Dear Diary,

"I got an idea for my photography club 'homework' but I just don't know how I can do it. I want to take an underwater shot but I don't know if the school has cameras that can get wet or be submerged. I have all these great ideas but no motivation to do them. I want to do things, I want to make new friends, since my old one had decided I'm no longer worth her time… but instead I'm just… drowning"

Jesse was lying on the floor of her still dark bedroom, staring up at her ceiling of stars thinking about her last camping trip with Daniel. Her alarm had gone off fifteen minutes ago but she had no motivation to get up, the best she could do was roll out of bed and lay on the floor. It's like her soul was tired and no matter how much sleep she got it was never satisfactory.

Looking up at her make-shift night sky Jesse remembered a quote and decided to post it on her twitter, "Keep your eyes on the stars, and your feet on the ground" – Teddy Roosevelt. She was sure that the quote was meant to be an inspiring line about keeping your mind open but keep grounded; but Jesse was interpreting it a different way. She was using it as a motto for getting through the day. Keeping her mind wandering in her books or daydreams and her feet moving, because if she focused on reality or paused her steps for too long the blackness would surround her.

The school day was a blur of Jesse trying to focus on what the teachers were saying so she could complete her school work but she would eventually end up zoning out for the last 15 to 20 minutes of class. Once it was done, Jesse rode her scooter to the Stilinski's where she was still alone. She cleaned the bathrooms today and wiped off all the dusty ceiling fans and vents throughout the house. When she had walked into the kitchen she saw a pad of paper in what looked like Stiles' writing saying he had a lacrosse game at 6:30pm.

Jesse wasn't sure if the note was for his father to let him know why he was out late, or for her so she didn't have wait around for him to come home again. Jesse figured it was for his dad because she didn't really make much of a difference in his life enough for him to leave a note. Jesse looked at the clock and saw that it was 5:30 now and she was done with what she wanted to with work for the day… she could attempt to take her picture ideas at the pool while everyone else was at the lacrosse game? She would be alone and no doubt the school would be unlocked for the lacrosse players to get to the locker rooms. There was a long pause where Jesse had to convince herself that she would do this, her house was on the way to the school so she could drop off her bag and grab her swim suit…

"Fuck it" said Jesse as she rushed out of the Stilinski house just barely remembering to lock it behind her before hopping on her rusty scooter and zipping home in the fading light. She got home and shed her uniform shirt before grabbing her long untouched swimsuit and shoving it in her swim bag she had kicked under her bed. She looked for clothes that were easy to change into and out of while also keep her warm on the ride to the school. She settled on a long sleeved 'vans' tee shirt, and heavy flannel with black leggings. Her swimsuit was underneath, her feet shoved in her tennis shoes, and hair tossed up in a messy bun. She caught a glance of herself in the mirror and saw the old her looking back… all except for the eyes that were still dull and sad looking.

Instead of staring at herself in the mirror and falling deeper into her depression, she chose instead to be in action and rushed out the door towards the school to shoot her project. On the ride over she liked her sense of freedom she felt of doing her own thing and for a few moments not having this dark and heavy weight on her chest.

Jesse got to the school and it felt like she was in a trance and knew exactly what she was doing. She walked into the school through the rear entrance where the doors were conveniently unlocked. She then went to the art room/photography club headquarters and grabbed a camera. The school just happened to have one last digital underwater camera with different stands and glass plates to utilize getting different types of shots. Jesse vaguely remembered her art teacher going over how to use them before grabbing one as well. She then walked through the pool and to the swim team locker rooms.

Jesse stood inside the door for a minute and looked around at the place where she used to spend so much time and now felt like a foreigner. Jesse slowly walked deeper into the locker room and set her stuff down on the closest bench before changing out of her clothes. She then grabbed the camera and equipment and walked awkwardly out of the locker room. She wasn't sure why she was suddenly nervous, it's not like anyone was in the pool, and she had already "stolen" the school property. It was just weird being alone in the place that once felt like a second home to her. She walked over to the edge of the deep end and spent the next five minutes going over setting up the camera and trying the different stands and plates deciding on what she wanted to try first.

"Fuck it" she said out of frustration and put the camera around her neck before jumping in. The water was cold yet refreshing and familiar to Jesse as she dove underneath the surface and floated back up to the top. Once she breached the surface she took a deep breath of air to calm her nerves before grabbing the camera and spent the next 25 minutes taking pictures of different angles and positions trying to capture the emotion of "drowning".

Yeah, it was a sort of depressing emotion to choose but anyone could relate to the feeling of being overwhelmed by something to the point where you feel like you're barely hanging on. Chloe came back up to the surface and put her camera on the side of the pool when she sensed another presence in the room with her. She quickly glanced around but didn't see anyone. Instead of being the idiot girl who get murdered right away in the horror movie, Jesse decided sticking around the future crime scene was not a good idea and climbed out of the pool. She stood and began to go through her pictures while slowly walking back to the locker room. She was pleasantly surprised but some of the shot she had gotten when she ran into something hard.

"Jesucristo!" Jesse stumbled back while holding her camera equipment and looked up to see the potential murderer standing in front of her. He was the epitome of 'tall, dark, and handsome' with a body meant for sin. Jesse was a little shocked at herself and her thoughts when she was about to get murdered.

"Sorry for scaring you" Mr. sexy said to her and it took all her control not to lose her cool. Jesse stared at him out of awe that this perfect specimen of man was really in front of her, and unsure as to why he was in a high school swimming pool since he was obviously older and could do better. "My name is Derek" he told her holding out a hand. Jesse wanted to shake his hand but something was preventing her, and it wasn't just the camera equipment in her arms. He was almost too pretty…

"Jesse… why are you in a high school swimming pool?" she asked cutting right to the chase. She was hoping that it was to find her and make her his own but she had a suspicion he was a part of the "something going on in Beacon Hills" vibe she had been picking on. His smile faltered a bit before answering

"I'm waiting for someone, they told me to meet them here, I also wanted to take a walk around my old romping grounds… why are YOU in the swimming pool at night?" Derek asked her. Jesse felt her skin flush as she watched his gaze travel up and down her swim suit clad body.

"I'm on the swim team" she answered, not wanting to admit that she was basically taking underwater selfies. Derek gave her a disbelieving smile but just nodded while holding her gaze. Jesse felt trapped in his cerulean stare that was so intense, she could hear her heart beating in her ears and she was sure he could hear it too because she saw the smirk on his lips widen, accentuating his strong jaw line.

"Do you want to change out of your swim suit?" Derek asked and it shocked Jesse to the point where she swallowed her air wrong and nearly choked on it.

"What?" she asked in confusion, Is he coming on to me?!

"Just figured you probably want to put warmer clothes on, it's rather cold out tonight" Derek clarified with a soft chuckle in his voice. Jesse nodded stiffly before deciding to keep her mouth shut and just go change into her clothes and go home. Jesse dried off and changed back into her clothes quickly, she grabbed her camera equipment and went to open the door when suddenly she heard a loud crash followed by glass shattering. She froze and tried to hone in on the noise… it was silent for a few moments and Jesse thought her mind was playing tricks on her when she then heard yelling.

"Dios mio! They're killing each other out there!" Jesse whisper-yelled to herself. I knew Mr. Sexy was bad news! Jesse looked around trying to find another exit but there was only the one that led to the pool, that has got to be a fire code violation or something. Jesse decided that she would have a better chance at an escape without holding onto a ton of camera equipment so she put them inside a locker in the back corner of the locker room so it was less likely to be stumbled upon.

She then walked back towards the only exit pressing her ear up against the door listening for any sign of a drug deal gone bad or whatever was happening. It was relatively quiet so she opened the door a crack and peaked out. From her view point she couldn't see anyone, and everything looked and sounded eerily calm. She opened the door slightly more and stuck her head out to check if the coast was clear, again nothing. She opened the door more to take a step out when the door betrayed her and squeaked. Jesse grimaced as her heart dropped to her feet as a sense of dread came over her as she knew her element of surprise was blown. A loud shriek erupted across the pool echoing off the walls rattling her brain in terror. Jesse stepped out from behind the door just in time to see some humanoid type thing leap out of the glass ceiling causing it to shatter. Jesse stared after it for a few moments trying to take in what she saw… did she really see that?

"Que diablos?!" Jesse voiced still staring up at the ceiling in awe and fear.

"Jess?" she heard a weak voice. She recognized that whine from many a witnessed seizure. Jess turned around to look for Erica but what she saw was a hunched over figure with sharp teeth and glowing yellow eyes. Jess was frozen in fear while staring at the monster in front of her. "Jess?" she heard Erica whine again and it snapped her out of her paralysis long enough to call out

"Erica where are you?" while backing up and not taking her eyes off the beast in front of her. Jesse heard a groan from behind her and finally tore her gaze to look down and found Erica on the floor. Jesse quickly knelt next to her and helped her sit up "We gotta go" Jesse said trying to save her friend from whatever was going on here. She looked back over towards the hunched creature with glowing eyes and her jaw dropped. The creature stood to become a young male with brown eyes… it was Scott.

"Jesse I can explain-" Scott tried saying to her but she was so confused and terrified that she took an involuntary lurch backwards while standing clumsily. She jerked Erica to stand up with her and pulled her towards the exit. What the hell is going on?! What the hell is Scott?! Why is this happening?! How long has this been a thing?!

"What the hell is wrong with you Scott?!" Jesse barked taking larger steps backwards towards her escape route.

"Jess?" she heard another familiar voice and looked over to see Stiles soaking wet on the ground next to that Derek guy. Her heart dropped once again to her feet in dread.

"What are you doing here? What the hell is going on?!" Jesse cried trying to pull Erica along with her.

"Jess STOP!" Erica said ripping her hand away from her and stepping away. Jesse looked at her confused and pleading to get them out of here to explain what was happening. Erica fast walked over to Derek and helped him up… she was in on it, she was with him. Jess stood there a moment staring at the four of them next to the pool in disbelief, not understanding what she had seen or who she was looking at anymore she turned and ran out the exit.

"Jess!?" she heard her name called back by the people who bad betrayed her, the people who lied to her, and most likely wanted to kill her now since she knew their secret. Jesse began running to get back to her Moped to try and get the hell out of there when her wrist was grabbed and she was spun around. Jesse was relieved only slightly that it was Erica as she pulled her arm away.

"What the hell is going on Erica? Is this what you warned me about?" Erica nodded her head.

"It gets a lot more complicated than that" Erica said before her face formed into a snarl and her eyes glowed yellow as well. SHE'S ONE OF THEM! Jesse thought as she screamed and backed away as fast as she could from her former friend. "Jess stop screaming" Erica told her in a condescending tone that made Jess shut her mouth in shock. "I know it sounds crazy and like some bad teen movie but we're werewolves, Scott, Isaac, Boyd, Derek and I are all werewolves and involved in the supernatural… and that thing you saw was one of the things that we are trying to save everyone like you from" Erica told her stepping closer. Jesse wanted to believe her, she had just witnessed it… seeing is believing; but the rational part of her brain told her this is bull shit and to just run for it. Which is what she did as she left behind her former best friend with the rest of the monsters.

Dear Diary,

"What the hell is going on? Werewolves aren't real?! What is she trying to spin here?! What is She?! What is going on?! How did she get involved in this? How did Stiles get involved in this? Who else knew? Am I a target now because I know?"

The next morning it took Jesse a longer time than usual to leave for school not just for lack of motivation but also that fact that she might run into them… what do they want with her? When she arrived, she didn't have the chance to avoid them because she was immediately called into the office where the Principal and the Sheriff were waiting for her. John was giving her a disappointed look while the Principal was giving her a stern look as she stared back at them in confusion. Apparently, during the investigation of the broken window in the pool the locker containing the camera equipment and her cell phone was discovered. Now they were blaming the entire thing on her and chalking it up to "acting out" since her father had died.

Jesse tried explaining her side of the story but quickly realized the truth sounded crazy so she settled for the half-truth. She said she was there taking pictures for her photography club, she went to change and heard some noises that scared her so she stashed the camera and booked it out of there.

"Why didn't you find an adult? Or call the police then?" the elderly and intense principal asked her. Jesse didn't have a good answer for that other than "I was scared". The Sheriff's face lightened considerably and he rested a hand on her shoulder

"It's ok Jesse" but was cut off by Principal Argent.

"OK? This young delinquent owes the school a new glass ceiling" he informed both the Sheriff and Jesse who stared back at him in disbelief.

"What?" Jesse asked as she felt her throat clench up and her eyes start to water.

"Usted debe el dinero de la escuela" said Argent looking directly at her with an annoyed look on his face and a condescending tone in his voice.

"Whoa there Principal Argent, think about it… there is no way she could've thrown something that hard and that high up to break an entire glass ceiling window" the Sheriff reasoned. Argent sighed begrudgingly and sat back in his seat.

"That does make sense, but you did still steal a camera which is school property" he argued.

"It was for a photography project, it never left school grounds" Chloe tried to bargain. Argent just kept looking down his nose at her and a rage began to rise in Jesse's stomach.

"How about Chloe serves a few hours of community service with me after school as punishment for the photography equipment and the school's insurance covers the new window?" Sheriff Stilinski offered as a solution. Eventually, Principal Argent agreed and let the incident pass before letting Jesse leave. Sheriff Stilinski walked her out of the office. He walked her back towards the front the school where his cruiser was parked.

"So what's my punishment John" she asked bitterly. The Sheriff stopped and looked down at the girl he had watched grow up and gave her a pitying look.

"You have to come to my house and do your job, and cook some more of that delicious casserole, and on occasion have dinner with me when my son is out galivanting doing god knows what" he told her and Jesse couldn't help the sob that escaped her throat as a tear fell. Sheriff John Stilinski pulled Jesse into a hug to comfort her "Argent is a racist prick" he murmured and made Chloe squeeze harder. She was angry at the Principal for profiling her, but also in fear at the knowledge just what it was that his son was doing. He was off running around with werewolves and that scared the crap out of me.

Dear Diary,

"Principal Argent is a racist ass hole; he is also Allison's grandfather. Allison is dating Scott who is a werewolf. Allison's family are humans that hunt werewolves. This was all explained during my mandatory "community service hours" at my job cleaning the Stilinski's. Stiles cornered me in the living room and spastically confirmed what Erica told me and what I saw jump through the window… it was the same thing that attacked him at the mechanic. He sat me down and gave me the abridged version of everything that happened last semester that happened right under my nose with Peter and Derek. Allison's psycho Aunt story made sense now but my entire sense of reality didn't. I got no work done the rest of the day, not even school work. My photography teacher wasn't even mad about the equipment after he saw my pictures, told me I have a real knack for photography. I honestly just think I'm good at expressing the feeling of drowning because it's all I know it real at this point".