Author's note: Sorry for not posting, guys! It's been a busy few weeks! I've had tons of birthdays (including my own) and too much stuff to do! And, just FYI, the picture I have for this story is not the one I initially wanted, but Scotland was the closet girl I could find to look like my character, Lindsay! But it's still not exactly what I wanted! I just wanted you to keep that in mind! Also, I wanted to let you know that even though the show is on now, this will be absolutely nothing like it (As you can probably tell by the new character and the fact that Jackson didn't leave town)! The only thing the two will have in common (that I know of, at least. There might be something I write that happens in the show but it's very unlikely) will be the alpha pack, which I'll be bringing into the story later, but still won't be a huge part of it. Just keep in mind the center of this story will be the (mostly) Lindsay, Stiles, and Isaac love triangle. It's more about the romance than the werewolves at this point, but I'll bring that in more as we go along! Thanks for reading! ~L

Chapter 2

Lindsay walked into history class, her stomach twisting into knots.

She'd never been this nervous about a class before. She wasn't even sure why she was nervous. History was one of her best subjects.

She looked around, searching for a seat.

Stiles looked up and saw Lindsay in the doorway.

"Dude, move." Stiles said to Scott.

"What? No!" Scott sounded shocked.

"I said move!" Stiles tipped Scott's desk over the slightest big, and Scott fell out of the seat.

"What's your problem!?" Scott put his hand to his head.

Stiles waved to Lindsay. She waved back and walked up to him.

"Is this seat taken?" She asked.

"Now I get it." Scott whispered to himself.

"No. Sit." Lindsay sat down next to Stiles.

"I guess I'm sorta stuck with you, huh, Stalker?" Lindsay joked, elbowing Stiles in the ribs.

"You're going to stop calling me that eventually, right?"

"Don't count on it." She flashed a quick smile, then noticed Scott. "Is he ok?"

"He's fine."

"Are you-"

"Mr. McCall! Get off the floor and into your seat! It's dirty down there." Their teacher stood over Scott. Lindsay stifled a laugh.

Scott glared at Stiles. "I call dibs." Stiles mouthed as Scott rolled his eyes.

Stiles scooted his chair closer to Lindsay's. She didn't do anything. Either she didn't notice, or she didn't care. Or she liked it. But that wasn't possible, was it?

Isaac stared from across the room, jealous. He didn't like this. Somehow, he would stop it.

Lindsay looked around the cafeteria, confident as ever. When she saw Stiles, her heart dropped. She hadn't realized she'd have to worry about lunch, too. Why was she so nervous around him, anyway? He was just another guy she had some classes with. Nothing else.

She regained her perfect posture, her shoulders back, chin up.

Lindsay walked up to Stiles and the two other guys sitting with him, all eyes on her. She sat next to Stiles as she dropped her tray on the table.

"'Sup, Stalker?" She asked playfully. "Aren't you the guy that was sleeping on the floor in history?" Lindsay pointed at Scott.

"My name is Scott, and I was not-" Lindsay looked at him questioningly. "Never mind."

"Who's your friend?"

"Oh, that's just Isaac."

"Hey." He said flirtatiously.

"Hi." Little hints of blush appeared on Lindsay's face.

"So anyway..." Stiles cleared his throat, glaring at Isaac. "How was your first day?"

"It was great. You guys are really welcoming, here."

"Yep... That's us."

"And I met some really great people." Lindsay's hand slowly grazed Stiles'. And she didn't move it. Lindsay smiled at Stiles, him gaping in response.

"You've got to be kidding me." Isaac muttered to himself.

Lydia and Jackson walked out of the line. Lindsay's hand jerked away from Stiles' as she waved.

They walked over, and Lydia whispered something into Lindsay's ear.

"Oh my God. They're the ones who...? Gotta go guys. Um, I'll talk to you later." She grabbed her tray and hurried off with Lydia and Jackson, not turning back around. At first, Stiles thought it was a joke, but then, he realized she wasn't coming back.

"What did Lydia tell her?"