Natalia sat in her first class of the day, the only interesting part being when the teacher mentioned a dead body in the woods. The class was going through the syllabus that outlined the semester. At least, they were supposed to be, most kids were playing on their phones under the desks. Natalia fidgeted with her pencil, spinning it between her knuckles.

Natalia looked out the window next to her. She had arrived in Beacon Hills a couple months ago, because when she was alive the first time she always wanted to see California. Natalia's lips flickered up in a soft smile. Twelve months since the little girl from Kansas died.

Now she was in Beacon Hills, nice, normal, borderline suburban Beacon Hills. She hadn't managed to get a place to stay per se, but Natalia had managed to get a job at a clothing store. It wasn't much, but it was something. As for where she was staying, Natalia figured she would work something out eventually. There were some really cheap apartments by where she was going to be working, but she still would have to save up for several months.

Natalia's pencil flew out of her grasp and onto the floor next to the floppy haired boy's desk. Natalia sighed quietly before sliding out of her desk slightly to grab the pencil. She so happened to reach for it just as the boy did and their hands brushed accidentally. An electric shock went up her arms as she made contact with the boy. She looked up at his face as their hands brushed. Her eyes burned gold and the boy's eyes flashed yellow, and Natalia retracted her hand quickly. The boy blinked his eyes several times before shaking his head and picking up her pencil. She took it from him careful to not let their skin touch. The boy seemed to shake off the odd encounter as he returned his attention to the syllabus.

Natalia's thoughts were racing a mile a minute. One of the first thoughts being along the lines of 'fuck'. She had heard about this from another angel in purgatory. People who's eyes glowed colors and their speed and strength equaled that of an angel's. Most kids heard of them in movies and books, but they were always believed to be myth. Werewolves. Hell, Natalia had thought the same way, but she had found out in purgatory that angels aren't nearly the only supernatural beings on the planet.

It was unlikely that he knew what she was though. Almost no one knew of the true nature of angels. After all they weren't supposed to be seen by the living.

Okay, so there is a werewolf in Beacon Hills, Natalia thought to herself, I'll just avoid him. Natalia supposed she could move out of Beacon Hills, but it took her three months to get here and another one to get settled. She wasn't leaving, because of one little supernatural bump in her plans to be a normal teen. She hadn't even used any of her powers since coming back to life. Well, besides when she had to persuade the principal that she had all the necessary paperwork to go to highschool.

The bell rang startling Natalia out of her thoughts. Almost creepily in sync, the entire class started to get up and walk out the door and into the halls. Natalia was the last one out of the classroom. She felt her heart pound in her chest as she faced the overcrowded hallways. She had never been one for the cramped journey between classes. Natalia watched from her lockers for a moment as the sea of students slowly made their way to their respective classrooms. Grabbing her biology textbook, Natalia quickly closed her locker and started her way towards science.

She entered the well lit classroom behind two particularly slow moving students. She let out a slow breath through her nose as she examined the classroom. The class was set up with three rows of tables that sat two people on one side. There were several tables with only one person at them so far, but Natalia's eyes were drawn to the one in back row. A girl with rather wild blonde hair sat with her head down and her hands in her lap. For a second, Natalia could see herself in that exact same position over a year ago.

Natalia walked to the back row and approached the girl sitting at the table, who had yet to look up. Natalia cleared her throat a little and asked the girl, "Um, is anyone sitting here?"

The girl's head snapped up in and she stared at Natalia almost like a fish out of water. Natalia found her deer in the headlights look really adorable and offered a small smile. The girl stuttered, "No, no it's free."

Natalia felt her mouth stretch into an even wider involuntary smile as she put down her bag. She settled into the seat and noted how the girl seemed more anxious than quiet now. Natalia turned to her and said, "My name is Natalia."

The girl regained that deer in the headlights look for a moment as she stammered, "Erica, my name is Erica."

"Erica," Natalia said slowly as she smiled at the girl in front of her, "I like it. So, Erica have you lived in Beacon Hills long?"

"All my life," Erica replied as she slowly lost her deer in the headlights look.

Natalia took in her pretty features as she steeled her nerves. She had never been good at the whole 'let's be friends' thing. When she was alive the first time, Natalia had been the the definition of reserved. Though she was trying to be a little more outgoing now that she had the chance. Natalia smiled and said, "I just moved here from Kansas, so I don't know much about the town."

Erica fidgeted in her seat for a moment and Natalia felt a sinking feeling in her stomach. She had been hoping that Erica would at least respond.

"There's not much to do here outside of lacrosse games."

Natalia perked back up as she looked at Erica whom was looking at Natalia out of the corner of her eyes. Natalia scrunched up her nose a little in thought. She asked, "Lacrosse? What about football or baseball?"

Natalia could see some of the tension leave Erica's body. Erica chuckled, "They're kind of a joke. We've won the lacrosse championship for years."

"I guess, I'm not in Kansas anymore, huh?" Natalia said with a slight smirk.

Erica giggled a little and Natalia decided right then that it was one of her favorite sounds. A bright, timid smile stretched across Erica's lips just as the teacher entered the classroom.

Natalia looked around the classroom just as the bell rang. She noticed that in the left front row sat the werewolf and the other new girl, Allison, sat two rows ahead of her. Mere seconds after the bell rang a girl walked in and Natalia was momentarily dumbfounded. Her long strawberry blonde locks- curled almost perfectly- flowed behind her as she marched into the classroom like a goddamn model. There was something unearthly and vaguely terrifying about her demeanor. She sat in a seat one row ahead and to the left of Natalia and Erica. She expelled confidence and deadly grace. For a moment, Natalia was transported back to freshmen year when she was way too awkward and clumsy in her long limbs. Constantly afraid one of the popular girls would come near her and secretly hoping they would at the same time.

Upon further inspection, Natalia noted she wasn't the only one staring at the girl. She leaned over to Erica and whispered into her ear, "Who is the queen bee?"

Erica who had been focused on the syllabus that the teacher had passed out flinched at the sudden warm breath on her ear. She blinked hard a couple times before following Natalia's line of sight. Erica sighed a little as she pulled at the fabric of her grey sweatshirt. She answered in a hushed whisper, "Her name is Lydia Martin."

Erica noticed Natalia's awed expression and had to stifle a laugh. Natalia's eyes were wide and her jaw hung slightly open. Natalia stuttered, "Is she, does she, ya know..." Natalia wiggled her eyebrows and pointed at herself, "Swing my way."

Erica had to bite her lip to keep herself from bursting out laughing. Erica put a hand on Natalia's bicep and said, "I don't know, but she is dating Jackson Whitmore, who is the Lacrosse captain."

"Well, damn," Natalia murmured. Erica went back to the syllabus with a small smile. It wasn't a minute later that Natalia asked, "What about you, Erica?"

Without looking up, Erica answered, "What about me?"

"Pretty girl like you, do you have a boyfriend, girlfriend, date mate?" Natalia asked playfully. She played with her pencil as she leaned back in her seat.

Erica turned as read as a tomato as she silently gaped at Natalia for a moment. She sputtered out, "Date mate?"

Natalia smiled widely at Erica's red face and replied, "It's gender neutral, but that's not the topic at hand. C'mon Erica, you got a date mate?" Natalia wiggled her eyebrows in an over exaggerated manner and Erica just continued with her red-faced gape.

Just as Erica opened her mouth to speak, a strict voice cut through the class,

"Ms. Rodriguez!"

Natalia snapped to attention and had to bite her tongue to keep the words 'yes ma'am' from coming out. Especially since the teacher was a man. He glared at her from the front of the classroom and all the other students stared at her. She swallowed hard and dug her nails into her thighs underneath the table as she started to feel the stares burn her. The teacher, Mr. Harris, continued drily, "Am I boring you already?"

"No," Natalia said reluctantly as her eyes darted across the classroom again. She briefly lingered on Lydia, whom was watching on with a mildly bored expression.

"Pay attention," Mr. Harris demanded, "I'm not sure how they did things where your from, but I can assure you your not in Kansas anymore."

He turned his back to the class and Natalia dug her nails into her thighs even harder. She wasn't sure why she would say it, but before she could think it through, Natalia called out, "I've already made that joke, sir, but nice try, your build up to the punchline was great."

There were a few scattered snickers across the classroom as Mr. Harris turned back around slowly. He said, "Was that sarcasm, young lady?"

Natalia waved her hands wildly, "No, sir, not sarcasm." Her heart pounded in her chest as her eyes flickered around the class once again. She met Mr. Harris' eyes from the back of the classroom and refused to let the slightest bit of hesitation show. She finished with a smirk tugging at her lips, "It was constructive criticism."

He held her gaze until the quiet laughter of the class died down. He turned back around to the board and after a moment continued to explain the syllabus. Natalia sunk back in her seat, letting a breath out she didn't know she was holding. She looked at Erica from the corner of her eye and caught Erica staring at her. They held each others gaze for a moment, before dissolving into muffled giggles.

"That was great," Erica breathed out as she went back to the syllabus.

-TF-

The final bell of the day rang signaling for everyone to leave. Natalia swung her backpack up onto her shoulder as she walked out of the locker room. She had the misfortune of having P.E. last period in the California heat.

Natalia tossed her skateboard onto the ground with a hard clack. Taking a small running start, she mounted the board and started to glide past students on the side walk. She rode past the lacrosse field just in time to see Wolfy, as she had taken to calling him, drop his equipment in favor of catching the gear thrown at him by the coach.

Out of curiosity, Natalia shifted her weight to the tail of the board. The tail dragged on the cement slowing her to a stop. She watched as Wolfy grudgingly put on the equipment and took position in the goal area. The referee blew the whistle sharply and Natalia winced as she watched the boy flail around clutching his head in pain.

One of the other players ran up and shot the ball at the net while Wolfy was still flailing around. The ball struck him straight in the forehead with a crack that even Natalia could here from far away. Wolfy fell to the ground and stayed there for several moments as a few others jeered at him. He stoostood up and Natalia could see his grip tighten on the stick. After that Wolfy caught every ball that came at him without fail.

Another boy cut to the front of the line of the attackers, using his stick to push back the boy who was supposed to go next. Natalia could see Wolf's shoulders slouch for a moment as the other boy started running forward. The other boy threw the ball so fast, even Natalia had trouble tracking it with her eyes. Wolfy caught it effortlessly, and the audience in the stands erupted in cheers. Natalia smirked as Wolfy gaped at his own lacrosse stick. He seemed to get his senses back, because the next thing he did was fancily throw the ball to the referee over his shoulder. She shook her head at the ground before looking back up. He looked up and their eyes met for a moment, before Natalia mounted her skateboard once again.

Natalia skated down the street with practiced ease. It was something she had always wanted to do the first time she was alive. Natalia had just never had the chance before. It was one of the first things she did after coming back. She had found this particular board in a dumpster in a rich neighborhood in Nevada. Long story. After coming back to life, Natalia had gained some kind of grace and balance that she never had when she was alive the first time. She still couldn't do any fancy tricks, but she had used to the feeling of riding over rough asphalt. It was her main form of transportation and entertainment.

Twenty minutes later, Natalia slowed to a stop outside a clothing store called Pacing's. It was a family owned boutique just thirty minutes away from the highschool, by skateboard at least. It was the kind of place that Natalia normally wouldn't have been caught dead in. She had never been one for clothes shopping, but maybe selling clothes would be better. Natalia opened the door causing the little bell to ring merrily.

She was soon shown around by one of the other employees. Her job was the simply walk around and help the customers. Her shift usually would start at four thirty and end at eight. Everyday except Friday and Saturday. Today, she had been asked to come early, but would be leaving at the same time. An hour into the job and Natalia had managed to help three customers and walk around the store at least five times.

It was on her sixth lap that someone approached her as she was putting back a particularly ugly pair of jeans. The voice, firm and confident, said from behind her, "Excuse me."

Natalia whirled around only to see Lydia Martin, perfect hair and all. Natalia had always prided herself on herself on being a strong person, but pretty girls made her weak in the knees. It was like hitting a button that suddenly made her awkward as hell. It was different when she was a school and she had more incentive to keep it together. Natalia cleared her throat and said, "May I h-help you?"

Lydia gave a tight-lipped patronizing smile and said, "You're new, aren't you." It was more of a statement than anything.

Natalia opened and closed her mouth like a fish until she collected her wits. She stuttered out an answer, "Yeah, I just moved from Kansas." Natalia resisted the wince that wanted to appear as her natural accent appeared out of nervousness. Unlike what Hollywood believed, country accents aren't an entire different tone of voice. Natalia's was more of an undertone that she had worked hard to get rid of when she moved to California.

Lydia narrowed her eyes slightly and said, "There is a party Friday and I need an outfit, maybe you can help me?"

Natalia snapped out of her stupor and rushed to say, "Of course, um, what kind of outfit are you looking for?"

Lydia smirked, amusement dancing in her eyes. She stated, "That's what I was hoping you would help me with."

"Oh, yeah, sure," Natalia said as she ran a hand through her hair. She looked Lydia up and down quickly while trying not to come off as creepy. Natalia cleared her throat in an attempt to gather her wits. "No offense, but you're, kind of, um, pale, so maybe dark colors?"

To Natalia's relief, Lydia didn't look offended, she seemed curious. Lydia turned on her heel and began to stalk down an aisle. Natalia stayed rooted in her spot she watched Lydia walk away. She threw a pointed look at Natalia when she didn't follow. Lydia asked shortly, "Coming?"

Natalia's lips formed an 'O' and she hurried to follow Lydia. Lydia drifted through the racks looking at clothing leisurely with Natalia awkwardly in tow. Natalia ventured to ask, "So, do you need help with anything in particular..."

"Natalia, right?"

"Yeah," Natalia answered. She shifted between her feet and rubbed the back of her neck.

"What makes a girl move all the way from Kansas to Beacon Hills?" Lydia asked as she examined a pair of skinny jeans.

Natalia felt herself tense up. She couldn't directly lie, but she could dance around the truth or just refuse to answer. Natalia said, "Personal issues."

Lydia peered at her from the corner of her eye. Lydia held up the pair of skinny jeans she had been looking at. "How do these look?"

Natalia relaxed a little bit as she looked at the jeans. She thought back to a top she had been looking for herself earlier. Natalia said, "Um, yeah, they would look great on you, just stay here, I know a top you might like."

Natalia took off at a slow jog to the other side of the store. When she got there she quickly found the top, grabbing a couple different sizes. Natalia allowed herself a couple minutes to calm down and collect herself. When Natalia finally made it back to Lydia she was only a little nervous. She held out the one of the dark purple sleeveless top for Lydia to inspect. Lydia took the fabric in her hands and looked at the tag. She looked back up at Natalia and asked, "Why did you grab three?"

Natalia could feel her face heat up slightly as she stammered, "I didn't know your size."

Lydia scoffed, "I would've told you if you hadn't taken off running... but you were right, I like the top."

Natalia's jaw might of dropped a little, but Lydia didn't notice because she had already turned around. She motioned with her hand for Natalia to follow. Which she did, after remembering how to work her legs. Lydia said in a conversational tone, "You said you moved for personal reasons."

It wasn't really a question, but Natalia affirmed, "Yeah, that's what I said."

"Well, what kind?" Lydia pushed.

Natalia cleared her throat, feeling tense again. She answered, "I guess you could call it family issues."

"You have to understand why I'm curious," Lydia said as she looked over her shoulder at Natalia, "Beacon Hills is a reasonably small town, it's not every day a country bumpkin from over half way across the country decides to move here."

"S'pose not," Natalia chuckled nervously as they neared the dressing rooms. "I'd rather you not pry into my personal life though, because it's really not your business."

Lydia rounded on her and Natalia noticed how big the height difference between them was. Lydia put a hand on her hip and smirked a little. She stated, "I'm just curious, about the personal reasons that caused you to move here. Which would be what exactly?"

Natalia sighed, "Look, I get it, I'm the new girl with silver hair, I'm interesting at the moment, but I don't feel comfortable discussing my private life with a girl who has probably never heard the word 'no' before."

Lydia took a step towards her and asked, "And are you telling me no."

Even being much taller and knowing that she could easily kill her, Natalia was a little intimidated by Lydia. Natalia stated, "Yes."

"Okay, then," Lydia said turning back around, "I'm going to try these on now, if you don't mind sticking around to give me an opinion."

Lydia went into the dressing room and Natalia was left outside repeatedly mouthing the word 'what'. Natalia was painfully unprepared to deal with an intimidating pretty girl. Natalia was left standing awkwardly outside the dressing rooms waiting for someone she barely knew. Lydia came strutting out minutes later and Natalia's jaw might have dropped a little. Natalia shut her mouth quickly, wincing at the audible clack of her teeth. Natalia breathed out, "You look great."

Lydia really did look great. The jeans clung to her legs like a second skin. The top, dark against her pale skin, seemed to be made for her. Natalia had a feeling that Lydia just made anything look good. Lydia looked down at herself before meeting Natalia's gaze, she asked, "Really?"

Natalia was taken back by the slight softening in Lydia's features. Insecurity faintly laced in her voice and a shadow of doubt flickering in her eyes. It didn't last long, Lydia's features sharpened again, and her eyes suddenly guarded. Natalia smiled shyly and insisted, "You look gorgeous."

A smile briefly fluttered over Lydia's lips as she looked down at herself once again. Natalia watched her expression tighten a little and couldn't help, but wonder what was going on in that strawberry blonde head. Lydia said briskly, "It will do."

Lydia paced back into the dressing room without another word. Natalia was left out with her awkwardness and social anxiety. Natalia had watched a number of familiar emotions flit past Lydia's face while she was complimenting her. Only some she had been expecting. Natalia wasn't sure if she was supposed to wait for Lydia or not. She debated walking away as she chewed her bottom lip in thought. She turned around thinking it best to walk away, but doubt consumed her before even taking a step. She didn't have much time to internally argue with herself, because she soon felt a hand on her upper back between her shoulder blades. It was just a tap, but Natalia recoiled at the touch. Her upper back was a sensitive area that she was uncomfortable with being touched in. She basically kept away from whomever had touched her and spun around quickly.

Lydia stared at her with a quirk of her lips and arching a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. Natalia blushed at her ridiculous reaction to being touched on her back. Mentally kicking herself, because normal teenagers don't flinch away when people touch them. Natalia started to feel antsy as Lydia's stare continued to bore into her. Natalia hid her grimace behind a weak smile as she rubbed the back of her neck while giving an awkward, "Heh."

Lydia took a step closer and Natalia had to look down to meet her eyes. Lydia stared her down her face still holding traces of amusement. Lydia tilted her head asking, "Do I make you nervous?"

Natalia nearly choked on air for a moment as she sputtered out a pathetic, "Um, I mean, I bet-"

"Do I make you nervous?" Lydia cut her off "Yes or no?"

Natalia swallowed thickly, knowing she was backed into a corner. Not being able to lie to such a direct question, Natalia stuttered, "Extremely, yes."

Lydia hummed thoughtfully as she took a step back. Without another word, Lydia spun on her heel and began to walk away. She shouted over her shoulder, "I'm going to go pay for these. You should come to that party I was talking about, everyone is going to be there."

Natalia was left just outside the dressing rooms gaping at the strawberry blonde that was disappearing into the aisles of clothing. Natalia looked in all directions for any witnesses that saw that. She threw her arms up in the air and whispered, "What the fuck just happened?"

-TF-

What am I doing? Natalia thought to herself as she skated into the school parking lot. She ollie-d onto the sidewalk and slowed to a stop as she approached the lacrosse field. She had decided to go to the party, after all what was the worse that could happen? Apparently the party was right after this lacrosse scrimmage thing-y that determines who makes first line. So, Natalia had reasoned that sheshe might as well go to the lacrosse game first and besides having a little school spirit most likely wouldn't kill her. The scrimmage was held just an hour after school had ended.

Natalia popped the tail of her board with her foot, causing the board the fly up, and caught it smoothly. She put it under her arm and walked up to the stands where a bunch of people had already gathered. She took a seat on the bottom row just behind the bench. It wasn't long till the game started.

Natalia instantly recognized Wolfy and his twitchy friend with the buzz cut. Wolfy took the field while Twitchy sat on the bench in front of her looking bored. Within the first few minutes of the game, Wolfy got the ball only to be tackled brutally by another boy. The other boy lifted his helmet to smirk at Wolfy. Natalia recognized the other boy from her P.E. class, Jackson was his name. It suddenly hit her as Lydia's cheers behind her filled Natalia's ears, that that was probably Jackson Whittmore. Natalia cringed slightly for Wolfy it seemed the lacrosse captain had a certain vendetta against him.

Wolfy got up and squared his shoulders. At the next face-off, Wolfy got the ball and he ran with it. Literally, he spun and juked out everyone who tried to stop him. Until he came up against three rather large players. Without slowing, Wolfy front flipped over the players before shooting the ball into the net. The crowd roared with approval and the coach called Wolfy over. It was then that Natalia noticed a young man across the field looking stoic and unimpressed. His gaze was like he didn't approve of such a wonderful score. His eyes flickered over to her and she met his steady gaze with a curious stare. She tilted her head and briefly entertained the idea of flashing her gold eyes. He could be another werewolf, but she couldn't tell for sure. Wolves travelled in packs, right?

She looked away when the crowd erupted in cheers again. She looked back at Wolfy as his friend cheered about him making first line. Natalia's eyebrows rose up her forehead as she watched a large disbelieving grin spread on his features. A strange and unsettling thought struck her. Did Wolfy know he was a werewolf?

Before she had put any thought into that possibility she was drawn back into the game. A little less than an hour later, the scrimmage had ended and people were exiting the school once again. The party wasn't supposed to start for another three hours, but people were already talking about it excitedly. It wasn't hard to find out were the party was being held.

As Natalia was leaving on her skateboard, she caught glimpse of Wolfy. He still had that large dopey smile solidly in place. Her thought revisted her question from earlier. It would explain some things like how he was throwing around his enhanced speed, strength, and reflexes. Even she had enough sense to keeper abilities under wraps, sometimes even making her athletic ability seem much worse than it was. But, how would he not notice that he just woke up better at everything one morning? Natalia had to make sure he didn't reveal the existence of supernatural beings, because that would put his life and her's at serious risk, but that would mean not avoiding him.

Natalia didn't like this, not one bit.

Three hours has passed surprisingly fast for Natalia. The ride to Lydia's house was a good thirty minutes, so by the time she got there almost everyone had already arrived. Music pounded through the air and Natalia smirked slightly as a couple teenagers(drunk off their asses) stumbled out giggling.

A drunk girl wandered up to her with an easy smile spread over her face. She walked up to Natalia and bopped her nose lightly as she erupted in giggles. Natalia grinned at the girl's back as she stumbled away. Her first high school party was going to be interesting.

Natalia went through the front door and was immediately hit by the heat of hundreds of bodies squeezed into the area. She immediately made her way towards the drinks only receiving a few strange looks and a couple whispered 'that's the new girl'. She grabbed the nearest cup and filled it with whatever alcohol that was within arm's reach. Another thing she had gained after coming back to life, a much faster metabolism.

Natalia made her way outside and ignored Jackson and Lydia making out against a wall. She sat in a lawn chair as she took assign of her drink. The burning in her throat provided a strange sense of comfort as her senses got more dulled with each drink.

She spent the first half an hour drinking heartily until she was so drunk even her healing and metabolism combined wouldn't be able to sober her up any time soon. Natalia was looking around lazily as she pondered getting another drink. A weight settled in her lap and an arm was suddenly resting on her shoulders. Natalia looked over startled by the intrusion into her personal space.

A girl with long dark brown hair and seaweed green eyes looked down at her with a shy smile. She giggled a little as she took Natalia's cup out of her hand and drank the last of it's contents. The girl was obviously more sober than Natalia was. She leaned down and whispered, "I'm going to be honest, I've been checking you out for the last five minutes and my friend bet me I couldn't get your number."

Natalia felt her cheeks heat up. She cleared her throat and attempted to maintain her composure. Allowing the liquid courage to take over, Natalia said, "There is no doubt in my mind that you could get my number."

The girl laughed lightly and introduced, "My name is Stacy."

"Stacy," Natalia murmured lowly. She ran a hand through her hair as she said, "I'm Natalia."

Stacy quirked an eyebrow and asked, "So about that number."

Natalia let her head drop backwards as she groaned slightly. She looked up to see Stacy's questioning gaze. Natalia explained, "I don't have a phone."

"Wow," Stacy remarked, "You're probably the only one in the entire school." She followed that sentence with a devilish smirk.

They kept up the light banter for awhile, taking turns teasing one another. Natalia found herself genuinely smiling and laughing around the other girl which was refreshing. After a jab about her silver hair, Natalia put a hand over her heart feigning offense, "It's punk rock."

Stacy rolled her eyes and bit her lip as she stared at something out of the corner of her eye. Stacy turned to her and asked, "Do you want to dance?"

Natalia sputtered, "Sure."

Stacy jumped off her lap and dragged her up out of the chair. With Stacy in three inch heels they were about the same size. They made it onto the area where everyone was dancing and Stacy immediately took the lead. Natalia put her arms loosely on Stacy's shoulders while Stacy's hand rested on her hips, thumbs rubbing circles into her lower foreheads were almost touching and they just talked while dancing, about utter nonsense sometimes. It was perfect.

Of course, some jackass had to ruin it. The party was just starting to get in full swing as some guy(obviously wasted) slid up behind Stacy. He growled in her ear, loud enough for both of them to hear, "Why don't you dance with me, babe?"

Stacy led them away from him a little and said over her shoulder, "No thanks."

"Come on," He continued, "You know you want to."

Natalia appraised him silently, she could easily take him if it came to that. Stacy frowned and led them even farther away as she answered, "I said no."

"I don't believe that you'd rather be with her," He said, sliding up behind Stacy again he put his hands on her back. He started to slide his hands down, but before her could Natalia flipped them around. He was now behind her and she stomped backwards, digging the heel of her shoe into his toes with incredible force. He let out a high-pitched yelp and stumbled backwards into several people.

Natalia looked over her shoulder and glared at him. She spoke bluntly, "She said no, back off."

She turned back to Stacy who was smirking at her. Natalia arched an eyebrow at the brunette in question. Stacy shook her head and said, "You're, kind of, hot when you get all protective, not that I needed it. I can take care of myself"

Natalia said, "I know, but I didn't like where his hands were heading."

Stacy rolled her eyes and restated, "I can handle a hand-sy pervert."

"Okay, I'll ask permission before I hurt him and his ego next time."

Stacy smirked and said, "That's all I-"

Natalia heard the guy behind her mutter, "Fuckin' bitch." Next thing she knew she was being grabbed by the shoulder and whirled around. A fist connected with her jaw before she could really comprehend what was happening. Unlike most people, who would've fallen at the strength of the hit, Natalia's head simply snapped to the side. Natalia stopped the punch that was directed at her stomach and the backhand that tried to follow it.

Natalia turned around to Stacy who had stumbled back and asked, "Can I hit him?"

Stacy gaped at her and wildly gestured to where she held his hand in her grasp, she exclaimed, "Yes!"

Natalia flashed a smile that may have been a little bloody. She turned back to the guy and kicked him squarely in the chest sending him stumbling back. He looked like a blind bull, stumbling backwards and thrashing wildly. He righted himself and went to punch her. He put to much weight behind it and she simply spun past him. Natalia delivered a sharp kick to the back of his knee cap. His legs buckled underneath him and she spun till she was in front of him. She put all her weight behind a single punch to his sternum. He all but collapsed as all his air left his body.

Natalia felt a hand grab he's and started dragging her away from the crowd that had formed. Stacy dragged her through dozens of people towards the side gate by the fire pit. As Natalia was dragged pasted the fire pit she bumped into someone. She looked up to see the oddly stoic man from earlier. She felt her eyes burn gold and his eyes flashed an unnatural eerie blue.

He blinked hard several times and so did she. He scowled at her as she started to walk away, but she could see the confusion in his eyes. Natalia looked back at Stacy for a moment after a particularly hard tug on her arm. When she looked back to where the scowling man had been, he was gone. Instead, she saw a shadowy figure run quickly across the roof.

Sorry about any typos. Hope you like it. Tell me what you think of Natalia.