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Chapter 2: Werecist

It was now time for Econ, which meant Scott finally had a chance to talk to Stiles about his exchange with the mysterious new girl, Clara. He almost didn't know where to begin. He sat impatiently in his seat while he waited for Stiles to get to class. He watched as his friend entered the room and sat down in the seat next to him.

"You have that look on your face like you want to tell me something," Stiles said.

"You know the new girl?"

"No, I forgot about her in the last few hours," Stiles answered sarcastically.

"Well, she knows," Scott stated.

"Knows what?" Stiles replied "Oh! You mean she knows. Like about that thing..."

"Yes," Scott said, frustrated. "I don't know how but she does. She knows about me and Isaac. I don't think she knows about anyone else yet but she figured us out without even trying."

"This is not good," Stiles added.

"What's not good?" Coach Finstock asked. His arms were folded and he had his usual crazy look in his eyes.

"Uh, the national debt," Stiles answered. "It's really bad."

"Shut it Stilinski!" Coach yelled. "If I hear you or McCall one more time you're gonna be target practice for the rest of the season." He then turned back around to the black board and continued to write, mumbling to himself like a crazy person.

Scott took out his notebook and began to write. After scribbling something down, he tore out the piece of paper and handed it to Stiles who opened it and began to read.

We need to figure out what she is and how she knows everything.

Stiles took out a pen and wrote his response. Then he passed the note back to Scott.

How do you know she is anything?

Because she told me. Said I had to figure it out myself if I wanted to know.

Witch? Stiles wrote.

Maybe, if those even exist.

As long as she's not a Kanima I'm game.

The bell rang dismissing class and the two boys exited as quickly as they could. They walked down the hallway towards their lockers to prepare for their next class.

"We need to get close to her," Stiles said. "Then we can figure out what she can do."

"That's going to be a problem," Scott said. "She doesn't seem to like werewolves very much."

"She's werecist?" Stiles asked, slightly amused by his turn of phrase.

"Pretty much," Scott replied.

"Then I guess we have to follow her," Stiles said.

"I don't know how I feel about stalking," Scott said.

"It's not stalking if it's for the good of mankind," Stiles began. "She could be a monster. Sure she looks harmless, but it's always the nice ones, isn't it?"

"I wouldn't exactly call her nice," Scott answered. "We need to be really careful with this, ok?"

Stiles nodded his head in agreement as they went their separate ways to their next classes.


So far Clara's first day at Beacon Hills was moving along at a painfully slow pace. She was not used to bells telling her when she could come and go or having to ask permission to speak. Everything was new to her and it made her uncomfortable. With the exception of the conversation with Scott, she had managed to avoid speaking to anyone else. People had been whispering about her all day but she just ignored it. It was almost entertaining to hear the wild stories that were being spread about her, the mysterious girl who seemed to pop out of thin air.

It was now time for lunch, the period she was least excited about. There were so many people in one room, it made her uneasy. She would have preferred to eat lunch alone as she had not had one moment to herself all day, but there was no such luck. After buying her food she found an empty table and proceeded to sit down. From across the room she could see the werewolf Scott and his strange friend. When she met their eyes they quickly looked away, as if they had not been watching her.

Scott and Stiles were in fact watching her. Things had already gotten off to a weird start between them and they needed to know if she was a threat or not. She looked innocent but they were afraid of what she could be capable of.

"I think she saw us," Stiles said.

"You think?" Scott replied sarcastically.

"Look at her," Stiles began. "Sitting there, being all evil and...stuff."

"She's just eating," Scott stated.

"Look now," Stiles said. "She's reading a book. Who reads books at lunch? Crazy people."

"You need to calm down," Scott said. "Oh no."

"Oh no what?" Stiles asked, excited. Scott turned Stiles' attention to what he had seen across the room. Isaac was walking intently towards the table Clara sat at. "Is he going to do something stupid?"

"Probably," Scott said bluntly. He caught Isaac's eye from across the room and whispered so no one else would hear but him. "What are you doing?" He made a gesture at the boy to stop what he was doing, but Isaac proceeded anyway.

"Don't cock block me McCall," Isaac snapped just before leaning down towards Clara. "Is this chair taken," he asked.

"No," Clara said, not bothering to look up from her book. After a moment passed she was shocked to see that the person who stood behind her was now sitting right beside her. She looked up to see a pair of big, blue eyes staring down at her. She recognized the boy as being Isaac, the other werewolf from before. She also noticed the lacrosse stick peeking out of his bag. He must think he's some big time jock, Clara thought to herself. He was cute, she had to admit, but he was a werewolf. He may as well have been chopped liver to her. "I didn't realize you were actually going to sit down."

"I'm Isaac," he said confidently.

"I'm not interested," she frostily replied.

"Oh, come on" he continued in a smooth voice. "You could at least tell me your name. I told you mine."

"It's Clara," she sighed with a hint of annoyance.

"What's a girl like you doing sitting by herself," he said with a smirk on his face.

"A girl like me?" Clara asked, raising her eyebrows in suspicion. Did he know something? Or was he just trying to be cute?

"You know what I mean," Isaac said, brushing a loose strand of hair out of her face and tucking it behind her ear. She slapped his hand away from her face, completely in shock that a werewolf would be flirting with her. She wondered what he was playing at. "You're feisty," he continued, leaning closer to her ear. "I like that," he added in a whisper.

"I don't understand what you're doing," she replied, pulling her face away.

"I'm just trying to get to know you," he said. "You're new, why don't I give you a tour of the school?"

"I have a map," Clara retorted.

"I think I can show you more than that map can," he said seductively, placing his hand on her thigh. Clara was not amused by his forwardness. She grabbed his hand firmly and looked him dead in the eyes. The moment her skin touched his, he began to feel the most painful sensation spread throughout his body. It felt like something was clawing at him, burrowing its way into his skin. He groaned in agony as he looked at the girl with pleading eyes. Her green irises were glow ing and her voice boomed in his ears as she spoke.

"Keep your werewolf paws off of me," she said. She then released his hand and threw it down onto his lap. The pain had finally stopped and her eyes went back to normal. The look on Isaac's face was of complete shock and he was breathing heavily. He looked around the room, everyone was staring at him and whispering. Embarrassed, he got up from the table and began to walk away. He spotted Scott and Stiles and headed towards their table and sat down.

"So everyone saw that," he said.

"Yep," Stiles said, trying his hardest to stop the smirk on his face from spreading. "Rejected."

"Shut up Stilinski," Isaac said.

"You're feisty," Stiles said, mocking the boy's words from earlier. Isaac promptly gave stiles a swift kick to the shins under the table. "Unnecessary!"

"I was trying to warn you bro," Scott said. "There's definitely something up with her. She's-"

"A crazy bitch," Isaac finished.

"I wouldn't put it quite like that," Scott replied. "She doesn't like werewolves, I maybe should have mentioned that sooner."

"You think?" Isaac replied.

"What exactly did she do to you?"

"She grabbed my hand and it felt like I was being clawed by razor sharp...claws," Isaac explained. "And when she did it her eyes were glowing."

"Interesting," Scott said.

"Still think she's hot?" Stiles teased, prompting Isaac to kick him under the table again. "Ok, violence not needed!"

"So what do we do?" Isaac asked, turning to Scott.

"I don't know," Scott answered. "We could look through Peter's bestiary and try to find something that matches."

"Yeah, but we don't really have much to go on here, do we?" Stiles said. "I mean, 'causes tingly sensations' isn't exactly a solid piece of evidence."

"Then what do you suppose we do?" Isaac inquired, raising his eyebrows at the boy.

"I say we follow her home and see what kind of witchy stuff she's getting up to," Stiles said.

"I don't know how great of an idea that is," Scott replied, thinking back to the first time they had ventured onto the grounds of the Delacroix house. He'd had nightmares for weeks after.

"Don't be a scaredy wolf," Stiles snarked. "Come on, we have taken on much bigger things than the likes of little miss prissy over there."

"I can't believe this but I'm siding with Stiles," Isaac added.

Scott paused for a moment before he spoke. "Ok, fine" he said. "But we have to be careful."

The boys began to make a plan for the afternoon. They would keep close tabs on Clara for the rest of the day and then sneak over to her house on foot after school.


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