Well, I suppose I couldn't do any worse at this point. I can't believe my legal name was still on my file. It was supposed to have already been taken care of. Ugh. I'd change it when I turned 18 anyway. Why Mom decided giving me her great, great grandmothers name was beyond me. It was so out of style and easily mispronounced. The people here seemed friendly enough. Not sure what was up with the teacher though, he seemed a little off his rocker. I glanced at the students filling the room. I wondered who might be the one I was looking for. I was lucky to have been able to skip a grade earlier in high school. Which meant I'd share a class with him. Before I got here I hacked the computer system and saw he took this class. I told the school counselor I needed to take this economics class because everything else messed up my schedule. Somehow it all worked out in the end. I thought back to the flight here and the drive from LA to Beacon Hills. With the money mom had left me in her Will I could buy a car, but I couldn't legally drive it yet. Soon enough, I'd be able to buy and drive it. I hoped this day would go by quickly, school really wasn't my thing and I had to find this guy and explain everything. I rubbed my temples trying not to mentally freak out. Would he thing I was crazy? Would he understand? I couldn't think about these things right now, most likely I'd talk myself out of talking to him. I couldn't do that when I'd traveled all this way.

"Stilinski!" The teacher yelled. "You want to inform me on last nights assignment?"

The class snickered while looking at a kid a few desks over which hid my gasp and wide eyes. I watched as he tapped his foot on the ground almost as if he was wound up and itching to get out of here.

"No, not really." He half grinned.

"Oh, I see, too busy for my class?" The teacher cocked his head.

"Uh, yeah, sounds about right."

"Unbelievable," he put his face in his palm clearly irritated.

"Anyone want to help Stilinski out here?"

A few students raised their hands, the teacher, who I realized was Coach Finstock after checking my schedule hopped on the top of his desk and sat there playing with a stress ball.

"Greenberg put your hand down."

I looked over to where the Stilinski kid sat. He was who I was looking for. I had to find him after class. If I was going to get anywhere with this plan I had to get him to meet me after school somewhere to talk. I tapped my foot anxiously and looked to the one sitting to his right. Dark haired, brown eyed boy. He must be his best friend by the way they were interacting. I hope I wouldn't flip their lives around entierly after today. I knew that feeling, and it was no where near pleasant.

The bell interrupted an interesting end to the class to say the least. Coach had gotten pretty off topic and had decided to discuss the time he vacationed in Alaska and drank too much which lead to him getting pretty creative in a game of truth or dare. Lets just say the details are better left unsaid at this point. The classroom immediately scattered to the door and I struggled to keep my eye on Stiles. I followed him through a chaos of students to where he stopped in front of his locker. It was now or never. I decided to just wing it at this point.

"Stiles!" I yelled over the sea of students.

He looked confused and spun around with a twizzler in his mouth.

"Huh?" He struggled with the candy and looked at me. "Oh, new girl, hey."

"Ashlee."

"Right, right, my bad, what's up you need something?"

I laughed nervously. Now or never, no backing down remember?

"Uh yeah, I was hoping I could talk to you? After class maybe?"

Stiles shifted his weight and leaned up against the locker.

"Uh.. yeah?" He folded his arms against his chest. "I have lacrosse practice but after that I'm free."

So not the response I wanted, but I'd take what I could get at this point.

"Sure, I'll meet you there."

"Okay?" He shrugged opening his locker and grabbing some books.

I smiled nervously not knowing what to say next.

"Uh, okay, see you then." Stiles grabbed another twizzler and bounded away. I watched him run after the brown eyed boy from earlier. I guess I could wait another couple hours right?

"Maybe she's into you?" Scott had that stupid grin on his face.

"Yeah, right." I grabbed my cleats from my locker. "She's probably just trying to be friendly."

"Or she wants to make out with your face."

"Shut up lover boy before I smite you."

Scott cocked his head. "I'd like to see you try."

"Haha, right." I deadpanned. "You cheat."

"Right..." Scott rolled his eyes. "Just because I have other..." his voice lowered. "...abilities doesn't mean I cheat."

"Whatever wolf boy, come on we gotta get to the field."

Scott grumbled a little but followed me out to the field. I couldn't help myself, the wolf jokes were just too good. I had to be a little careful though, wouldn't want to make him too mad. That might just ruin everything. I thought about my weird encounter with the new girl earlier. I somehow doubted it was because she was into me or something like that. It seemed important. I pushed it away though, I had to deal with lacrosse now even if that meant I was sitting on the bench again watching Scott have all the glory. I wasn't jealous, well maybe a little. But I was happy for him, things in his life were improving, even if that meant a small bit of a downside of being a werewolf. Though, I'm not quite sure I see it as a downside, I know Scott does. All I could do at this point was help him through it.

"Stilinski!" Coach yelled. "Get your head out of your ass and on the field!"

"Coach?"

"Yeah, I know, you're usually on the bench for practice, but Greenberg is out sick, miserable kid, so you're in so we have enough players to practice."

"I'm in?!"

"You're in."

"I'M IN!"

"Oh for the love of crap, it's practice Stilinski not the Olympics!"

"Haha, yeah, sorry." I grinned, pleased with myself.

"...ON THE FIELD STILINSKI!"

I took off to the field excited for even this small chance. It might not be a game, but I'd get there eventually. I went through the normal runs of practice, we had one on one shots with the goalie, runs down the field and eventually a practice game. The game went okay, I was on Scott's side so we did pretty well. After exhausting ourselves, or rather, after I exhausted myself and Scott was perfectly fine because he could go on for days, Coach called it a night and we grabbed our stuff. I looked to the bleachers and all around the field but I didn't find the new girl. Huh, I thought to myself. She must have gone home. I ran for the showers but a hand grabbed me and pulled me off to the side.

"Woah, what the hell?"

"Relax, it's me."

"New girl?"

"Ugh, it's Ashlee."

"Right, sorry, what's up?"

"We need to talk."

"Well jeeze, no girl says that without there being something terrible to say."

"You're not helping."

"Sorry."

"Stiles, can we go somewhere and talk?"

"Yeah, let me just put away my stuff give me five minutes."

I walked back to my locker and threw my gear in it and quickly changed into my regular clothes. I walked back to find her in relatively the same spot, but I swear she was sucking on a lemon or something.

"Hey, you okay?"

"Yeah," I swore she brushed away a tear. "Come on lets go for a walk."

I shrugged. "Okay."

I followed pace and it took her a while to even start talking. This was beginning to worry me more then before. She stopped abruptly which caused me to veer back and nearly trip over my own feet.

"Well, I guess I just wanted to explain a few things."

"Okay." This was quickly becoming my only word for the moment.

"I used to live in Boston with my mother, after she died I read her Will which to be honest with you wasn't exactly what I expected, she left me a letter inside it."

"Oh," I frowned. "I lost my mother too."

"I know."

"What?"

"Let me explain."

I nodded, eager to hear what she had to say.

"The mother that I knew, that has raised me since before I can remember wasn't my mother. I was adopted, or so her letter read. She told me that before she came to Boston she used to live here, in California."

"Really? That's interesting."

"Yeah, but she detailed my real mother."

"Someone I know?"

"Your mother."

"Uh, haha what?"

"We have the same mother Stiles."

"You're funny, really hilarious." I crossed my arms over my chest about two seconds from walking away.

"I'm not making this up."

"Yeah, you are." I fumed. "I don't know if this is some desperate attempt to fit in or not, but this is garbage. You're talking about my mom here okay? My mother. This is no way to start a friendship, you can't just play with people like this."

"Stiles." She reached out to touch my hand but I recoiled.

"Don't touch me, you're crazy."

"Stiles, her name was Sarah wasn't it?"

I froze. How did she know that? I shrugged it off, she could have found that anywhere.

"So what if it is?"

"Would you just take a second and listen to me? I'm not some psycho trying to tell you I'm related to you, I'm trying to be gentle, I know this is a tough subject."

"Then drop it."

"There are things you need to know."

"Yeah, well maybe I don't want to hear them right now." I kicked a stone sending it flying down the street. I was so ready to just take off at this point, but part of me wanted to stay.

"You're mom kept a few secrets."

"Okay, enough, this is enough." I scrubbed my hands through my hair. "I'm done here okay? You need to stay away from me. I don't care what you've cooked up in your head about my mom and you possibly being my sister. This is too insane to talk about, I'm out of here." I started walking fast paced away from her. I couldn't handle this right now. My mom possibly had another kid and never failed to mention it to my dad or me? How the heck could you hide something like that?! No, I was not buying into this scheme, she was clearly insane.

"STILES!" I heard her shout and fast falling footsteps. She caught up to me quickly. I wiped away the tears that had fallen down my face and continued to walk. She grabbed my hand which caught me off guard.

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" I screamed.

We both stood in awe as we watched the streetlights on the entire street went out suddenly. The sound of broken glass cut through the night.

"What the hell?!"

"This is what I was trying to explain."