Stiles pulled into his usual parking space. He parked his car and began looking through his rearview mirrors. He sighed and punched the wheel in frustration. "Dude, seriously, what's wrong?" Scott was concerned about his best friend. He hadn't said a word since he'd got in the car. "It's the new girl. Since she'd came to Beacon Hills, I've been having this dream about her." He shook his head and continued looking in the mirrors. "Um, ok. Can I just say that I don't wanna hear-" "Not that kind of dream dumbass!" he said hitting his curly haired friend in the back of the head.
"Well, I can say that I'm glad you're not obsessing over Lydia any more. Her name kinda irritated my brain." Scott said looking at his friend. "It's not obsessing when you know she would be aroused just by hearing your name," Stiles said. "And I listen to you ramble on and on and on about what you and Allison almost did!" Scott hushed as he spotted Jessica going into the building. "Well, fine. I won't talk about my feelings for Allison." "Great." There was a two second silence. Scott looked at his friend before saying, "Or the fact that Jessica just went into the building."
Stiles took the keys out of the ignition and got out of the car. He began to check his looks in the mirror as his friend stepped out of the Jeep laughing. Stiles ran into the building to find Jessica at her locker next to Allison's. Scott sighed as he rested his hand on Stiles' shoulder. "It's now or never dude."
Meanwhile, Allison and Jessica just stood at their lockers and began to gossip. "Wait, so you're dating that curly head-" "His name's Scott." Allison giggled at the description her newfound buddy came equipped with for her boyfriend. "Right. Scott. I'm sorry, I am just horrible with names!" Jessica looked briefly down the hall and noticed through the crowds of people, two guys. "Who's that guy with the buzz cut?" Jessica asked, nodding in their direction. Allison smiled at the sight, and the fact that someone has taken intrest in Stiles.
"That's Stiles Stilinsky. Scott's best friend." Allison said. The two girls watched the guys argue about something. Stiles threw his hands in the air as he yelled at Scott. Scott replied with pointing in the girls' direction and looking back and forth between the girls and Stiles. Jessica laughed at the two arguing. Allison looked at her and back toward the guys. She couldn't help but be happy for Stiles. "The bell is going to ring soon. We should get going." she told her friend. Jessica snapped out of her daze, grabbed her books, and closed her locker. She began to walk the way until Allison grabbed her wrist. "What's wrong? Isn't class this way?" Allison answered with a smile and tugging on her wrist. "But I haven't seen Scott today." "Can't you see him in class?" Jessica protested. Before she knew it, she stood in front of the guys.
"Hey, Allison." Scott said as he approached her. The young couple shared a kiss. Jessica smiled at the obvious love between them. Stiles admired the girl in front of him as he did with Lydia when she attended Beacon Hills High School. "Hi! Let's get to class." Allison grabbed Scott's hand and skipped down the hall. Jessica looked at Stiles wondering what to do next.
"Hey." she said not knowing what to do or say exactly. "H-H-Hey. . . Jessica." he said as he failed the attempt of looking cool against the lockers. He stumbled and tripped over his feet and fell. Jessica tried her hardest to hold back her laughter. "Are you okay?" He got up quickly and dusted himself off as if nothing happened. "Yeah, I meant to do that." he said as his soft cheeks flushed a light red. "Good. Well, if you are so okay, and you meant to fall on your face, what do you think people would think if you meant to show me to class?" She said with a smile. His face became a little more red as a smile slowly, but surely, spread across his face.
"Uh-um, sure! I'd love to." He grabbed her books and lead her to her class. "So, where are you coming from?" he asked with a major curiosity flickering in his eyes. "Salem." she answered happily with the fact that he was interested in learning more about her. "Wait, like the 'Salem Witch Trials' Salem?" he instantly became interested with the supernatural kind of feel that came from her hometown. She answered with a nod. "My grandmother used to tell me stories about my family. She says that my family were one of the first to be tried on the trials." With his experience with Scott, he believed that it. "That's awesome!" he whispered to himself, but she heard it anyway.
When they reached class, the bell rang. "Looks like we just made it." she smiled and took her books from Stiles' hands. They exchanged looks as they went to their seats, hers being in the third row and his usual spot in the back of the class. Jessica heard things that she couldn't understand completely. She squinted and looked around to see if anyone was talking. She saw not one pair of lips move, except for the teacher explaining what was on the board. She could hear the irregular heartbeat of Stiles' heart whenever they exchanged glances. Her mind began racing with over 15 students' thoughts. She could feel pricking on the tips of her fingers, but she ignored it. She wondered what was happening while she waited for the bell to ring. She texted her mother about her strange symptoms. She was told to wait for blazing eyes. She had no clue what that meant and she didn't want to find out. She looked at her smooth, ebony skin and long nails which seems to go on for days. She laid her head on the desk hoping for an answer.
Stiles had to text Scott about what Jessica had just told him.
Stiles: Dude, guess what.
Scott: What?
Stiles: Jessica is from Salem.
Scott: Like the Salem Witch Trials?
Stiles: No, like Sabrina the Teenage Witch's cat. Of course ding nut! =I
Scott: Sorry dude. but what does that have to do with anything?
Stiles: Ur a werewolf, maybe she can cast a spell to take the wolf out of u or sumthin.
Scott: Just bcuz she's from Salem doesn't mean she's a witch.
Stiles: It does when ur family has a story about ur ancestors r the original ones.
Scott: Does she even believe it?
Stiles: No but that doesn't mean it isn't true. I mean, look at u.
Scott: Seriously?
Stiles: Maybe that's why in my dream the moon's rays were red. It must be about her getting her powers.
Scott: .d[-_-]b.
Stiles: w.e.
The boys were caught and let off with a warning. The class ended soon after their texting session. When the bell rang, Jessica ran out of the classroom. Allison and Stiles followed her outside the building. "What's wrong, Jess?" Allison asked with concered heavy in her voice. Stiles touched her arm gently and they both froze. Jessica could see all of his memories, the good and bad, from almost being killed by a werewolf Scott, to getting to take Lydia to the winter formal. When he let go, he stared at her in amazement and awe. She backed away scared of what was happening to her. She ran quickly into the thicke of the woods near Beacon Hills High and let out a scream that sent birds flying away in terror. Stiles and Allison watched as Scott took their side. His ears started ringing due to a high pitched noise that came from the direction Jessica had ran. "Scott?" Allison asked as his hands covered his ears. He screamed in pain and his eyes began to turn topaz and his fangs began to grow. There was a scream and a loud explosion followed by a huge glow of light that carried a body above the trees. Stiles swallowed, "Well, this isn't going to be good."