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"Okay please tell me you know who the hell that was?" Stiles exclaimed as he stared in shock at the medal doors that had just closed behind one of the most striking girls he had ever seen. She was short, half a head shorter than him, with large emerald green eyes. Her hair was a medium brown color, flowing down her back in smooth curls, and her pink lips were plump and full. While Lydia had classic beauty, this new girl was unique, intriguing. And Stiles was definitely intrigued.

"No I don't. I don't know what she is either." Scott said trying to inconspicuously sniff the air, trying to catch her scent. The fact that Derek seemed to be working with someone set him on edge and it would be worse if she was a werewolf in his pack.

"I'll tell you what she is: a babe!"

"Stiles, that's not what I mean!" Scott grit out through his teeth as his friend went into a dreamlike state. Leave it to Stiles to ignore the obvious.

"C'mon Scott! Did you not see her?" Stiles exclaimed throwing his hands up in the air, golden eyes wide.

"Stiles did you fail to notice the fact that she walked in with Derek Hale?"

"Oh yeah... I guess that does puts a damper on the hotness level... So what or who do you think she is? Another werewolf? Did Derek turn her? Is she Derek's girlfriend? What are they doing here?"

"Woah slow down Stiles! Seriously, how much Adderall have you had today?"

"Not much. Just some when I woke up, some before I left the house and some more when I got here...Okay, so a lot. But that doesn't matter! What do you think about her?" Stiles had started tapping his hand on his thigh, a sign of not being able to contain himself.

"I'm not sure. She's pretty, so I'll give you that, but I don't know what she is, if she even is something other than human. I don't know who she is either. Derek's never mentioned her before and I've never seen her around." Scott's head was spinning in all different directions, he had to kept everybody safe and this girl could possibly be a problem.

"Do you think she's dangerous?" Stiles asked lowly, voicing Scott's thoughts. Secretly Stiles hoped that Scott would say no; he wanted to get the chance to figure her out.

"I'm not sure, but we're about to find out." Scott answered, grabbing his backpack and heading through the metal doors and into the school.

Stiles sighed. "Why do I suddenly feel like Little Red Riding Hood?" Shaking his head, Stiles followed his friend.


Arden couldn't help but visibly grimace as the overly peppy lady in the office helped her get her schedule and her locker combination. Derek, taking a look at her face, laughed and grabbed her hand in his comfortingly.

"It's not going to be that bad Arden." He said as her hand gripped his back. "Everybody here is your age. It'll be good for you to meet new people."

Arden glared at him. "That's what you think. You're not the new girl in a school full of hormonal, whiny teenagers." Before Derek could reply the office aid returned with a few papers in hand.

"Okay Arden, here is your schedule, locker number and combination. Your books should already be in your locker. I hope you have a great first day at Beacon Hills, and if you need anything at all sweetie just come back here and I'll help you out." Her high pitched voice made Arden want to grab the stapler that sat on the front office desk and jam it violently against her head. Sensing her that her patience was wearing thin Derek started to drag her away from the annoying middle aged women.

"If I went to her with my hair on fire she'd probably smile and ask me how my day was going." Arden muttered pretending to gag. Derek let out a loud laugh, realizing just how much he had missed the brunette's sense of humor.

"Let's hope that doesn't happened then." Derek ruffled her hair affectionately. "You're too much of a hot head as it is."

Arden glared at him, fixing her mussed hair. "Hey! I rese-" Arden was cut off as she was suddenly roughly shoved against a row of lockers just outside the office, a low grunt escaping her lips.

"Scott what the hell are you doing!" Derek growled venomously at the tanned boy who had a tight grip on Arden's jacket, raising her a few inches off the ground. Arden frowned slightly as her toes tried to make contact with the floor. "You're making a scene you dumb ass." Arden looked at Derek seeing his strong jaw clenched, blue eyes blazing, and as she looked at Scott she saw the expression mirrored. Derek caught Arden's eye, giving her a look and she understood what he silently was saying to her. Don't react to what was happening, don't let him know how strong you are.

"Dude Scott, she's just a girl!" Another voice cried, and Arden's green eyes shot up to meet warm golden ones. For some reason the boy smiled widely at her, revealing a nice smile with perfectly straight, white teeth. He was shorter than Derek by a couple of inches, but Arden knew that he would still be taller than her, and had short, buzzed brown hair. His face was softer that most teenage boys, with a slightly up turned nose, and thin but soft looking lips. Arden couldn't help but think he was cute. The fact that he called her a girl though made her glare slightly at him.

"Stiles." Derek said to teen, nodding his head. Eyebrows furrowed Arden wondered if she had heard him correctly. Stiles? What kind of name is Stiles?

"Derek." He replied back. Scott rolled his eyes at the two before tightening his grip on Arden's shoulder, a soft gasp leaving her mouth as his claws pierced her soft skin. Derek's gaze snapped to them as he heard the soft noise, and a low threatening growl resounding from his chest.

"What're you doing here Derek? You haven't been around since the night Kate died, and you just suddenly decided to show your face on the day of her funeral? You're Alpha now, you got what you wanted all along, so stop messing with us." Today was Kate's burial service? Arden sighed to herself, at least this way she'd have another day to think about what she would say to the youngest Argent when she saw her. "Who is she Derek? The newest member of your pack?" Scott pulled her away from the lockers slightly before slamming her right back into them.

Both Derek and Stiles seemed to be shocked at how Scott was acting. Stiles moved forward to put a hand on Scott's shoulder, but Derek beat him to it, roughly grabbing his shoulder and shoving him away from Arden, Scott's hold on her breaking. Arden let out a breath as her feet touched the floor once again. She looked up at Derek, frowning when she saw his now red eyes glaring at Scott who glared back with bright yellow ones.

"Derek," she murmured softly, placing her hand on his arm.

"Are you okay?" He asked turning to look at her, his hand moving to rest on top of hers.

"I'm fine."

"Go ahead and go find your locker okay? I've got this handled."

"Are you sure?" She asked staring into his now green eyes. He nodded, kissing her head softly, before giving her a small shove down the hall. She smiled before walking towards her locker making sure to harshly bump her shoulder against Scott's as she went on her way.

Arden was walking down a relatively empty hallway when somebody who was walking by slammed into her, knocking her to the floor and sending her papers flying everywhere. Looking up, her green eyes caught sight of a tall, muscled boy walking like he owned the school, not bothering to spare a look her way. Sighing, her eyebrows furrowed, Arden turned back to her papers to start gathering them up, when a slightly pale hand beat her to it.

"That's Jackson Whitemore, resident playboy and meat-head. Are you okay?" Arden glanced up to see Isaac, his soft blue eyes looking at her concerned. A small smile graced her face as she grabbed the hand he offered her and stood up.

"I'm fine. Jackson you say? More like Jackass." Isaac chuckled lowly, still as cautious as earlier. Realizing that Isaac was still holding her papers Arden made a move to grab them from him but he simply ignored it, heading down the hall leaving Arden to follow.

"I guess that would fit better wouldn't it?" Isaac glanced down at the papers he was holding before stopping in front of a beat up metal locker. "Number 217. This should be you, the combination number is 6-5-2." He moved out of the way, letting Arden stand in front of her locker.

Biting her lip softly Arden stared at the foreign object that she was expected to somehow put the numbers in. How was she to explain that she never went to high school? That she had been home schooled and had completed her education several years ago. Arden suddenly felt more out of place than before. "Isaac, I-I don't know how..." She murmured afraid to turn around and face the young boy.

"That's okay," Isaac replied, not a single laugh leaving his lips. "I'll teach you." Being as gentle and as non-awkward as he could, Isaac reached around Arden, her back pressing lightly against his chest, resting his hand over hers on the cold metal lock. "You go to the first number, so 6. Then you're going to spin the dial around until you pass that number, then go to the second number 5. Finally go the opposite direction to the last number 2." He explained it slowly and mover her fingers with his, so she would understand. As he relocked the lock Arden could hear him swallow harshly, and wondered to herself if he could hear her heart thumping loudly in her chest.

"Now you try," Isaac said moving back slightly to give her more room. Arden concentrated hard on the metal object, turning it just as Isaac told her to and when a loud click sounded from the device she let out a sound of joy, turning to Isaac.

"I did it!" She cried craning her head up to smile at Isaac looking into his soft, warm blue eyes. He smiled down at her proudly and Arden had a feeling it was the first real smile he had smiled in a long time. A looked of concern flashed across Isaac's face, his head cocking to the side as he look into Arden's forest green orbs. "Arden wha-" Isaac started to say, but suddenly the school bell rang loudly signaling that they were late for first period. Arden's eyes widened as Isaac grabbed his head in pain gritting his teeth.

"It's the volume of the bell," Arden said her hand moving to softly rest on his shoulder. "Are you okay?" The pain seemed to have subsided as Isaac straightened up the concerned look returning to his face.

"I'll be fine, but are you okay? You smell like blood." Trying to avoid looking into Isaac's eyes, Arden glanced around her before answering.

"Oh my shoulder! Yeah I'm good just got a scratch on it. It should scab over soon though!" Arden absentmindedly placed a hand on her injured shoulder massaging. Isaac didn't seem to believe that she was okay though and as he looked around he saw the boys bathroom, an idea hitting him. Taking a few steps he check inside to make sure it was clear before returning to Arden's side.

"C'mon," He said lightly grasping her hand, dragging her behind him and into the restroom.

"Woah! Isaac what're you doing! What about first period?" Isaac locked the door before turning to face her.

"We'll be fine, it's empty in here during first period. You need to get your cut clean, I can smell it bleeding more." Arden sighed giving in to him and with Isaac's help removed her thick jacket, leaving her in just a tank top. Isaac let out a loud gasp, gripping the edge of the sink tightly in his hands.

"That's more than 'just a scratch' Arden! Who did this to you?" Isaac questioned trying to keep his tone cool.

"Scott," Arden replied sighing, tensing slightly when she saw his eyes shine a bright gold. "Isaac I'm okay though, I promise. I've been handling myself for years." Isaac seemed to calm down his eyes going back to the light blue that Arden was beginning to become familiar with. He smile lightly at her, a sight that Arden was starting to enjoy. Suddenly he grabbed her waist carefully hoisting her up onto the counter.

Controlling his breathing, Isaac grabbed some toilet paper, wetting it in the sink before pressing it to her shoulder gently. Isaac expected a hiss or a gasp of pain, but Arden had been cut too many times to count and pain rarely phased her much unless it caught her off guard. After cleaning the area, Isaac carefully dried it before softly applying a large band aid that he had pulled out of his back pack.

"Do you always carry such large band-aids around with you?" Arden asked softly, trying to break through his mysterious, hard exterior. Isaac tensed slightly before throwing all of the trash away. "You can talk to me you know. I know we've only known each other a few hours but if you trust Derek you can trust me." He nodded to her as she hopped gracefully off the sink. "Just don't let anyone else know okay? I'm not usually this nice." She laughed showing off her white teeth, and Isaac's heart soared.

"Why do I feel so protective of you? So close to you?" Isaac blurted out, cringing when he realized what he did.

"It's most likely because you're a werewolf now," She said as she placed her back pack strap on her uninjured shoulder. "You're part of Derek's pack and even though I'm not a werewolf, I've been around Derek for most of my life. Enough time for me to be considered part of his pack too." Walking towards Isaac she kissed his cheek softly. "I've got to go Isaac, thank you for everything. I'll see you at lunch." And with that she was gone, heading to first period.

"I don't think me being a werewolf now has much to do with it..." Isaac said to himself as he held a hand to his cheek fondly, staring longingly after the green eyed girl.


Okay you guys I am so so so sorry that this took so long to get out! I started my Junior year and everything since then has been crazy but i really wanted to get this out before the finale tonight! I have to admit that I kinda have a soft spot for Isaac, and I might have transferred that soft spot to Arden...sue me... I hope you all enjoy and please please review!