I got some good feedback on this already so I'm gonna work on it some more. I'm not sure how long this chapter might be but I'm guessing really long cause I wanna wrap up the rest of episode one and last time the first five minutes took up quite a bit of pages. So here I go hope you like it!

Scott had just arrived at school with his bike. Since Stiles was on major lock down for as his dad put it 'invading privacy, and endangering himself.' Yeah cause the two of them didn't laugh about that twenty minutes later.

He hopped off of his bike and started to chain it up when a silver Porsche pulled up into the parking spot next to him. The driver threw the door open and ended up smacking Scott in the ass with the door. Scott looked back to see none other than Jackson Whitmore getting out of the car. As Scott stared in wide eyes shock of the jerk he walks over and gets right in his face.

"Dude watch the paint job."

Are the only words out of Jackson's mouth. Then he gets called away by someone and leaves Scott standing there in more shock then before he had opened his mouth.

Once he regained his composure, or what little he had left of it, Scott glared after the jock. With one tick of his finger the taller teen across the school tripped and nearly took his friends down with him. Scott laughed a little to himself and then headed to the front of the school to find Stiles.

"Okay so let's see it."

Stiles said as he motioned to Scott's hip. Without really caring Scott pulled his shirt up to show the now bandaged wound. Stiles hissed in sympathy as he held his hand up to the bloody area showing through the bandage.

"Whoa!"

Scott said as Stiles hand touched it lightly.

"It was too dark to see but I'm pretty sure it was a wolf."

Scott had pulled his shirt down and swing his backpack onto one of his shoulders as they headed into the school.

"A wolf bit you?"

Stiles asked almost sarcastically.

"I could hear a wolf howling"

Scott pointed out.

"No you didn't."

"What do you mean no I didn't? How do you know what I heard?"

"Because California doesn't there hasn't been wolves in California for like sixty years."

Stiles insisted.

"Really?"

Scott asked unbelievingly.

"Yes really."

"Well if you don't believe me about the wolf you're definitely not going to believe me when I tell you I found the body."

"Are you kidding me?"

Stiles was so excited he nearly jumped at Scott for answers.

"No I wish. I'm gonna have nightmares for a month."

Stiles laughed as Scott looked a cross between miserable and amused at his friend.

"That is freaking awesome. I mean this is seriously going to be the best thing that's happened to this town-"

Stiles changed what he was about to say as a girl with red hair walked by.

"Since the birth of Lydia Martin."

She blew right past the two of them.

"Hey Lydia you look, like you're gonna ignore me."

He didn't bother hiding his offended feelings. He whipped around to halfheartedly galre at Scott.

"You're the cause of this you know!"

Scott smiled on the verge of laughing.

"Uh huh."

"Dragging me down to your nerd level."

"Uh huh."

"I'm a nerd by association. I've been scarlet nerded by you."

As the teacher in first period wrapped up his announcement about the body Scott and Stiles already knew about. A phone went off, so loudly it made Scott flinch. He looked around for the poor bastard who was about to get phone jacked by the teacher but saw no one. Then he glanced out the window.

"Mom three calls on my first day is a little over doing it."

It was a voice like none Scott had ever heard, and it was coming from a dark haired girl sitting outside the window. And not close to it at that. While Scott was freaked he could even hear her, he was too distracted by her, herself to do anything but ease drop on her conversation.

"Everything except a pen. Oh my god I didn't actually forget a pen."

She whined to her mom.

"Okay, okay I gotta go. Love ya."

She hung up. An administrator walked over to her and they began talking about her moving and Beacon Hills. Ad Scott followed them with his ears the whole time. All the way to outside of the classroom he was currently in.

When the door opened Scott thought his heart might fall into his stomach. She not only had an amazing voice but she was beautiful as well. He almost missed the man introducing her.

"Class this is our new student Allison Argent. Please do your best to make her feel welcome."

As she walked past Scott to the seat behind him he reached to the front of his desk and picked up his pen. Then silently offered it to her.

She smiled.

"Thanks."

Scott thought his heart stopped. He felt like some horrible sappy movie but there was no other way to describe it. This was definitely love at first sight. All he could do was smile stupidly to himself as he turned around.

After class he saw her across the hall at her locker and smiled as she caught his eyes. She smiled back, and then Lydia Martin walked over to her. They started talking and then Jackson walked over and embraced Lydia. Stiles and one of his many friends were saying something about beautiful people, and herding but he wasn't really listening to them. He was too busy watching Allison talk and laugh.

Then he caught the word 'Party.'

"A Party?"

Allison asked.

"Yeah this Friday night you should come."

Jackson offered up. Scott tuned in on their conversation with his new found hearing skills.

"Oh I can't it's family night this Friday."

Was Allison's excuse.

"Thanks for asking."

"You sure? Everyone's going after the skirmish."

Jackson was being pretty damn persistent. But Scott was too caught up in Allison to really care about the jock.

"You mean like football?"

The jock was nearly insulted.

"Footballs a joke are you kidding. The best sport out here is lacrosse. We've won state championship for the last three years."

Lydia was messing with Jackson's hair and he didn't really seem to mind either.

"Because of a certain team caption."

She gloated about her boyfriend.

"Well we have practice in a few minutes that is if you don't have anything else-"

"Well I was gonna-"

Allison had cut Jackson off but was cut off in return by Lydia.

"Perfect you're coming."

She grabbed the new girl by the wrist and dragged her along behind herself and Jackson. Scott couldn't help but think Allison never stood chance.

As he and Stiles ran out to the field, late as usual since for some odd reason neither of them had any sense of time.

"But if you're out playing in the field who am I supposed to talk to on the bench?"

Stiles whined as he listened to his friends plan.

"Are you relly going to do that to your best friend?"

He questioned. Scott threw his stuff down as he headed to the field.

"I can't sit out again. My whole life has been me sitting on the sidelines. This season I make first line."

Scott declared. As if Stiles hadn't heard that one before. As Scott left Stiles he saw Allison and Lydia up on the bleachers. He smiled, weather to them or himself he wasn't sure.

"McCall!"

He tossed the larger lacrosse stick at the dark haired teen.

"You're on goalie today."

He demanded. Scott was shocked and not really sure what to do.

"I've never played."

He pointed out confusedly. The coach looked smug.

"I know. Scoring some points will give them a confidence boost. First day back get them energized, fire them up."

"What about me?"

Scott asked almost afraid of the answer.

"Try not to take any to the face."

Yup he didn't want to know. The coach smacked him lightly on the face and walked off to yell at the other players. Leaving Scott to digest what he had just been set up to do.

He overheard Lydia and Allison talking about him and was thrown into a ear splitting freak out when the ref blew the whistle. The first ball that came flying towards him as he freaked, hit him in the face. Knocking him on his ass.

It was moments like these that he wanted to cheat and use his powers. But he thought better of it as he climbed to his feet and the next person set up to serve the ball at him.

As the ball flew past him his eyes followed it easily like always, but surprisingly his body moved as well. He caught the ball. Nearly shocked, he and Stiles laughed at the surprise of him actually stopping the ball. Stiles even cheered a little from the bench. He was doing great. So good, even without his powers, which was definitely a surprise that he really should have guessed Jackson would step up. Jackson had to be the best at everything and Scott being good at something was like an insult to his perfectness.

Well that's how Scott liked to think of it as Jackson got ready to serve the ball.

"Oh God."

Scott said to himself as Jackson charged at him. The serve was awesome and the catch Scott made, even better. Everyone was cheering and Scott just looked down at the ball he had caught and smiled.

Later on in the car with Stiles his friend asked the one question he had been wondering about himself.

"So how much did you use during that little stunt at practice?"

Scott shook his head.

"That's just it I didn't man."

Stiles gave him this look like he definitely didn't believe him. And truthfully Scott wasn't sure he believed himself either.

"Maybe I used without knowing."

He offered up. Stiles was silent as he thought it over.

"That's never happened to one of us."

Stiles finally added. Scott sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He still felt amazing after what he had done. It was nearly the same rush as using his powers but with something else. There was a feeling of accomplishment.

"No. I know for sure I didn't use."

It was said with such finality that Stiles nodded in agreement.

"It would be too weird to think we had that little control over ourselves."

Scott nodded in agreement.

"Besides you know I would never do that."

Stiles laughed.

"Yeah and end up dead from lung failure. I don't think you want to be on first line that badly, do you?"

Scott laughed along.

"Not anytime soon. No I don't think I want to end up looking like a fish out of water."

He made a dead fish face and Stiles laughed harder.

As they trekked through the woods the topic was broached yet again.

"I don't know what it was. It was like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball. And that's not the only weird thing. I hear stuff I shouldn't be able to hear, and smell things."

"Smell things like what?"

Stiles asked with a smug smirk on his face. Scott made a face like he was trying to smell something before he said anything.

"Like the mint gum in your pocket."

Stiles paused in walking, and so did Scott, as he rummaged through said pocket.

"I don't even have any gum…"

Stiles trailed off as he pulled a nearly melted piece of, probably ancient gum from his pocket. Scott threw his arms out as he started to walk away. Stiles put the gum back. Never know when he might need that. And followed after Scott.

"So all this started with the bite."

Stiles pointed out.

"Well what if it's like an infection and my bodies flooding with adrenaline before I go into shock or something?"

Scott asked in an almost panic.

"You know what I think I actually have heard of this. It's a specific kind of infection."

Scott was so freaked out by Stiles' words he stopped walking and turned around to face his friend.

"Are you serious?"

He asked more than a little freaked out now.

"Yeah I think it's called Lycanthropy."

"What is that? Is it bad?"

"Oh yeah it's the worst. But only once a month."

"Once a month?"

Scott questioned, he was starting the question the legitness of Stiles at this point.

"Mm hm. On the night of the full moon."

Stiles mock howled, and Scott shoved him as Stiles began to laugh.

"Hey you're the one who heard a wolf howling."

Stiles said in his defense.

"There could be something seriously wrong with me."

Scott argued.

"I know you're a werewolf!"

Stiles yelled at him mockingly and growled for effect.

"Okay obviously I'm kidding. But if you see me in shop class trying to melt all the silver I can find it's probably because Friday's a full moon."

Scott rolled his eyes and stopped where he was as he looked around.

"I could have sworn this was where I saw the body. The deer came running, I dropped my inhaler."

Scott crouched down and shuffled some of the leaves around looking for said object. Stiles stayed standing and patted his thigh.

"Maybe the killer moved the body."

Scott paused in his looking as he looked up at Stiles.

"If he did I hope he left my inhaler. Those things are usually like eighty bucks."

Stiles looked around and smacked Scott when he saw someone staring at them, in a so not creepy way. Okay yeah it was creepy, and it scared the crap out of him. Scott stood up to stand next to Stiles as the man moved closer to them.

"What are you doing here?"

He questioned instantly. Stiles rubbed the short hair on his head, as Scott stayed quiet.

"This is private property."

The guy pointed out.

"Oh sorry man we didn't know."

Stiles instantly wanted to make sure he covered them legally in case the jerk called the cops, aka his dad on them.

"Yeah we were just looking for something but forget it."

Scott was getting a weird feeling from the guy. That's when he pulled a hand out of his pocket and tossed something at him. Scott caught it mostly on instinct and little on actually thinking about catching it. He looked down at his hand to see an all too familiar blue inhaler. Without another word the man turned around and walked away.

"Alright come on I gotta get to work."

Scott started to head back in the direction they came when Stiles stopped him.

"Dude that was Derek Hale! You remember right he's only like a few years older than us."

"Remember what?"

Scott asked surprised Stiles even knew who they had been talking to.

"His family. They all burned to death in a fire like ten years ago."

They looked in the direction he had left in.

"Wonder what he's doing back?"

Scott mused out loud. Stiles scoffed.

"Come on."

And with that they left.

Okay so it's been two hours and that's like nine pages so I think I'll stop there for today. I hope to work on it some more later but it's nearly two and sleep is needed for the fanfic writer. So leave a review or don't I just hope you liked it.