*First Period English 2*

Isaac was sitting on Scott's right, in the middle of the class, tapping his pencil against his notebook as he waited for Miss Thompson to finish taking roll and start class. Suddenly he could hear someone talking about not having a pencil, but no one responded. Slowly he looked around the class, wondering who it was that needed the pencil but he didn't see anyone, and then the girl kept talking without Isaac having heard a response at all. Did that mean a phone conversation? Who the hell was brave enough to pull out a phone in class? Isaac looked around once more but none of the girls were on their phones, so… who was he hearing?

He turned to Scott asking if he knew who needed a pencil but his brother just shrugged and looked confused. As he started to turn back to his own desk, someone outside the window caught his eye. She was sitting on one of the benches out front and had her cell phone to her ear as she dug through her bag. As he stared at her, he heard more of her conversation, apparently with her Mom.

"Dude, Isaac, what are you staring at?" Stiles whispered from behind him. At his voice, Scott also turned to see what was up.

Isaac pointed out the window with his chin, "I just heard that girl out there tell her Mom that she didn't have a pencil, and that it wasn't a great start to her morning."

Scott turned and looked out the window, small smile coming to his cheeks, Stiles on the other hand focused on the absurdity of Isaac's statement.

"You heard her? Dude, she's outside!" Stiles hissed in disbelief.

"Now she's saying good-bye to her Mom because the vice principal is coming to show her to her first class," was all Isaac whispered back, voice just as disbelieving.

The three of them watched as, just a moment later, Mr. Nash walked into sight and welcomed the girl. Both of his brothers turned to gape at Isaac but Isaac could do nothing but shrug at them. All three of them jumped with Miss Thompson cleared her throat and began teaching, her students all taking notes. A few minutes later the door opened and Mr. Nash came in, the girl following right behind him.

"Sorry to interrupt Miss Thompson, but I have a new student for you."

"No worries, we only just started, come on in and have a seat, Miss?"

"Allison, I'm Allison Argent," the girl introduced.

"Nice to meet you, there is an open seat behind Scott," Miss Thompson offered, pointing in the boy's direction.

Allison nodded her head and quickly sat, hoping that the staring would stop when the lesson started up again. She pulled out her notebook and sighed, wondering if anyone wanted to lend the new girl a pencil… But just then the boy in front of her turned around and offered her one.

"How-? Thanks, can I borrow it all day?" She asked, she didn't want him to think she was a pencil stealer.

"Yea, that's cool," he responded with a smile.

Allison smiled back shyly and ducked her head, maybe today wouldn't be so bad after all.

*Second Period Biology*

"Dude, Allison is so pretty, do you think maybe she'd go on a date with me?" Scott questioned as soon as they sat down.

Stiles, who was sitting in front of Scott now, thumped his head on his desk. Leave it to Scott to get caught up with a girl the moment he saw her. All he did was pass her a pencil! Stiles told him as much.

"Dude, you have no room to judge!" Scott snorted. "I have one name for you: Lydia Martin!"

"Dude, that is different and you know it! Lydia, she's a queen!"

Scott kicked his brother's chair, "Allison is too!"

"A queen wouldn't have come to school without a pencil," Stiles countered.

"Everyone is entitled to having a bad first day, clearly her family just moved here. I can tell though, she's perfect!" Scott was not to be swayed on the subject.

Stiles tuned him out though and ended up staring at Lydia, who was a few rows in front of him. He flashed back to when he first met her.

*3rd grade*

"You boys be good okay, Dad will be picking you three up," Melissa told them. It felt good to be able to say that now- they'd married just before the end of summer break and John had officially adopted her two boys and she Stiles. They were still getting used to it though so Stiles was yet to call her Mom.

"We'll be good, I promise," Isaac told her as he waved.

Melissa waited until the three of them were in the building before driving off, then she went off to perform a house-call. As soon as the boys were in, Stiles pulled his brothers forward, eager to get to class.

"Come on, we have to find the best seats!" he cried out.

Scott rolled his eyes, "I can't believe you're excited for school, I thought you hated school?"

"I hated our teacher, but some of the older kids told me that Miss Barnes was awesome, so I want to see for myself!"

The boys ran into their new classroom and looked around, seeing all the cool new posters set up on the walls. Even better, the teacher felt like they had outgrown the need for colored kiddie seats, now they had the regular blue seats like the other classes. They were on their way to being Big Kids finally! Suddenly Stiles let out a squeak and squeezed Scott's hand.

"Ow, what was that for?" Scott pouted as he yanked his hand away.

"She's beautiful," Stiles whispered in awe, his eyes wide and glazed over. "She must be a Princess or something… no, she's a Queen!"

Isaac turned and looked at him, assuming that Stiles was talking about their teacher, "Dude, she's OLD!"

"No she isn't, she's just perfect!" Stiles said.

Isaac peered back around at the teacher and made a face, which Stiles saw of course. "Ew, I'm not talking about Miss Barnes dummy, I'm talking about her!"

Scott and Isaac both looked to where Stiles was pointing, immediately spotting the girl he was infatuated with. Across the room was a girl with long, beautiful red hair, the loose curls framing her face.

"Look at her eyes, they are so green and pretty," Stiles mumbled.

"Hey, are my eyes pretty Stiles? You never compliment my eyes," Scott teased, fluttering his eyes at the taller boy.

"Ew, no, you have poopy brown eyes, hers- hers are a wonderful emerald color that sparkles," Stiles said, happy to explain the difference. Her eyes were exceptional!

Isaac couldn't help but laugh, "Scott doesn't have poopy brown eyes, they are more like coffee, and since Miss Melissa and the Sheriff love coffee, that means coffee must be awesome."

"Well I know who my favorite brother is!" Scott huffed, crossing his arms.

"Don't be whiny! You should be happy I don't find your eyes pretty, I can't be in love with my brother like that. But her, I'm in love with her!" Stiles explained.

The boys stood around as Miss Barnes called the class to order and asked them all to find seats. Stiles held his brothers back, telling them he wanted to see where the girl sat first, that way they could sit near her. After snagging a chair at the table right behind her, Miss Barnes started calling roll, and that's when he found out her name was Lydia- a beautiful name for his new Queen.

*Present Day*

"All these years and she still doesn't even know I exist," Stiles sighed.

"See, at least Allison knows I exist, she borrowed a pencil from me."

Stiles rolled his eyes and started taking notes, all it meant was he had to step up his game. He had learned early on that Lydia was smart, hell- she was super intelligent. But, she was also… if he was honest, slightly superficial and cared a lot about looks and popularity… And being a third string lacrosse player didn't exactly get one invited to the cool kids' parties. Maybe Scott was right, maybe he should give the tryouts his all today. If he could get some time on the field, Lydia would probably notice him then.

*Second Period World History*

Isaac took his usual seat, sighing as he pulled out his notebook, history was usually okay, but he knew that they were starting African history this semester. Normally that wouldn't be bad but… he'd heard from Boyd that his cousin believed Westover to be a little… well, whitewashed in his teachings. If they were going to be learning about the various countries of Africa, he'd want to actually learn about them, not just what some crappy American history book had to say about them.

"Hey Isaac," he heard from his right. He turned and smiled at Erica, he'd gotten to know both her and Boyd over the course of the year. They shared quite a few classes after all, and since he didn't have Scott or Stiles with him for most of the day, he liked having a few friends to talk with. "Hey Erica, how are you feeling today?" he asked.

She shrugged noncommittally and Isaac took that to mean she wasn't feeling her best today. On her other side, closest to the wall, Boyd leaned forward to frown at Isaac- apparently he took the same meaning from Erica's silent answer. Between them Erica crossed her arms and slouched a bit in her seat, she hated when they worried about her. It was all because of that one stupid video that got put up on the internet… she couldn't believe that some girl had thought her seizure was hilarious and recorded it when she was on the bathroom floor. Thankfully the teachers had talked the girl into taking down the video but the damage had been done, most of the kids in her year knew her face now. Erica was just happy that Isaac and Boyd refused to watch the video and hadn't said anything to her about it other than it was awful that someone would violate her like that. She was glad that she'd become friends with the both of them, but she had known Boyd a bit longer. They used to always sit outside for lunch their freshman year and eventually he came up to her and asked if they could share a table.

Isaac had luckily just been assigned into their group, along with another lacrosse player named Adam. It took him forever to crack Erica and Boyd but eventually they had warmed up to him before they completed the project. Erica had been so quiet and subdued, she wasn't used to someone wanting to get to know her, but eventually warmed up to him. And Boyd had seen that Isaac was being genuine and wanted to become their friend, so he opened up as well. The funniest part was when the four of them got together at his house after school to work on the project, Erica got all flustered every time Stiles walked by. It had taken most of the first semester after that before he finally got her to admit she had a crush on him. But he had to promise not to tell, which of course he wouldn't. Although he did try to get the two of them to sit with him and his brothers at lunch; he had been unsuccessful thus far.

Before they could push any further about how she was feeling, Mr. Westover started class by handing out a packet. "We're starting a new section today, so here is your usual packet, answer as many as the questions as you can."

Isaac waited until the girl in front of him, Ran, turned and passed him the packet; Mr. Westover had this habit of showing them just how much they'd learned. At the end of the section, he'd give them the same packet to fill out again, only hopefully they'd be able to answer more of the questions.

"Thanks," Isaac said as he grabbed the small stack. But Ran just gave him the slightest lift of her eyebrows in response. As he took one and then passed the rest behind him he turned and gave Erica a questioning look. He'd sat behind her all year and still hadn't managed to get a word out of her, not in math class either.

Erica had seen the lack of response and shrugged at her friend; at least it wasn't just Isaac she wasn't keen on talking to. Erica hadn't heard her say a word to anyone all year. For some reason though, it bothered Isaac- but he was a sweet guy that wanted to make friends with everyone. Almost everyone, Erica had heard him rant about Jackson enough to know he would never be on Isaac's buddy list. She couldn't help but smile to herself though when she heard Isaac sigh, he wasn't giving up yet. Instead of saying anything, Erica just picked up her pencil and started reading through the packet.

*Third Period Chemistry*

Erica sighed as she waved goodbye to Isaac and Boyd outside of Chem class, those two also happened to have Econ together. But she couldn't feel too bad she reminded herself as she took her seat- directly behind Stiles. Erica smiled to herself as she pulled out her book, it was her only class with Stiles so she felt really lucky that she got placed behind him. That way she could study him without others noticing that she wasn't looking at Harris. Plus Scott was her tablemate, so sometimes Stiles would turn back to her table and she'd get to see his face.

Class started like it usually did, Harris telling them his plan for the semester and then also finding a way to get a barb in at Stiles and Scott's expense. Then it was time to learn, Harris took his class very seriously, and his teaching method was just so boring… so no one could really blame her when she spent most of her time watching Stiles's fingers tap out a hectic rhythm on the desk instead of taking the best notes. She was passing the class so it didn't matter that much. About halfway through class, the worst thing happened, she got a very distinct metallic taste in her mouth.

"Not now," she whimpered quietly. She raised her hand, already she could feel the tingling in her fingertips as well. The tingling increased as she held her hand up, she had maybe 30 more seconds to get out in the hall at least. But Mr. Harris was of course facing the board. "Excuse me, Mr. Harris, can I go to the bathroom?" she asked, despite not being called on.

Harris sighed, without turning around, "No, Mr. Sanders isn't back yet. You'll have to wait."

"But this is an emergency," Erica cried out, putting her hand down before anyone else noticed the tremors. The taste in her mouth was stronger now.

This time Harris turned around and fixed her with a disapproving glare, "I said you'll have to wait Miss Reyes."

Erica whimpered and tried to take a deep breath; Stiles heard her and spun around to see what was wrong, just in time to see her fall out of her chair and onto the floor. Within moments Stiles and Scott were out of their seats and kneeling next to her, Stiles ripping off his hoodie to put under her head.

"Get her away from the desk, so she doesn't kick it," Scott ordered.

Stiles complied and carefully moved Erica further away from the desk and chair while Scott made sure she was still able to breathe. The seizure lasted maybe a minute before Erica's eyes came back into focus, her breathing a little labored.

"Hey, are you breathing okay?" Stiles asked quietly.

Erica turned and buried her face in the fabric under her head but nodded her head, yea… she was just fine- not!

"Mr. Stilinski, why don't you take her to the nurse, Scott, stay here and take notes, I won't allow both of you to wander the halls unsupervised. And at least this way Stilinski won't disturb the class," Harris said from over Stiles's shoulder. With that he turned and walked back to the front of class. "I expect the rest of you to be paying attention to me, not to Miss Reyes, class is still in session."

"Prick," Stiles muttereded as he helped Erica to her feet. Then he repacked her stuff and slung her bag over his shoulder. "Come on, let's get you to the nurse."

Erica let herself be led out of the classroom, her face hidden in his shoulder to ignore all the stares she was probably getting. If only Mr. Harris hadn't been so strict, she could have gone out into the hall, then no one would have seen it.

"Hey, you okay? You're looking kind of pale, you aren't going to have another one right? I read that back-to-back seizures are bad…" Stiles inquired.

"No, I'm fine… well okay, I'm not fine. But no, I'm not going to have a second seizure. At least not right now. That's never happened to me," Erica explained, looking down at the floor.

Stiles looked down at the girl under his arm, "Hey… this is nothing to be ashamed of you know… It's not like you can control it. You tried to get excused and Mr. Harris said no."

"I just hate that other people think it's funny and try to record it!" Erica cried out. "That first video got taken down, and since then I've had 2 more seizures at school. None of them have been posted, but that doesn't mean they haven't been recorded and sent out as emails instead!"

"That's complete bullshit by the way. Nothing about this is funny, I'm sorry that's happened to you. When I was younger, I had a panic attack at school and all the other kids laughed at me. I'm sure if cell phones had been a thing back then I'd be all over the internet too. The kids avoided me for awhile, like the attacks were contagious or something. That's not how we should treat people with disorders."

They slowly navigated the stairs and then he helped her into the nurse's office, "Hey, Nurse Hannah? Erica had a seizure in class."

"Oh my, Erica, you haven't missed a dose of your medicine have you?" the nurse asked, helping Erica into one of the cots.

"No, but over break I've had more seizures than normal. I have an appointment with my doctor, but not for three more days," Erica revealed glumly.

"Well I'll take care of you, did you need a pass Stiles?"

"Might as well, just in case another teacher sees me and doesn't believe me," Stiles replied. He'd seen the nurse often enough for her to recognize him on sight, something that seemed to comfort Erica. Maybe it was because she knew now that he spent a lot of time here too. "Bye Erica… Did you want me to tell anyone that you're here? Or are you going home?"

"No, I-I'm going to stay. I'm not going to let them chase me off. Unless of course I have another one… then I have to go to the hospital. If.. If you see Boyd, can you tell him?"

"Yea, I'll do that. Do you know what class he has? I'll look for him as soon as the bell rings," Stiles offered.

Erica smiled at him, "He's in Econ right now, um, with your brother."

"Oh, is it okay if I text him then, to at least tell Boyd I'm looking for him. I… I don't want to accidentally tell Isaac something you don't want him to know."

"You can tell Isaac, he's my friend too," Erica answered.

Stiles nodded his head and then said goodbye, pulling out his phone to text his brother on the way back to the second floor. Since Erica told him he could tell, he figured he might as well not hide it from Isaac, since he was friends with her too.

S: Dude… I got some bad news…
I: why are you txting in Chem? Harris is going to kill you
S: Because um, well I'm not in class. I'm supposed to tell Boyd, and you too, Erica had a seizure in class. I took her to the nurse
I: What? I'll tell him, we'll be there to see her as soon as we get out

Stiles sighed sadly and went back into class, it wasn't fair that a sweet girl like Erica had to go through that. It wasn't until then that he realized Erica had held onto his hoodie, but maybe it would give her some kind of strength.

*Lunch*

Isaac and Boyd tore out of class as soon as the bell rang, practically running Coach Finstock over. They tumbled into the nurse's office and immediately spotted Erica laying on the cot closest to them.

"Erica, how bad was it?" Boyd asked, sitting next to her.

"It was about a minute… I fell out of my chair in front of everyone. Harris wouldn't let me go to the bathroom," Erica mumbled.

"He didn't let you go to the bathroom?" Isaac repeated, anger seeping into his voice.

Erica nodded sadly, "One of the other students was out and he's strict about only one student out of class at a time. No exceptions."

"What happened then?" Boyd asked, rubbing small circles along her back.

"I'm… I'm not 100% I didn't lose consciousness but, I mean, I was a bit preoccupied. But, Scott and S-Stiles were both there, doing their best to help me. Stiles is the one that walked me here," Erica admitted, hands tangling in said boy's red hoodie. "I didn't really get to tell him thanks… he didn't laugh at me or act weird."

Isaac cracked a smile, "Yea, Stiles is good like that. He knows what it's like to be treated different."

Erica looked up at Isaac, eyes wide, "He told me that, about what happened in grade school. Kids are cruel."

Isaac nodded his head, although he was a bit surprised his brother had shared that memory with her. Stiles hated reminding people about his anxiety attacks, even if it's been a few years since he's had one.

"Hey Nurse Hannah, is it okay for Erica to head to lunch now?" Boyd wondered. Erica didn't usually want to eat so soon after a seizure, but he knew she didn't want to be sitting in the nurse's office either.

"Well, you're going to be with her right Boyd?" she asked in turn.

"I'll be with her for lunch and then 4th period, but we have different 5th period classes."

Nurse Hannah looked Erica over one more time, "She'll be fine by then, if nothing happens before that."

Erica quietly thanked the nurse and slid off the cot, letting her two friends lead her out of the office. "Do… Isaac, do you think Stiles would get mad if I borrowed this? At least until after school?"

He looked down at her and saw she was holding up the red sweatshirt, a small flush to her cheeks. "No, he won't mind," Isaac answered, a slight smile on his face.

Isaac pulled Erica into a hug before he made his way into the cafeteria while Boyd and Erica went to their usual table outside. As he entered he winced, wow, everyone was talking super loud today- they needed to calm down a bit. He dropped down between both of his brothers and put his head on the table, hands covering his ears.

"Dude, you got a headache or something?" Scott asked.

"No, but I will soon if all these people don't tone it down a tad, why are they talking so loud?" Isaac grumbled.

Stiles and Scott looked at each other, confused; it wasn't really louder today than any other day. Must be the start of a migraine or something, he was prone to some bad ones every once in awhile.

"Want some Advil or something? I got some in my locker," Stiles offered.

Isaac sat up and shook his head, "Naw, I'll get through it." Isaac stole a few fries off of Scott's tray and closed his eyes, trying to muffle the voices around him.

"Oh my god, Allison is sitting with Lydia!" Scott declared suddenly, causing Isaac to wince again.

"What? Oh man, she's so lucky! First day here and already she's friends with Lydia. Why must beautiful people flock together? Now you really don't have a chance dude, Lydia won't let her come within 10 feet of us," Stiles complained.

"Says you, she had no problem talking with me in English today. I just got to play it cool," Scott countered. His brothers just laughed at him, Scott shrugged, "I can play it cool if I need to! Maybe… Can't hurt to try right?"

*Lydia's Table*

"Jackson, meet my new best friend, Allison Argent. She just moved to Beacon Hills over break," Lydia introduced as she pulled the brunette down next to her.

Jackson glanced up from his crappy lunch and looked her over, "Hi, Jackson, captain of the lacrosse team and the swim team. We have second together right?"

"Isn't my boyfriend the best," Lydia gushed, stressing the word boyfriend and fixing Jackson with a pointed stare. Seriously, sometimes he acted like he didn't want to be dating her, especially when he checked out other girls like that.

"Yea, nice to officially meet you," Allison returned, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. He hadn't said anything to her but had offered her a flirty smile in Geometry and now she finds out he's Lydia's boyfriend... great.

"That's Danny, Jackson's best friend, goalie on the team, band geek, gay," Lydia continued to introduce. "Next to him is Dylan, his girlfriend Caitlin- they've been together for 3 years now, then we have Adam, a junior and the team sweetheart. And finishing up the table is Jordan and Cory- Jordan is just a freshman but he's shown a lot of promise so Jackson lets him sit with us. Cory, he's here because Tyler got himself on Jackson's bad side and got booted to the secondary table."

Allison looked over Jackson's shoulder, where Lydia was pointing to another table; she could tell that most of the boys at this table were close friends as well. It looked like the lacrosse team kept things to themselves, at least the older players. There was no way the entire team fit at two tables, so the new players, or maybe the 'losers,' had to find their own friends.

"Lydia, I doubt Allison needed to know I'm gay, that's not really a key part of my personality or anything," Danny said, surprised at the introduction. "The way you said it makes me sound super flamboyant or something, so she has to prepare herself."

Lydia smiled, "Nonsense, that's not how I meant it at all. You're one of my good friends, and not just because you're my boyfriend's best friend. If Allison might have an issue with homosexuals, I'd want to know sooner than later."

Allison flushed and looked around the table, "No, I don't, I'm uh, perfectly fine with that." Why would she have a problem with that? After all, she was bisexual, but well, she didn't really want to tell them that just yet.

"Good, then no problem," Lydia called out.

Allison offered an apologetic smile to Danny, even if he was openly gay with the others at the table, it must be annoying to get introduced like that to some new girl. Hence why she didn't exactly feel comfortable opening up about her own sexuality just yet. Danny smiled back at her, knowing it wasn't her fault- Lydia would do as Lydia pleased. And to him, her explanation made sense so he couldn't really be mad at her for that.

*Outside*

"Boyd, I'm worried about my seizures, I feel like they're getting worse, and they make me feel like a freak!" Erica complained. She had put on the hoodie and was slumped over the table, trying to make herself small.

Boyd sighed heavily, not really having anything to say to her that could cheer her up; they'd had this conversation a few times before. "Hopefully this time the doctor will find the right medicine for you. And at least now you know that Stiles isn't like the other kids that are laughing at you."

Erica hugged the sweatshirt closer to her, "I never thought he would, Stiles is a nice guy. I'm just glad he didn't completely freak out. God, that was so embarrassing, having an episode like that in the only class I share with him! Not before or after- life hates me."

Boyd pulled his friend into a one-armed hug, "Life doesn't hate you, it's just showing you that maybe you should get to know Stiles. Obviously he won't run away from you because of your epilepsy."

"We aren't even really friends, who knows how he really feels about my epilepsy. For all we know he's in there saying a silent prayer that he and his brothers don't have it." Erica pulled the hood up over her messy blonde hair and lay forward onto the table once more.

A/N: Ok, went from following just the boys to a bunch of different characters! Yay! I'm adding a few OC's to this story, but only one major one, Ran. Other than her, I'm trying to add in some lacrosse players and give them at least a little history, so you aren't all reading about the same few all the time. This gives me a few different guys to mention and whatnot. Ran on the other hand, is going to serve a bigger role in the story, but I'm slowly introducing her. For those of you that have read my story Newcomers, you'll already be familiar with Ran's character. She's pretty much going to be the same, except for the fact she won't be a mini-Werewolf XD I'm thinking of keeping her Human in this fic. I just like her character and I'm trying to incorporate more, diverse things into my writing and Ran (for those that don't know yet, a bit of a spoiler) is someone who communicates via ASL. She isn't deaf or mute, but her parents are deaf and don't speak, so Ran grew up in a quiet home.

Also, I'm not 100% on who will be dating who just yet. I like the idea of Stiles/Erica, since I usually write Boyd/Erica, I was thinking of mixing it up a bit. I like Stydia pairings, but I also love the idea of Erica/Stiles, so I'm leaning in that direction, sorry to all the Stydia fans. Plus, I made Allison Bi in this fic, and I'm not sure where I'm going to take that just yet. Please feel free to review and let me know your thoughts, I'm always open to discussion!