Thanks for giving my story a shot! This will be the first story I've put up on this site and I hope it lives up to the other great works. It is a work in process so there is more to come. You should know I use lines across the middle of the page to separate scenes to cut out the boring stuff. At this point I can't say how frequently the story will be updated, but I've definitely got more story planned. This story starts right after the first two episodes of Season three and is told from Stiles' perspective. The only character I own is Maxine. I hope you have as much fun reading it as I have writing it!

"I will kill that kid when I get to him…" I swear at him over and over under my white cloud breath. "He left me, no car, no wolf powers…" I tug my thin sweatshirt closer hoping for a relief from the cold. Again I feel like someone is watching me. I spin around my flashlight dancing through the leaf loosing trees. Again no one is there. "I will destroy you Scott Mc-" There is a snap and I know it hasn't come from under my vans. "Someone there?" I splutter, and then reconsider my call. Why would I ask a question I don't want to know the answer to? "Never mind!"

"Why are you out here?" A girl with brunette hair tied up into a side braid steps out from behind a nearby tree sending me tripping backwards into the soggy leaves.

"Holy God!" I scream grabbing at my chest. I take a moment to recover and look over the girl. She's got to be in high school, but I don't know who she is. "Why are you out here!"

"Doing research," she shrugs and steps around me.

"On what! It's the middle of the night and you're in the middle of the woods!" I yell standing up brushing off my pants.

"You're kind of nosy aren't you?" she smirks at me and I don't know how to answer. She stands an inch or two shorter then me with her hands on her jean-covered hips. I flash the light over her torso and instantly take notice of her breasts, they're maybe even large enough to be D's, wrapped in a white shirt, with a green jacket pulled over top. Something drives me to want to rip both layers off. "I have a lot to do before sunrise so…" She tells me then whistles loudly. Something comes gallivanting toward us, it just misses knocking me over. I yelp as a large black dog slides into a seated position at her feet. It's the fluffiest and biggest dog I've ever seen. I'm sure its eyes are easier to see during the day and his teeth aren't so prominently white.

"Nice dog," I say awkwardly and she laughs slightly.

"Nice mud covered sweatshirt," she says before wiping a splotch of mud off my shirt that I missed. "Sorry I scared you so bad. It teaches you not to trump through the woods in the middle of the night."

"The stories I could tell you about being in the woods at the middle of the night…" I shake my head. "I didn't learn then, I doubt I've learned now. I'm Stiles by the way."

"Oh you're the Stilinski boy aren't you? I met your dad."

"You met my dad? Already in the police station?" I joke with her.

"Your dad is my legal guardian while I'm staying here in Beacon Hills, only seventeen," she admits. "Oh, I'm Max and this is my pal Puca." The dog barks in agreement as Max takes my hand and shakes it. "You should work on your handshake, it says a lot about a man. It's basically your first impression."

"Ok, wait! I didn't know we were going to shake hands… Max. What kind of girl is named Max?" I say shaking her hand again harder.

"One who has a better handshake then most guys," she says gritting her teeth and squeezing my hand harder.

"Ow!" I yelp pulling my hand from her grip.

"And Max is a nickname. It comes from Maxine. But do not call me that." She yells poking me hard in the square of my chest.

"You are so violent," I grump crossing my arms over my now sore chest.

"You have to be if you want to walk around in the woods in the middle of the night," she shrugs and smirks. A loud crash in the distance reminds me where I am and what I'm doing.

"Damnit!" I yell scrambling away from Max up a slight hill. "Sorry I got to go!"

"No worries!" Max yells back. "See you at school Stilinski!" The dog barks in agreement again. When I look back both of them are gone. I breathe heavily for a moment running that interaction over in my head. We just met in the middle of the woods, in the middle of the night and talked for how long? I sprint toward the house now. I hear Scott and Derek duking it out from a mile away. I get up the stairs and barrel through the door to find them rolling around together teeth and claws flying.

"Hey! You just ditched me again!" I bark standing over them. "And why are we fighting!" I yell just as Scott knocks Derek across the room.

"Just practicing. Where were you?" Scott huffs.

"I got distracted in the woods," I shrug.

"Dead body?" Scott asks anxiously jumping up.

"He probably just scared himself," Derek growls straightening himself.

"You know I'm getting real sick of this guy," I growl back, much less imposing then Derek's.

"And I'm sick of you dragging this dead weight everywhere with you!" Derek yells addressing Scott.

"You guys wouldn't get anywhere without me! Who figured out how to get into the bank vault!" I yell as Derek crosses the room to me.

"You also figured out once we broke into the bank vault Boyd and my sister were going to kill us! Just a bit too late!" He gets right up in my face and I back up pulling Scott in front of me.

"You really should stop working out so much your arms might pop," I say angrily from behind Scott.

"Ok! Ok!" Scott yells over us. "Let's stop arguing about last night and let's argue about what we are going to do tonight!"

"How do we catch them?" Derek huffs crossing his unrealistically thick arms.

"The dead weight has a plan," I say raising my hand.

"You never told me what distracted you in the woods," Scott says locking up his bike.

"It was a girl," I say scanning the front of the school building.

"Was she uhh… Was she like-" he stammers gesturing to himself.

"No she wasn't like you," I scoff. "Well I mean she didn't give me that vibe…"

"That vibe?" Scott laughs slightly. "We have a vibe?" He shakes his body. I march away from him. "This girl has really got you in a tailspin, why? What did she do that was so weird?"

"Oh you mean besides the fact that she was walking her big black dog through the forest in the middle of the night and when asked what she was doing out in the woods she replied with 'research'. Other than that nothing much," I tell him as we walk into the building. My eyes instantly land on her and I plaster myself against the nearest wall dipping out of view.

"What? What?" Scott says frantically looking up and down the hall.

"She's over there…" I point and his eyes follow.

"Don't let her see you looking she's the type of person to march over here and ask you right out, what are you looking at bub?" I badly mimic her voice.

"I do not sound like that and I would never say bub," Max smiles sarcastically at me and Scott makes multiple facial expressions behind her. She's got on a sleeveless shirt that dips down her sides showing off a tan side and a sliver of her black bra. The words "Victoria Secret" repeat over and over in white. I force myself to move my eyes to her face.

"I wasn't… I mean it wasn't you that…" I try to save myself, but she doesn't give me a chance.

"Oh come on I know when someone is making fun of me," she squints at me before pushing past Scott and down the hall.

"Whoa," Scott says eyes wide. "What else do you know about her?"

"Just moved in apparently. And alone. She said my dad is her legal guardian while she's here," I pause realizing what I just said. "I should have asked him about it!"

"Yeah probably," Scott laughs slightly. "What's her name?"

"Max," I say tasting her name. Odd yet somehow perfect.

"What kind of name is Max?" He laughs as we walk into homeroom.

"What kind of name is Scott? Or Stiles? Or… Lydia! Hi! Hey! Hi!" My mind instantly switches when the red-headed girl steps into my view. She's got on a flowered dress and her hair is tucked into a braid that loops around her head. She is as unbelievable gorgeous as ever.

"Hi," she shrugs with that annoyed look of hers like she doesn't understand why I've said anything to her. That looks drives me crazy. I hate her and love her.

"Stiles, smooth with all the ladies," Scott laughs at me as he sits on his desk. Allison then walks in the room and he almost looses his seat.

"Scott, still not smooth with his one lady," I copy his tone and expression.

"Screw you," he mutters under his breath as he takes his seat.

"Screw you too," I smile as Ms. Henderson stalks in.

"Watch your mouth Stilinski," she points at me and I let my head hit my desk.