SAMANTHA STILINSKI
"Samantha, can I see you for a minute?" Mr. Smith, my English teacher asked after class.
"Yeah, is anything wrong?" I asked him.
"Nothing is wrong. I just wanted to ask you if you would be willing to tutor people in English since you do so well in this class," he told me. I've always loved English. Writing is something I find comfort in.
"Of course! When does it start?" I asked.
"It starts tomorrow, after school. You will be tutoring Isaac Lahey," Mr. Smith answered. I knew Isaac, he was on the lacrosse team. He was really shy and didn't talk much, but he seemed nice.
|| Teen Wolf ||
During lunch, I was sitting with Lydia, Jackson, Danny, and the others, as usual. They were talking about the dance, but I wasn't paying much attention. I looked over to Scott and Stiles' table. They were talking, intently. Then I looked over at Rae, who was sitting by herself a couple tables over. She had her legs crossed on top of the bench, and was eating some cookies while reading a book. I wish I was like her. She didn't care what anyone thought of her. I, on the other hand, cared too much. I had to change my whole personality to fit in with these popular kids.
I looked a few more tables over and spotted the boy I was supposed to tutor; Isaac Lahey. He was also sitting all alone. I never really paid much attention to him, he was cute. Deciding to introduce myself, I told Lydia I'd be right back and headed for Isaac's table.
He looked startled when I approached him and I smiled, "Hi, I'm Sammy."
"I know," his face turned red, "I mean, I'm Isaac. I-what are you doing here? I mean- you're popular. Why are you talking to me? N-not that I don't want you to. It's just that- I'll shut up now."
Taking a seat next to him, I chuckled at his nervousness, "I'm your new English tutor."
"Oh. That makes sense."
"So, why don't you tell me what you need help with?"
"W-well, mostly poems. I can't ever understand what they're saying."
While I droned on and on about poems, I noticed Isaac gazing at something a few tables away. I turned to look at his line of vision, and saw that he was staring at Rae, who was still reading and eating her cookies. The matchmaker in me surfaced.
"You like Rae?"
He abruptly turned to look in any other direction, "What-no-I…"
"I'll be right back," I told him, getting up and heading towards Rae's table. I could so see them together. It'd be so cute. The bad girl and the good boy. Plus, he'd be way better for her than Derek, a supposed criminal.
I sat down opposite from Rae. She knew it was me without looking, "What do you want, Sam?" How did she always do that? She nibbled on a cookie and kept reading.
"Hey, what do you think of that boy?" I pointed to Isaac. He was watching us, but when Rae turned to look at him, he pretended to concentrate on his food. Rae turned back and slammed her book shut, in anger?
"Ha-ha. Very funny. You're a comedian," she got up and stormed away with her book.
"What?! But I-," she was already out of earshot. What was that girl's problem? I looked over at poor Isaac and he looked so embarrassed.
I walked over to him, but he got up and stormed away too, mumbling, "Just leave it."
I'm such an idiot. Why did I have to do that? He's going to hate me now.
|| Teen Wolf ||
Later that day, I was watching the practice, as usual. Scott and Stiles were still on the bench. And since Lydia or Allison weren't here, I was lonely indeed. I watched as Jackson blocked all the players from scoring goals into the net. I hate to admit it, but he's good. I'd never in a million years say that to his face though. He'd think I'm flirting. Plus I'd hate his smug face.
Coach called Scott. Scott got up off the bench and went to play. A few minutes in, and Jackson had pushed him hard and he fell onto the ground. I winced at the impact. But Coach scolded him and told him to get up. He got up, but his moves were rigid. Something was off. Then he pushed Jackson to the ground even harder than Jackson had pushed him. The whole team surrounded them, but my attention was hardly on them, it was on Scott, who's eyes now glowed yellow. By the time I got down the bleachers, Stiles was guiding Scott to the locker room. I followed them.
"Samantha, are you sure that you want to go there?" I heard a voice say. I turned around to find Derek standing right behind me. God, this guy moved like a ghost!
"Not to be rude, but why are you following us? It's kind of creepy," I told him quietly, backing up. I was still intimidated by him. In my defense, I had good reason to be! I was ninety-nine percent sure he was the killer.
"I'm doing this to help Scott and protect his friends, like you."
"Look, that's really kind of you," I told him, not wanting to get on his bad side, but at the same time wanting to get away from this guy ASAP. "But I should really go check up on Scott and my brother," I hastily added as I ran to the locker room.
"Get away from me!" I heard Scott roar. Following his voice, I found him with his eyes glowing bright golden and his fangs peeking out.
"Scott, are you okay?" I asked. Stiles grabbed my hand and took me to the side.
"Of course he's okay, Sammy! You might as well invite him to a tea party because he is totally not wolfing out or anything like that!" Stiles sarcastically shouted, while running away from Scott and pulling me with him. There were times in which I loved his sarcasm, but there are times in which I hated it. This instance was one of those times in which I hated it.
"Your sarcasm isn't really helping now! We have to do something that will snap him out of it!" I yelled in exasperation.
"I have an idea," Stiles murmured to me. He grabbed the fire extinguisher. Realizing what he was doing, I opened the tube. White fog came spitting out of it.
"Stiles…..Sammy….What just happened?" Scott whimpered, collapsing down onto the bench.
"You tried to kill us!" I exclaimed.
"It's like I told you before; it's the anger. It's your pulse rising. It's a trigger," Stiles said, sitting down next to him.
"But that's lacrosse. It's a pretty violent game, if you hadn't noticed!"
"Well, it's gonna be a lot more violent if you end up killing someone on the field. You can't play Saturday. You're gonna have to get out of the game," Stiles told Scott.
"But I'm first line!" Scott retorted.
"Scott, we only want what's best for you. We don't want you to get hurt, nor do we want other people to get hurt!" I told him.
"Yeah, you're not first line anymore!" Stiles said. I felt bad for Scott, but it was for the best.
"You know what this reminds me of? In Harry Potter and the Prizoner of Azkaban, when Harry, Ron, and Hermione find out that Professor Lupin is a werewolf, and he starts to lose control and he almost kills them and Lupin has to quit teaching Defence Against the Dark Arts. Which sucks because he was the best Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher of them all-" I said, trying to lighten the mood, but I was interrupted by Stiles.
"Can you please shut up about Harry Potter for once? Talk about Star Wars instead," Stiles groaned.
"You two are such nerds!" Scott laughed. I was happy that he was happy again. It must suck that he can't play lacrosse. If somebody told me that I couldn't write anymore, I would be crushed.
"Female Stilinski! What the hell are you doing in the boys' locker room?!" Coach Finstock yelled.
"Sorry, I'll just leave," I put my hands up in surrender, exiting the room.
ADELINE LAHEY
"Adeline, I'm home."
I looked up from my coloring book and smiled at my older brother, "Hi, Isaac!"
"How was school?" Isaac asked, ruffling my hair as he sat down onto the chair next to me.
"It was okay," I said, continuing my coloring, "There was a fight today."
"Oh really? Who was a part of it this time?"
"Liam Dunbar and this other kid….I forgot his name…"
"Liam Dunbar...wasn't he that kid who punched that girl, Haley or something?"
"Hayden," I corrected, "And yeah, that was two years ago, in sixth grade."
"Oh, right."
"But anyway, how was your day?"
"Don't tell dad, but I'm failing English," Isaac sighed, slouching, "But, I got myself a tutor! Samantha Stilinski. We're gonna start tomorrow in the library after school. I'll be done by six. Do you think you'll be fine till then?"
"I'll be fine. I'm a big girl!" I said, proudly.
Isaac snorted, "You say that, but you're coloring in a coloring book. Not mention you're still carrying that teddy bear around-"
"Hey! Don't insult Mr. Bear," I cried before hugging and reassuring Mr. Bear, "It's okay, Mr. Bear. Isaac's just mad because I can take care of myself, now."
"You're still talking to him?" my brother asked in disbelief, "Face it, Addie, you're still a 7-year-old."
"Alright, fine." I pouted before going back to the previous topic, "But, besides getting a tutor, was there anything else that happened? Anything with Rae?" Isaac had told me about his crush on her a year ago. From what I've heard from him, she's a super pretty, and super confident girl. I hope I can be like her, one day.
"Um, yeah, actually. Uh, my tutor, Sammy, found out I liked her. So she asked Rae if she liked me back. And she-uh-said she did."
I could tell he was lying, but I decided to play along, "I hope you two start dating soon."
"Um, I don't think so. She said, her-uh-parents said she's not allowed to date yet."
"Oh, that's too bad-" I started to say, but I was interrupted by Daddy barging in.
"Adeline, I thought I told you to shut up! And to do your homework. Why the hell are you coloring?!"
"Sorry, Daddy," I squeaked, "But I already finished my homework at school."
"It's not her fault, Dad," Isaac said, trying to defend me, "I just came home from school, and she just wanted to know how my day was-"
"Are you talking back to me?" Daddy said, glaring at Isaac, "I suppose I should take you downstairs to teach you a lesson."
"No, Daddy-"
"Shut up, you bitch," Daddy growled, causing me to flinch. "Look at what you've done, Isaac. She's learning to talk back to me. I guess the freezer will do you some good. But first…"
Before he could get to me, I held something I had drawn earlier, up for him to see, "Look, Daddy, I drew you a picture," I pointed, "See, that's me, and you, and Isaac, and Mommy!" Daddy snarled and ripped it in two.
Before I knew it, Daddy had grabbed me, dragging me down the hall to the broom closet. "I think you need to spend some time in the closet," Daddy said to me, throwing me in, "Use it to think about what you've done." No! Sometimes Daddy would lock me in here for hours, and I'd get so hungry. And I can only imagine how much worse it was for Isaac.
I could only manage to make eye-contact with Isaac for a second, a terrified look on his face, before Daddy slammed the door closed, leaving me in the small, dark closet.
RAEGAN MCCALL
At home, I was making a frozen pizza for Scott and I, since mom said she was coming home late. I was multitasking between reading the directions on the pizza box and watching an episode of my favorite show, The Vampire Diaries, on the TV. Scott was in his room video chatting with Stiles. But as soon as I opened the pizza box, I heard yells from upstairs. Abandoning the pizza, I ran upstairs. I barged into Scott's room and asked, "What's wrong?!"
Scott looked and me and said, "Derek."
"What happened?"
"Derek warned me not to play in the game."
"In a very aggressive way," Stiles yelled from the computer.
"Well, he must've warned you for a reason," I said.
"Why are you defending him? He almost broke his arm."
Scott grinned, "She's only defending him because she thinks he's hot."
"Am not!" I retorted.
"Are too."
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Listen, I think there's something you two aren't telling me. Isn't there?" Scott and Stiles exchanged glances. "Ha! I knew it. Spill the beans."
"Okay, fine. During practice today… I kinda wolfed out."
"What do you mean by "kinda"?"
Stiles answered, "He means he completely wolfed out. But thankfully, no one saw."
I shook my head at them, "I think you should listen to Derek."
Scott nodded his head, "I'm gonna have to; he threatened to kill me."
I went over to Scott's laptap and ended the video chat, then gave him a hug, "I'm sorry, Scott. I know how excited you were to be in First Line."
He nodded solemnly when I let go, "Yeah. But I don't want to hurt anyone. Or reveal ourselves to the world." He was such a sweet little brother.
"I know Scott… Everything is going to turn out okay soon," I told him.
"Promise?" he asked, with his puppy dog eyes.
"Promise," I smiled as I pulled him in for another hug.
SAMANTHA STILINSKI
"Hey," I greeted Allison at school.
"Hey, I was thinking that we could all meet up after the lacrosse game. You, me, Lydia, Jackson, and Scott. Stiles could even come, if he wants," Allison smiled.
"I'm okay with it, but did you ask Scott? I heard he wasn't playing first line," I said as we walked to French class together.
"Bummer," Allison pouted.
"Why? Is it because you like him? Is it because you think he's cute? I mean, he was your date at that party," I smirked. I just loved romance so much. Allison blushed and pushed me playfully.
|| Teen Wolf ||
After class was over, I waited for Allison to pack her things up.
"Aren't you supposed to tutor someone today?" she questioned.
"Ugh, don't remind me. He probably hates me. I tried to set him up with Rae, and it didn't exactly work out."
"He'll probably get over it. Don't worry," Allison chuckled and said goodbye.
Great, I can't stall anymore. I seriously hope that the session wouldn't be awkward. But knowing me, it will probably turn out awkward. I cursed myself silently for trying to set Isaac up with Rae.
"Hey," Isaac greeted when I approached him in the library. He was busy writing something down. He was probably doing it to ignore me. He hates me. He has a reason to hate me. I hate myself for doing that to him. Why did I have to mess everything up?
"Hi," I smiled weakly. "I'm really sorry about what happened the other day. I'm known as "the matchmaker" because I'm always playing Cupid, trying to set people up together. Usually, I'm successful. And being the idiot I am, I thought I could get you and Rae together, knowing that she doesn't date. She just-" I cut myself off before I could make this any worse.
"Yeah, I know. She doesn't date, she just sleeps around. I don't know why I like her," he said, shaking his head at the ground.
"Oh my god, I'm such an idiot. There I go again. I'm so sorr-"
"I'm fine. Really. I was sad about it for a while, but I'm okay now. I promise!" he chuckled.
"Thank god! Let's talk about poetry!" I smiled, sitting down, next to him.
RAEGAN MCCALL
After school, Scott told Stiles and Sam to come to our house because he claimed he had found something about the body. When the three of us went into his room, with Stiles barely containing his excitement, the first thing he said was, "Allison had her jacket today."
"Cool beans. So, what about the body?" I asked, putting my hands on my hips.
"No, wait, listen; It was the same jacket Derek took, from the night I turned. He gave it back to her. So I went to his house to tell him to leave her alone. And I found something there."
"Are you kidding? What?" Stiles asked.
"There's something buried there. I smelled blood," said Scott. Holy crap.
"That's awesome. I mean, terrible. Who's?" asked Stiles.
"I don't know," answered Scott, "But when we do, your dad nails Derek for the murder. Then the three of you can help me play lacrosse without changing. Because there's no way I'm not playing that game."
"What? No! For the hundredth time; he can't be the murderer! You're pinning a murder on a innocent man who's just trying to help you," I exclaimed.
"How do you know? Tell me. Give me some evidence that he's not the killer," Scott said, crossing his arms.
"I just know, okay?!"
"Please. She just doesn't want him to go to jail because she has the hots for him," Stiles said. Well, it was partly true. I don't know what the hell the other part is. I just... get a good vibe from him. Trust me, I could spot an evil man when I saw one. I've had lots of experiences with them. Just because Derek's brooding, tall, dark, and mysterious, doesn't mean he's a murderer.
"Raegan…" Sam said, looking at me in exasperation.
"You know what? Whatever. You'll see, I'm right," with that, I made my dramatic exit.
SAMANTHA STILINSKI
After Rae left, I said, "Guys, what if she is right?" They gave me a look, and I added, "Not about him not being the murderer, because he totally is, all evidence points to it. But I think she's right about him trying to help you. I saw how you almost turned on the field yesterday."
"I know, maybe not the three, but at least the two of you can help me control it. I know you can. But, right now, the goal is to put Derek behind bars. And I know exactly how to do it," he got up from his chair, "Let's go to the hospital."
Stiles smiled, and ran ahead of us, "I'll drive." Scott followed, and after a deep breath, I went after them.
|| Teen Wolf ||
At the hospital, Scott went into the morgue to see if the scent from the girl's dead body was the same as the one from Derek's backyard, while Stiles and I kept watch. We were walking to the waiting area, when Stiles stopped abruptly, making me almost fall. "What?" I hissed. He motioned to Lydia, who was sitting in one of the chairs. Crap! I backtracked but before I could stop him, Stiles took a seat next to her. Lydia could not see me here. She'd ask what I was doing here, and she'd see right through my lies. I sat in a seat around the corner to them, so I could hear them in case Stiles mentioned me. I pretended to read a magazine to not look suspicious.
I listened into the conversation. He was basically admitting his undying love for her, in an embarrassing way, might I add. A few seconds later, he realized she was on Bluetooth the whole time. I almost burst out laughing. She hadn't paid attention to a word he'd said. What a doof. When he came up to me, I was laughing.
"Shut up," he said. Then Scott came.
"The scent was the same," he informed.
"Are you sure?" asked Stiles.
"Yes. Which means Derek buried the other half of the body."
"Oh god. I know what that means," I said dryly, "We're gonna dig up the body. Of course. Can't you guys do something normal for once? Like... a Star Wars marathon. Or Laser tagging. Or video games. Or even Pokémon. Nope. We spend our free time digging up dead bodies. C'mon, that's only cool in Supernatural," I said, referring to my second favorite show. First, being The Vampire Diaries. Rae had introduced it to me in fourth grade. I wonder if she still watched it… I turned back to Scott and Stiles, they looked at each other and shrugged. I groaned.
The three of us were waiting in Stiles' jeep, for Derek to leave. Finally, about ten minutes later, he left.
We quietly got out of the jeep and Scott tried to find the place where it was buried again. When he found it, he yelled, "Over here." Then for the next ten minutes they dug, until Stiles groaned in exhaustion and slumped down onto the ground.
"It'd be really nice and faster if you helped, Sammy," Stiles suggested.
"No way! I just cleaned my nails. I don't want dirt in them," I answered.
"Could you sound more like a girl?" Stiles remarked.
"I am a girl, remember," I said, mocking his voice.
"Guys, as much as it is amusing to me when you guys fight, we need to hurry up before Derek comes back," Scott said. Then they got back to work. Finally, after another five minutes of them digging and me playing Candy Crush, they hit something. They started moving the rest of the dirt with their hands. It was a big, long bag tied with rope. They started untying the rope as fast as they could. I edged closer, curiosity taking over. They flipped it open, and we all jumped back and screamed. It was a giant wolf's upper body.
"Holy crap. I thought you said it was a body as in human?" I cried.
"Yeah, not a freaking wolf," Stiles said.
Scott remarked, "I knew it smelled odd.".
"This doesn't make sense," Stiles murmured to himself.
"We should get out of here," Scott mumbled.
"I second that," I replied. But then Stiles froze. "What?" I asked.
"Do you see that flower?" he asked.
"This ain't no time to be gettin' all Better Home and Gardens on us," I said.
"What?" he asked, still dazed, "No dumb shit. It's wolfsbane."
I widened my eyes, "Wolfsbane as in the werewolf repellant plant?"
"Werewolf repellant?" Scott asked, as usual, clueless.
"You are so unprepared for this," Stiles muttered to him before picking up the wolfsbane, that was in a spiral around the wolf.
"How did you two know about it?" Scott asked.
"Vampire Diaries," Stiles mumbled, ashamed, slowing unwinding the wolfsbane.
I laughed, "See, my corny TV shows weren't totally worthless."
After Stiles was done taking the wolfsbane out, Scott said breathlessly, "Guys." He was looking in the hole. I looked in, and I'm pretty sure my mouth fell open. There, where the wolf had previously been, was a girl. The other half of the dead girl. That meant...that Derek was the killer.
Authors' Notes:
So my character, Adeline Lahey, has made her first appearance! I'm not exactly sure yet, but I think you'll be seeing Adeline a few more times in Season 1. I hope you guys will like her as much as we all hope you guys will like Rae and Sammy. We have a lot in store for these three girls, so we hope you stick around! Please vote/favorite, and if you have any questions or comments, please comment! Thank you!
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