OK, so if you guys haven't noticed, this is my first fanfiction. Please critique in any way you want to. I hope to make each chapter better written and more gripping than the next, and then I'll eventually go back and edit them all...even the tragic mess that was my first chapter :)

The teacher is rambling on about something chemistry related. And I try to focus on his words; I try to forget that the man who used to teach us chemistry was sacrificed by another teacher of mine who ended up being a weird druid magician thing who wanted to kill the werewolves in Beacon Hills. The fight is over now. I think. I mean, I guess I can never be sure; it still scares me. I sense it still scares us all, especially Stiles.

Stiles. I smile. I was trying to ignore him for most of the class, even though he is sitting only a few seats over, next to Scott. I'm doing bad enough in Chemistry without Stiles distracting me. I look over to him and Scott, and he's texting. He hides it well, but I can hear his fingers pat against the the screen on his IPhone. I know they're his fingers. Every fingers have different sounds, like sonic finger prints. And his fingers sound delicate, slightly awkward, but sensual. I assume he's had experience with those fingers, at least personally...and I can't think about that during class; I'm getting excited. Stiles looks up from his phone, at me, and he gives me a guilty smile, his pale cheeks showing a hint of a blush.

I feel my phone buzz. I try to sneak my phone out of my back pocket. I'm not as sneaky as Stiles; before I became a werewolf, I never had a reason to text in class. I never had anyone to text.

I look at my phone. The screen is lit displaying one new message from Stiles Stilinsexi. Stiles named himself that in my phone, and I haven't changed it because it makes me smile everytime. "Hey, wolfman, what are we doing this week?"

Spring break starts in about 17 minutes. And most people are leaving town. Scott's "dad" is dragging Scott and his mom somewhere for vacation. Apparently he's some big shot now, and he's trying to shower them with gifts to apologize. Scott's not amused by it. But his mom insisted that they give it a try, that they should give him a chance, so they are. Alison is heading on a supernatural training trip with her dad; Danny, Ethan, Lydia and Aiden are going "camping." I'm really the only one in the pack with no real plans. Me, and Stiles.

"I'm moving this week. You can always help haha," I reply. I'm finally done sleeping on the floor. It took a while, but my dad's will was found. And though he was a piece of shit, he was a piece of shit who apparently had some money. Most of it wasn't his. My mom had left money to me, knowing that my dad would have drunk away anything she left to him. I wasn't supposed to inherit the trust until I turned 18. My dad's death changed everything. I inherited her money early, as well as the little my dad had. I sold the house two weeks ago, for a bargain I think. But then the house was falling apart, and I felt it was haunted. Maybe it was only haunted by the ghosts of my past... I don't know, and to be honest, I don't care. I'm just glad it is off my hand.

Melissa (because she says I can call her Melissa) says I can come stay with them whenever I need to. I swear I saw her tear up a little when I announced that I was moving out. She is my family now. But as much as I love her, I am also ready to have my own place. I guess that is because if I have my own place, I can have people over...maybe people like Stiles.

"Stiles, I do have to throw a garage sale to sell my dad's stuff. Wanna help?"

"well i planned to watch porn and play with myself haha. but why not :)"