A/N: Okay, hey guys! So just to let you all know, updates will probably be every two to three days. There isn't a lot of action in this chapter once again due to the fact that the character still has to get to know the others! But I promise that in the next installment, there will be some actual plot build up! Thanks for reading, guys :-)

After fourth period, which was my video literature class, I headed back to the AP art studio to meet with Lydia so we could go get lunch together.

"So you just chill in here all day?" I ask when I arrive in front of her table in the studio.

"Yeah, until my community college courses start next week," she pauses. "I could've graduated early, y'know? But I wanted to stick with my friends. Speaking of friends, do you mind eating lunch with them?"

I agree, and she leads me through the cafeteria line where we get mediocre food and to a table where Scott, Kira, and four other unidentifiable people are sitting. Lydia motions for me to sit down next to her, but I feel as if I'm barging in on them.

"Guys, this is Margot. She's new here and I've be showing her around. Please tell her she's welcome to sit here so she will stop protesting to sit down." Lydia rolls her eyes and gives a look to Scott, who quickly looks around and then back at me.

"Margot, you can sit with us!" And once again, Scott McCall doesn't fail to look and sound like an excited puppy.

"Are you sure I'm not interrupting anything? I don't want to barge in on anything it's just-" The girl sitting across from me interrupts.

"Are you always like this? You reek of anxiety, honestly. Sit with us. We aren't going to exclude you, trust me, we take anyone in."

The guy sitting next to her gives her a look that screams "Please shut up while you're ahead" and so does Scott.

"I'm sorry about her. That's Malia, and I'm Stiles. If she says anything that seems rude to you, just ignore it. She means well."

I laugh, "It's fine! I'm just not used to sitting with people at lunch. Or making friends. Or being close to a normal teenager. Moving around a lot does that to you I suppose."

"I mean, I was practically raised by wolves. It could be worse." Malia says. It makes me wonder if maybe she really was raised by wolves, seeing how blunt she is.

Stiles laughs loudly, "Malia! That's so funny! You're hilarious. Really. Where did you move from, Margot?"

"Well, the last place we lived was Vermont. We've been all across the United States, basically." I take a sip of water, feeling that I was about to be interrogated. There were two people that I still hadn't been introduced to, but they seemed to be in their own world.

Kira peeks around Scott, "I love Vermont! My family used to visit there a lot when I was younger. It's beautiful in Fall and Winter. What made your family move to Beacon Hills?"

By then, everyone was staring at me. It's like this was the million dollar question, like Beacon Hills was some exclusive club. Like there was a big secret lurking around. "My mom said she was just drawn to this place. It wasn't really my choice."

Scott, Kira, Lydia, and Stiles give each other a look.

"Is something wrong? I could leave?" I hesitantly ask, worried by their reactions.

Lydia puts an arm around my shoulders, "No! You're fine! A lot of people are drawn here. There's like these strong energy currents or something, I don't know. We're glad to have you here."

I smile and the rest of them nod. Lydia gets up from the table, "Sorry guys, but I have a college orientation to attend. I'll be back after school to pick you up, Malia. Don't think you're going to get out of driving this time."

Malia rolls her eyes, "Why do I have to learn how to drive when I have you and Stiles to drive me around?"

Lydia calls back over her shoulder, "Because it's an important skill to have!"

My phone buzzed on the table, meaning it was probably my mom telling me she was working late. 'Sorry-working late tonight. Please find a ride? I'll be home by 9. Find something to eat.'

"What's wrong?" Malia asks me, as if she can magically sense that I'm once again, stressed out.

"Nothing, it's just my mom. I need to get somebody to bring me home tonight." I text her back 'K.' just to let her know that I'm done with being told, "Yeah, I can pick you up after school!" just to find out that she'll be working late.

"Hey, I can probably give you a ride? My car breaks down a lot, but it'd be better than walking." Stiles offers, a friendly smile on his face. "Where do you live?"

I give him the address and he informs me that I live right by him.

"Where can I find you after school?" He asks me, while putting his number in my phone. Malia does the same, grabbing my phone out of Stiles' hand.

"Do you know where Lydia's locker is? I'll be over there. My locker is right next to hers."

Stiles nods, and informs me he'll meet me there after school. I start to get up from the table, when Kira asks what my next class is. "It's AP Statistics, that's on the second floor, right?"

She gets up from the table as well, "That's my next class, too! Here, we can walk together." She leans down and gives Scott a kiss, and it makes me smile. They seem sweet together. "Okay, I'm ready!"

"Me too, bye guys." I tell the group, who waves goodbye back.

Kira starts talking about how much she loves that there's another girl in the group, and leads me off to our next class.

As the last bell of the day rang, I quickly walked out of class. I felt happy with the way things went today, and I've never really had friends since middle school. Life was pretty damn sweet right now, and Malia put me in a group chat with her, Lydia, and Kira, which had been distracting me for my last three classes. They invited me to go driving tonight, so I texted Stiles saying that he didn't need to bring me home. Is this what being included felt like?

When I approached my locker, I saw Lydia standing there and waving to me. "Hey! How'd the rest of lunch go?" She asked while I unlocked the locker.

I smiled, "It was actually really nice. You have a good group of friends! Thanks for inviting me tonight, too. My mom isn't coming home until late tonight so I really didn't want to be home alone. I'm kind of afraid of nighttime."

Lydia agreed with me, "Yeah, nobody should have to stay alone at night. We're going out to eat and to the mall afterward, so if you need to stop home for a few minutes to grab some cash, just let me know!"

I closed my locker and re-locked it, "Yeah, I'll need to go get some more cash. Where are Kira and Malia?"

"On their way, they take their time. What does your mom do for work, anyway?" She asks me, leaning against the lockers.

"She deals with business things. I don't know, she's like really important though. Why did you guys react the way you did when I said she was just drawn to-"

Kira appears and Lydia cuts me off, saying hi to Kira.

"What were you guys talking about?" She asks.

"Margot was just wondering why we acted so weird when she told us why her family moved here. And to answer that question, it's just because bad people have been drawn here before. We know you're not bad, it just worried us." Lydia fiddles with her skirt while saying this.

I nod, "I was just wondering. It's completely fine, honestly. It just made me nervous."

Kira smiled at me, and we stood in silence while waiting for Malia. I could tell something was off about them, but I wasn't going to push the topic any further. As soon as Malia finally arrived, we left the building and headed towards Lydia's car.

"So, here's the plan. I'm going to drive Margot to her house so she can get some cash, and then Malia will drive around for an hour or two. And then, we'll head to the mall." Lydia informs us as we buckle in. "Where do you live?"

I tell her my address, and we head to my house. The girls talk about their respective love interests on the way there.

"So, is there anything between you and Parrish, Lydia?" Kira asks, raising her eyebrows in a suggestive manner.

Lydia giggles, "Kira, no! I mean, I wish there was but the only thing we have between us is late night coffee drinking while he checks out a crime scene." She looks back at me through her rear-view mirror, "What about you, Margot? Anybody in your love life?"

I practically choke on my own spit when she asks me this. "No, no. Never. This is the only time I've ever bothered to make friends in school. I've been single for 17 years and I'll probably be single for another 17 years."

"You're crazy." Malia says, acting as if it's ridiculous for me to be single for so long.

"It's life." I reply back.

Lydia pulls into my driveway and I invite them in, because I need to dig through a box to find my purse that actually has cash in it. I tell them to make themselves at home, so they go off and explore while I go up to my room.

After ten minutes, I finally find my purse and wallet. Thankfully, I have a ton of money still in there, so I'll be able to do whatever they want to do. As I start to go down the stairs, I hear Malia harshly whispering to Lydia and Kira.

"There's something off about this house, honestly. It's creepy and there are too many ouija boards and the crystal ball and tarot cards don't help either. Do you think she's able to talk to the dead, or something? Maybe see the future?" Malia asks.

"It's probably her mom's. I'm sure it's just a hobby! She's a good person, Malia. We need to give her the benefit of the doubt." Kira tells her.

I decide to loudly stomp through the stairs so they know I'm coming down, and find them sitting around our coffee table. "I'm ready, guys!"

We head out the door and back into the car, and I can feel how tense Malia is. I pray that everything will be okay.