Chapter 1

Disclaimer I don't own Teen Wolf. If I did, Derek Hale would never wear another shirt again...EVER!

Cassie POV

I walk through the door to Beacon Hills High School. I look around at all the students. I have long blonde hair, and forest green eyes. My shirt is black and in red writing it says "I Don't Hesitate" I am also wearing black jeans and a black leather jacket. I look down at the piece of paper in my hand. Locker: 2394 Combination: Turn right three times then stop on 33, turn left all the way around once then stop on 49, then turn right till you stop at 41 I sigh. That meant I had to go upstairs. I find the stairs and head up until I get to the second floor.

I eventually find my locker after about five minutes of searching. I put in my combination and I'm surprised when it actually opens for me. I pretty much dump all of my books in my locker, then look at my schedule. I had Chemistry first. I smile. I had always loved Chemistry. It always came to me so easy. I grabbed my book, closed my locker and headed to Chemistry.

The bell rang right as I got to the door of my class. My teacher was writing on the board when I walked in. I was about two minutes late, so I figured I could get away with it. I was wrong.

"Your late" my teacher said. I stared at him.

"Well yeah, but by only two min-" I'm cut off by him turning around and speaking.

"I don't care if it were two seconds. You are late. Now, if you don't take your seat, I'm going to give you detention" I stared at him incredulously. Was he serious? I mean, it's not that big of a deal, it was only three seconds. I couldn't resist the urge to talk back.

"A detention? For what?" I said, glaring at him. He smiled/smirked.

"That's it. Detention. You are to stay after class for a half hour" he said. I glared at him and took my seat. There was only one seat open so I ended up sitting beside some guy who wouldn't stop staring at me.

It turned out, a lot of people knew my Chemistry teacher was a dick so when I tried to explain why I was late, all I had to tell my English teacher was that my Chemistry teacher gave me detention. Cool, huh? Eh, sort of. Well, anyways, the rest of my classes went pretty smooth.

At the moment I am heading towards my car when all of a sudden, this cute boy with brown hair and beautiful and warm brown eyes walks up to me.

"Don't worry about him. He does that all the time" he says. I look at him, actually confused.

"Huh?" I ask. He chuckles.

"Harris. The Chemistry teacher?" he says. Understanding showed in my eyes as realization hit me. He was talking about the dick teacher who gave me detention for no reason.

"Is he really always that bad?" I ask. He chuckles again.

"Yes. You eventually get used to it" he says. I stare at him.

"Really?" I ask, not believing him.

"Uh...no, not really" he says. I laugh.

"That's what I thought. So, do you always get called out in front of the entire class?" I ask. He smiles at me.

"Yeah...Harris seems to really hate me and my best friend, Stiles" he says. I'm about to comment on the fact that his best friend's name is Stiles, but someone speaks before I can say anything.

"Hey McCall! What are you doing?" I look over to see a very hot guy with short light brown hair and blazing blue eyes walking over to us. The boy I was talking to ground his teeth together.

"What does it look like I'm doing Whittemore? I'm talking to someone" he answers. The boy with blue eyes smirks and when he looks at me, he winks. The girl with red hair and green eyes standing beside him glares at me when he winks. I can already tell I won't like her and that she is a bitch which is funny because I have never hated someone so quickly.

"I can see that. I mean, why? It's not like you have a shot with her. Hell, you don't have a shot with any girl in this school. So why don't you just walk away and leave her alone" the boy with blue eyes said. I stared at him. I couldn't believe he was saying that. What a dick! Before the boy with brown eyes could answer, I did.

"What makes you think he doesn't have a chance with me?" Blue eyes smirks at me again. I was starting to get annoyed with that.

"Well you're beautiful and obviously smart. McCall is too stupid to be with someone as beautiful as you" he says. The girl beside him continues to glare at me like she is about to tackle me and beat the shit out of me. I ignore her. Brown eyes decides to speak.

"Oh really? And what makes you think I'm too stupid too be with her, dick!" he says. I stare at him, shocked he had the guts to say that. Something told me that no one really stood up to blue eyes. But that might have been Brown Eyes' problem because calling Blue Eyes a dick, makes him snap. He throws a punch and it hits Brown Eyes right in the jaw, making him stumble back. I see what is going to happen before it does. Brown Eyes lunges at Blue Eyes, tackling him to the ground and getting a few good hits before Blue Eyes hits him back, and then starts pounding on him.

"Jackson! Stop it! He's not worth it!" The red-head nearly screams.

A/N: I'm sorry if it's annoying you for the 'Blue Eyes' and 'Brown Eyes' but Cassie doesn't know their names yet so I'm going with eye color instead of saying 'This guy' or 'that guy'. Trust me, my choice is less annoying! Please don't hate me for it...

Brown Eyes hits him again, and gets back on top of him when all of a sudden, both boys are yanked up. Brown Eyes is thrown at me and Jackson-I'd caught on to who the red-head was yelling at-is thrown at the red-head who is still glaring at me slightly. I recognize who picked them up and groan inwardly.

"Alright! Enough! I want to know who started it and I want to know NOW!" Harris shouts. Brown Eyes flinches slightly. No one said anything though.

"Alright fine. You three have detention" Harris says. Red Head stares at him incredulously.

"Three of us? I didn't do anything wrong!" she says. Harris stares at her.

"I wasn't talking about you. I was talking about them" He points to Jackson, and Brown Eyes, and then me. I stare at him.

"Me? But I didn't do anything wrong! Ask her" I say, gesturing to the red-head. Harris looks at her. She smirks at me.

"Mr. Harris, she's lying. Jackson and I were just walking down the sidewalk when all of a sudden they came over and started making fun of us. We tried to ignore it but then he hit Jackson. Jackson hit back in mere self-defense. While this happened, she"-She pointed to me-"kept making fun of my hair and my eyes. She said my eyes looked like the color of frogs!" Red Head says. Brown Eyes and I stare at her, shocked. Harris looks at Red Head.

"Don't worry Lydia. Your eye's don't look like that. You two, detention, now. Jackson, you're off the hook, since it was self-defense" Harris says. Brown Eyes and I have no choice but to follow him.

"Sorry about that. Jackson just makes me so angry sometimes and I can't help but retaliate when he says something like that" Brown Eyes whispers. I chuckle lowly.

"It's okay. That red-head chick is a bitch" I whisper back. This time, he chuckles.

"Yeah she kind of is. That's Lydia by the way" he says. Lydia huh? I'll keep that in mind...

"Okay. So, what's your name? Or are you gonna make me call you Brown Eyes?" Like I have been... That last part I don't say. He smiles at me.

"I'm Scott McCall. What's your name?" he answers. Scott? Huh, I've always liked that name. I had also liked the name Jackson but I was starting to not like it.

"I'm Cassie Madison" I whisper back, shaking his hand under the table. His brown eyes seem to sparkle.

"Cassie...that's a nice name. Is it short for anything?" he asks.

"I think it's short for Cassandra, because that's where the name comes from but I don't know because I was never told" I say. He nods.

"Shut up! This is detention! No talking!" Harris shouts without looking up. I sigh.

I start to laugh, walking down the halls and towards the front door to the school. Scott had just explained why his best friend's name was Stiles. Harris had finally let us out of detention. It had only been a half hour, thank god. But also thank god, we weren't the only one's still at school. We had ended up passing notes to each other because we still wanted to talk. Harris had thankfully not caught us.

"You're kidding? That's his real name?" I ask. Scott chuckles.

"Nope, I'm not kidding" he answers.

"Wow" I say. We walk through the doors and we keep walking until we get to the bike rack. Scott starts to unlock a bike. He didn't have a car...

"Hey, if you want, I can give you a ride. You can put your bike in the back of my car." I say. Scott looks up at me.

"You got a car?" he asks in slight disbelief. I point to a car across the lot and his jaw drops.

"Yes I have a car" I say. I am currently pointing at a Black 1967 Chevrolet Camaro.

"That's your car?" he asks. I nod. He smiles as he starts to pick up his bike when all of a sudden, a guy with very short light brown hair and brown eyes who seems very hyper starts yelling at Scott.

"Scott! Scott wait!" he shouts. He catches up to Scott and I. "Scott, wait, I need to speak with you about-" he cuts off when he notices I am standing there. "Hello. I'm Stiles. Who are you?"

"Oh. I'm sorry. I'm Cassie Madison. It's nice to meet you Stiles" I say, holding out my hand. He shakes it, smiling at me, then he frowns slightly.

"Um...you wouldn't mind if I talked to him alone, would you?"

"No of course not. Scott, when your done, if you still want that ride, I'll be waiting in the car" I say. I can take a hint. I walk over to my car and get in. I sit there for about five minutes before I look back at Scott and Stiles. Scott seems to be yelling at Stiles. And he also seems to be really mad. Scott then storms off, heading for my car, leaving Stiles calling after him. He puts his bike in the trunk of my car, closes it, then gets into the passenger side door.

We don't speak the entire ride home except when Scott tells me which turn to take. After about twenty minutes of driving, I pull up to a house and Scott gets out.

"So, you're going to text me later, right? After you get back from your run?" Scott asks. I smile and nod.

"Yes. I will text you after I get back from my run Scott" I say and he smiles and nods as well.

"Okay. See you later then, I guess" he says then turns and walks into his house. I pull out of the drive way and head to my house.

I'm running through the forest, since walking got a little boring after about three minutes. From what I knew, I had been in the forest for about a half hour to an hour. And suddenly I get the feeling I'm being watched, and stop running. I look around, confused and wary. I begin to walk while looking around when suddenly, someone is standing in front of me. I jump and scream then-me being the totally coordinated person I am-slip. But before I can hit the ground, the person in front of me reaches out and catches my arm, steadying me. I look up into green eyes, blazing with hate and surprise. The man in front of me is wearing all black, from head to toe because even his spiky hair is black. He has a black t-shirt on with a black leather jacket over it, black jeans and black boots. He stares into my eyes and freezes, then he shakes his head. Right before he does I swear I see his eyes flash blue.

"What are you doing here?" he asks, his voice and eyes hard. I stare at him surprised.

"I'm sorry. I was just taking a run...I guess I just-" I begin to say but am cut off.

"This is private property. Go before I call the cops" he says. He begins to walk away. My expression goes from apologetic to angry within a second.

"Hey!" he turns back around. "I was just running. I'm sorry if I got onto your property but you don't have to be a complete dick about it! If you want me gone, fine but you need to learn some manners!" I turn on my heel and begin to walk away myself, filled with anger. What the hell was his problem? I didn't know this was private property...Hell I didn't know it was anyone's property.

"Wait! I'm sorry! That was rude of me" the man says, making me stop and turn around. I jump when I find he is right behind me.

"Yes it was. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be going home" I say. He grabs my hand before I can walk away and his touch sends a tingle up my spine.

"Wait...you didn't tell me your name" he says, looking as if he wants to smile. I answer without thinking.

"My name's Cassie Madison. What's yours?" I say, surprised at myself for answering.

"Derek Hale...I'll let you go now" he says, letting go of my hand. As soon as he let's go, the tingling stops and I frown in confusion.

"Okay...bye" I say, turning around and walking away.

When I get home, I go up to my room and close my door. I turn on my stereo and the song "No One" by Aly And AJ is playing. I smile. I close my eyes as I start to sing along to the lyrics and dance in my room. Maybe living here won't be such a bad thing...