Chapter One

Sammy

With both of my hands place on my lacrosse stick; I dashed across the field, dodging every guy who approached me. On the clock was ten seconds. About 8 feet away from the goal, I came to stop. I tightened my grip on the stick and used it to throw the ball into the goal. All around me, the crowd went wild and the opposing team groaned.

"Great job, Sammy!" Scott said, walking up to me.

"Thanks!" I replied. I wrapped my arm around his waist and pulled him into a hug.

"Are you coming to the party?" He asked.

I shrugged. "Are you?"

"Yeah, I'm going with Allison." He grinned from ear to ear.

I hit him, playfully as we approached Stiles and Dakota. "Don't rub it in!" I turned my attention to Stiles. "Can you give me a ride home?"

"Sure, Sam." He replied but Dakota cut in.

"Wait! You guys aren't going to the party?" Stiles and I shook our heads. "You have to!"I nodded my head much to her pleasure. Dakota beamed. "Ugh!" She looked at Stiles with pleading eyes. "If you come then I'll dance with you. Pretty please?"

Being Stiles, he gave in immediately. "Okay."

"Well I have to change so let's meet at the party okay." I said to my three friends. They all nodded.

Dakota

The Party

I was dancing with Sammy. She's not allowed to have boys near her because ever since her transformation, she has lost the glasses, and looks very beautiful. Now, lots of guys, including taken ones, hav been hitting on her and she doesn't like guys like that so she gets kinda mad. So mad that she phases a bit. Last time that happened, her eyes turned a different color and she grew claws so we had to get her out of their.

"I'm so glad that you made me come." Sammy said with a sigh of relief.

"You needed it. You've got a lot on your shoulders these days." i tried to talk over the loud music. I looked over her shoulder and spotted a head of red hair. Lydia Martin with beer in her hands, of course. oh no! She's coming over hear.

"Hey Sammy!" She slurred as she placed a hand on her shoulder.

Sammy turned around and smiled. "Hey Lydia. hows it going?"

"Oh its great... except for the fact that you stole everything from me!"

Sam's smile left her face and a frown appeared. "What do you mean?"

"I mean. I was the coolest and most popular girl in school and then some nerd shows up and somehow becomes good at a sport and she suddenly takes all my popularity. And I thought we were friends."

"Lydia." I cut in. "Just get out of here."

She didn't listen. She kept yelling at Sammy. By now, the music was off and everyone was circled around the three of us.

Sammy growled. Before she lost control, Stiles stepped in, too. "This isn't cool Lydia."

"Oh shut up, you nerd." Lydia yelled. That's when she crossed the line. You see, i'm a bit protective of Stiles.

I grabbed Stiles' arm and pulled him behind him. "Get over yourself, Lydia! You are-"

She was crying. Man, what alcohol can do to people. "C'mon Lydia. Get up. You're going home." Sammy said. Stiles and Sam took her home early that night. Only one question came into my mind. Where the hell is Scott?

Sammy

I couldn't possibly tell you how many ups and downs that I had today. On the upside, I made the winning goal at our lacrosse game. On the downside, Lydia trashed me at a party today but to be fair, she was drunk. Stiles and Dakota were involved and defended me. Everyone was watching us. Stiles was nice enough to take her home early before Dakota hurt her badly. To conclude what happened today, Scott and Allison were totally MIA during the party.

Ever since I became a werewolf, I've been writing in this journal that I titled, Diary of A Werewolf. I didn't write so much today because I'm still kinda shaken from what Lydia said to me and tired from that epic lacrosse game.

"What is that?" I heard a cold voice behind me.

"Derek," I started. "One day, you are going to mindlessly barge into someone elses house and they are going to call 911 on you."

"You are incredibly reckless, you know." He said.

What? "I'm confuused."

"I saw you at that party today."

"And?"

"You almost phased."

"That's not my fault. It's Lydia's"

"She's a mere human. You're a werewolf. Do me a favor and be more careful." He is such a jerk.

"You are such a jerk." I started to walk out of the room and he followed.

"You need me, Samantha."