A/N: Hello! I don't know why I posted so early, but I did. In case you were wondering, this is going to be a slow burn Derek/OC. Of course, since it is Derek and he's a bit of a pill. But I will introduce him into the story in the next chapter, so yay! I can't think of anything else to say without giving away some major things that will happen, so enjoy! Thank you for following my story, you don't know how much it means to me! As always, please review, I would love to get some feedback. Like any writer, I can improve in many ways and I would like to know what you guys think! Thank you for taking your time out to read this!

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2.

The day went by, uneventful.

I walked into the lunch room, ignoring the snickers that seemed to follow me, scanning the expansive room for Isaac's tall figure. Jackson was nearby; leaning in his seat as he slowly ate, listening to his friend talk to him. The two boys I had seen this morning were across the room, one staring at the doe-eyed girl, the other throwing his arms up as if he was irritated with the other. If the need was to arise, I could peak into their conversation to see what they were talking about, but before I could, I spotted Isaac, eating in the corner alone.

I dragged my feet to his table, throwing myself in the seat across from him. I took a large bite of my sandwich and looked up at my friend, who looked amused.

"Long day?" He assumed, playing with his own food. The book he was reading was lying next to his tray, dog-eared to keep his place.

I shrugged, dropping the sandwich back on the tray. "Nothing too spectacular,"

"It's about to get longer," His gaze dropped to his lap.

I turned completely around in my seat when I heard the familiar click-clack of Beacon Hill's own queen bee strutting towards me. When I looked up her sultry figure, her lips were turning into a grin. Her strawberry-blonde hair cascaded down her left shoulder, as she stuck out a hip. The cat green eyes glared at me as I raised my eyebrows at her, as if to say, "yes?" Her friend next to her had more of an athletic built with dark hair and darker eyes. She shifted to one boot clad foot to the other, not quite sure why she was standing there.

I sighed when Lydia didn't understand my facial conversation. "Yes?" I crossed my arms over my chest.

Her head shook in pity, looking down at me. "I just wanted to say I'm really glad you came in today." She said with an innocent edge, but I braced myself for the worst. "I understand how hard it can be to pull yourself from the needle. But I admire that you still care about your education." She placed a gentle hand on my shoulder, which I immediately shrugged away. "It must be so hard for you to burn away all those brain cells."

"Lydia!" Her friend gasped out, giving her a look. She obviously didn't know Lydia well enough to know that she insulted me on a daily basis.

Lydia turned her head, cocking it as a guiltless look plastered on her face. "What?" She spat, looking back at me. "I'm just caring for my fellow students." She gave me a bashful grin before swaggering back to Jackson and his friends.

I turned around, shaking my head. "She is just so kind," I rolled my eyes, but Isaac's eyes were still trained behind my head. I looked over my shoulder to see her uncomfortable friend, still hanging around. I gritted my teeth. "Wanna take a shot at me too?" I questioned.

"No!" She sputtered out, face turning maroon. "Uh . . . I just wanted to say sorry. About Lydia, really."

I waved her off. "Please, this has been happening since the sixth grade, I can handle it."

The girl continued to stand there. "Still." She paused before sticking out her hand. "I'm Allison."

I reached over and shook her head. "Pleasure," I tried not to sneer, before turning around in my seat.

Allison began to say something, though she was cut off. "Allison! Come here before you catch lice!" Lydia was shouting over the shouts of the lunch room. It grew quiet for a moment when the lunch room erupted in laughter. Allison turned maroon again, apologizing profusely and then excusing herself. I watched as she scurried back to Lydia. I then peeked a glance at the boy who was previously staring at her, but now his attention was trained on me.

I shook my head. Isaac grinned. "She was nice."

I rubbed my eyes. "They all are in the beginning.

The rest of the week went by with nothing to report. Granted, I was mocked, laughed at, and ridiculed, though that happened on a daily basis, so it was nothing new to me.

I had just dropped my bag on the floor on the Friday afternoon in my last period. Luckily the rumor mill had exhausted itself for the day, therefore I had the luxury of walking to class with a slight amount of laughter.

I settled into my seat in the back of the class. The two boys from the parking lot and lunch stumbled in right after me, gossiping to each other in hushed tones. Even though I caught every word, I made it a point to not pay attention. Most times when I decided to eavesdropped it tended to bite me in the ass.

One of the boys had a close buzz-cut and honey brown eyes, his expression animated. The other had a small smile on his face, with darker skin and floppy black hair. He reminded me of a wounded puppy dog, the way he peered at everyone.

Buzz-cut practically threw himself in the seat in front of me, making it almost topple over. He turned to his friend, beginning to continue the conversation from before until Puppy-Dog turned around in his seat, sent his friend a look and grinned. "Hi."

Buzz-cut turned around in his seat, facing me. An animated stunned look turned to a piercing glare, as he tried to determine whether or not I had heard their private conversation. I hid a grin, if the class was filled, I'm sure that they would've heard them.

A content look passed over his face when my face showed no inkling that I had heard. "Hi! Didn't see you there, my bad!" He then drummed his long, pale fingers on my desk. "I know you! You're that—," He stopped himself and began to stutter from embarrassment.

"Yeah, that's me." I smiled knowingly. I didn't hold it against him, rather accept it. He had heard the rumors and he was still open to talking to me.

"Uh... you just transferred to this class, right?"

I arched my eyebrows, smirking. "Nope."

He took in a long breath, face turning a beet-red. "My name is Stiles, which I know." He then gestured to his friend who was currently staring at me with a look of recognition. Then it shifted to confusion, then back to the former. When he noticed that I was staring back at him, he smiled. "And that's Scott." His friend nodded a hello.

"Josephine," I responded. Stiles seemed nice enough to continue a conversation with, but Scott was putting me on edge. I don't know why, but he smelled a bit off. Though I couldn't quite figure out what it was. Scott must've felt the same way towards me as well because his muscles were rigid.

Stiles didn't notice that Scott and I were both at the edge of our seats, staring at each other, because he blurted out, "Why don't you sit with us at lunch tomorrow?" He offered.

"Stiles!" Scott exclaimed. We both looked over at Stiles for a moment before turning back to each other, confused expressions painted on our face.

"What?" Stiles shot him a look, frustrated with his friend.

"Nothing," Scott responded, looking at me for a moment longer. "Sit with us tomorrow."

I shrugged, challenging him by raising an eyebrow. "Maybe I will."

Still confused, Stiles turned around, shaking his head. I'm sure Scott and I would've glared at each other for the rest of the day if it wasn't for the class beginning. He sent me one last look, before turning around.

Something about Scott was sending my body haywire, making the muscles twitch and making my temper spike.