, Lydia. You sound a little jealous." Stiles grins as he and Scott walk off towards the cafeteria. Lydia sighs before turning to open her locker and put her books away. She slams it a little harder than she means to, but nothing is more frustrating to her than not being believed. By the time she makes it into the cafeteria, Scott and Stiles, along with what looks like the entire male population of Beacon Hills, are surrounding the new girl.
Lydia quickly grabs her food and sits between Kira and Malia. "They're like animals." She scoffs before slamming her tray down.
"You sound jealous." Malia points out as she takes a sip from her soda. Lydia glares at her. Sometimes, her matter-of-fact attitude gets on everyone's nerves.
"Why does everyone keep saying that?" She sighs and turns to her friend. "You don't think there's anything strange with the fact that she practically has every guy eating out of her palm? I mean, I knew we had a lot of pigs at this school, but all of them? Are they that shallow that looks alone have them drooling over her? Really? Scott and Stiles are practically in her lap."
"That is a little odd. But I don't think it's anything serious. They're all just drooling over the fresh set of legs. And those are a nice set of legs, if I do say so myself." Kira smiles at her friend, as if making a joke.
"Fine, don't believe me. And thanks for pointing out her amazing legs too." Lydia huffs, forcing herself to stop glaring at the new girl so she can focus on her food.
"Look, Isaac is joining her fan club too!" Kira points out, loving how uncomfortable her friend is. "Lighten up, Lydia. She's actually really nice. I sat next to her in homeroom and she's really friendly. I think you would like her." Lydia waves her away as she gets up to toss her tray away, too flustered to eat.
"Lydia! I was kidding! Come back here!" Kira calls after her. When she doesn't stop, Kira sighs, shaking her head before getting up to follow her friend, hoping to talk some sense into her. Malia rolls her eyes and continues to dig into her meatloaf surprise.
The boys seem to miss this scene though, as they're completely engrossed in watching Charlotte. Stiles glances around, glaring at the crowd that has begun to surround them. Can't they see she's interested in me?
"So, where did you say you were from again?" Scott asks, pulling her attention towards him. Since becoming a werewolf, he's become much better at honing in his complimentary werewolf charm.
"Everywhere and nowhere, really. I've moved around a lot." She grins at him mysteriously.
"And your parents? Did they move here with you?" Stiles asks, fighting for her attention.
"No. They're busy with their jobs. I came alone." This statement causes the rest of the guys to lean in closer.
"So you have a whole house to yourself? Doesn't that get lonely?" Isaac, who had finally pushed his way past the rest of the crowd and squeezed in next to Stiles and Scott, asked.
"I don't think we've met. I'm—"
"Charlotte. I'm Isaac. I'm friends with these two." He gestures towards Stiles and Scott without taking his eyes away from hers. Stiles rolls his eyes, Of course. I'm trying to compete with two werewolves. Why can't I just have normal friends? He slouches his shoulders a little, feeling defeated.
"Oh. Well any friend of Stiles' is a friend of mine." She gives him one of her stunning smiles. Stiles elbows Scott at that comment. See? I win. Now go away, his look seems to say. His newfound confidence brings his shoulders back to their rightful position.
"I'm friends with Stiles!" Aiden pipes in, now standing next to them.
"Me too." Ethan joins. Oddly, no one is surprised by this revelation, except for Stiles, who doesn't want to be associated with either of them.
"Well it's nice to meet you—"
"Aiden, and this is Ethan."
"Aiden and Ethan." Charlotte almost purrs, which irritates the rest of the crowd. "And to answer your question, Isaac, I'm staying in a big old house alone, and it is a little lonely. Maybe once I fix up the place I'll have to throw a little, intimate housewarming party." At the word intimate, everyone chimes in at once; offering to help her fix the house up, asking for her number, trying to give her their number, and bragging about having someone to provide the alcohol. Her eyes widen, along with her smile as she seems to bask in the attention she's receiving.
Lydia and Kira watch from the doorway. "See? There's something fishy about her. She's enjoying their attention way too much. And what's up with Ethan? Last I checked, he plays for our team." Lydia stares at Kira pointedly, knowing she's proved a solid point.
"You're right about there being something strange about her, but I don't think it's as serious as you're making it. Like I said, give it a few weeks and see if she's still surrounded by all these guys. As for Ethan, people can swing both ways, you know." The hairs on the back of Lydia's neck raise as Kira says that last part. Kira grabs her friends arm before she can start an obsessive rant again about her gut feelings.
"Mark my words, Kira. There's something fishy about this girl. Supernatural kind of fishy." Lydia mutters, following Kira out of the cafeteria.
"I think you're being a little over dramatic, Lydia. It isn't like she grows facial hair and howls at the moon every night or controls electricity." Kira chuckled, laughing at her own joke.
"Maybe you shouldn't joke about things like that." Lydia gives her a funny look before making her way down the hall and outside to clear her mind for her upcoming calculus test.