Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf, its plot line, or any of its characters. Just Amelia.

Chapter 2

Obviously, Beacon Hills High School's greatest pride was it's lacrosse team.

I could tell from the moment I stepped outside, and saw the field. It was probably the most well-maintained part of the school. It probably should of worried me that my new school seemed to care more about it's athletics department than the actual education, but the field was really to perfect for me to notice.

The grass was lush and green. It wasn't like most lacrosse fields, where the grass had dry, dirt patches. Oh, no. The grass on the Beacon Hills High lacrosse field was so well-maintained, you would think the landscaper for the White House had grown the grass. The lines were bright white, and completely straight. Not even the slightest swerve. Completely straight. And the field was on even ground. No hills, no bumps. Absolutely flat. It was unbelievable. Mind-blowing, actually.

Now, if only the bleachers were the same story. Lydia had swooped in like a hawk, and led us to the filthy seating arrangement. They were silver metal, with the paint chipping. There was mud and who knows what else caking on top of it, and at least ten different flavors of chewed up gum stuck to the underneath.

Lydia had noticed my look of distaste when I'd seen the bleachers. She scrunched up her nose, and solemnly nodded at me in agreement. "I know it's not the best," she sighed. But then her face brightened. "But it's worth it when you get to see Jackson play! C'mon!" She squealed like a five year old. Allison gave me a frightened glance, but I just laughed in reply. I thought Lydia was really nice.

Allison and I followed Lydia to our seats. They were in the second row. Lydia had insisted. When I asked why, she had rolled her eyes and explained in exasperation that the second row was the best, because you're close enough for you to see everything, but not too close so that the players' sweat sprays up on you. I had just went with it.

I hastily brushed off my seat, and sat down in between Lydia and Allison. Just as we had sat down, they players had started. There was a long line of fit lacrosse players with their sticks in hand, waiting to score on the poor soul who was chosen to be the goalie. My eyes widened as the coach chose the goalie. It was the boy from chemistry. The one who had given Allison the pen. My stomach lurched. I liked that kid. And now he was gonna get pounded by the endless line of jocks. I took a sharp intake of breath as the first player in line scooped up the ball with his stick. He ran closer to the goal, cradling the ball. He flung the ball, hard. It flew, and hit the poor boy right in the head. He stumbled backwards, and fell into the goal.

"Ouch," Allison winced. Lydia nodded in agreement. I leaned towards her, and asked quietly, "These are tryouts, right?" Lydia quickly nodded.

"Coach Finstock just chooses who plays on first line, and then all the leftovers basically sit on the bench just in case there's an injury. Everyone's required to try out each year, but you basically know who's gonna make the team," Lydia's eyes shone, and I smiled. No matter how intimidating she could be, I really liked her. I wanted to be her friend. "I mean, obviously Jackson's gonna make it. He's the captain. And Danny's gonna make it too. He's the real goalie, and Jackson's best friend. Dylan Peters might make it…" Lydia droned on and on about who was going to make it and who wasn't, but I eventually just started watching the tryouts.

A player had just scooped up the ball, and started running towards the goal. He swung back and shot, the ball heading towards the far corner of the goal. I winced, feeling bad for the goalie. But then something happened.

A loud cheer erupted from the crowd. Allison had stood up, and was clapping and whooping. Lydia and I exchanged confused glances, then looked at the field. My eyes widened when I saw the goalie, with the ball in his snug in his stick. He looked surprised, too. My face broke out into a grin, and I also stood up. I cheered for him, and Lydia did as well.

"Who, is that?" Lydia asked with an impressed expression. I smirked at Allison, and turned back to Lydia.

"Allison met him in chemistry, if you know what I mean," I said devilishly, waggling my eyebrows. Lydia let out an amused snort, and Allison glared at me, red faced. "Amelia!" I just smirked at her and shrugged.

"I don't even know his name!" Allison exclaimed. Lydia tilted her head in consideration. "Well…" she trailed off, narrowing her eyes at the newfound talent on the field, "I intend to find out."

I hated math.

It was that simple. I hated it.

It wasn't necessarily because it was too difficult, per say. I just really didn't enjoy it. I thought it was tedious and unnecessary. Sure, teachers drone on and on about how this and that will come handy later in life. But will I really need to know how to find the square root of a repeating decimal in the future? I don't think so.

But I still had to waste my time with it. So here I was, studying math. On the first day of school. This is what I get for wanting to make my Aunt and Uncle proud. Allison had nagged me over and over that I didn't have to study, and I could just go shopping with her instead, but I'd insisted. I had made a vow to myself at the beginning of the summer that during my new school year, I would be a better student.

That good person crap lasted for about ten minutes. I had had enough of studying on the first day. I'm not a bad person, but being that responsible was just too much for me.

So I had gotten up off my bed, pulled on some running tights and a fitted t-shirt, and grabbed my iPod. I called out a goodbye to Aunt Victoria, letting her know I was going for a run.

I ran to the woods. I always ran when I didn't know what to do with myself. I loved running, it cleared my head, and let me forget about everything that's going on. I blasted music through my earbuds, and ran through the forest. I loved the smell of the trees, and the wind blowing through my hair.

I was enjoying myself profoundly. And then I felt a chill down my spine. I stopped running, and pulled out my earbuds. I nervously looked around me. I felt someone watching me.

There was nobody around as far as I could see. The forest was completely normal. Birds were still chirping, no out of place twig cracks. So I turned around to start running. And then I saw him.

He was tall. That was the first thing I noticed. I had to crane my neck to look him in the eyes. His eyes, were a forest green, tinged with brown. Almost a hazel. But his face was pulled into a scowl. He was in all black, with a leather jacket and everything. He was muscular, and had raven black hair that you would just wanted to run your hand through. I gulped. He was attractive. No, he was sexy.

"What are you doing here?" He growled. I looked around, and furrowed my eyebrows. This was the woods. Did he own the woods? Obviously not.

"Is this private property?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest. Sure, he was intimidating. But I couldn't let him know that.

"You didn't answer my question," he said sharply. I rolled my eyes.

"I was going for a run. Now answer my question." He did what I least expected him to do. He looked amused. As if he found it funny that I was throwing out orders.

"Actually, yes. This is private property," he said lightly. My face fell.

"Oh, sorry." The man just shrugged. He looked at me closely and replied.

"Just don't trespass again, and I'll let you go." The way he said it didn't scare me. It actually sounded like he was teasing me. I commented before I could stop myself.

"What if I want to come back? What are you gonna do? Keep me captive?" The man eyed me. I expected him to snap at me, or just plain out yell. But instead, he asked me a question.

"What's your name?" I smirked at him.

"Tell me your name, first." He let out an exasperated sigh, but still replied.

"Derek. Now tell me yours." I looked at Derek closely. Should I really tell him my name? I mean, he kinda looks like a stalker. I decided to anyway. I would just give him my first, just in case.

"Amelia." Derek nodded. He took one more step towards me. "Well, Amelia. You're gonna have to leave, or I might just have to keep you captive." I grinned. So he had a sense of humor. I opened my mouth to reply, but stopped when I saw Derek's eyes shift to something behind me. I quickly turned around to see what he was looking at. I turned back around when I saw nothing. "What are you looking-" I stopped when I had fully turned back around.

I was talking to no one. Derek was gone.

Chapter 2 is on! I'll try to post Chapter 3 as soon as possible!