Gahhhhhh! I said I'd update Friday... BUT IT'S TUESDAY! Sorry guys! Some personal stuff was going on, and I didn't get the chance to update.

But I'm here now, right? I didn't forget about you guys, I swear! Now, onto the chapter.

I was having an awesome action-filled dream about me being an FBI agent, when suddenly I was rudely awoken.

Dang it!

"Ari. Ari... ARI! Get up! Time for school. Don't make me pour ice water on you like I did to Stiles." Scott's voice rang through my ears. I groaned, sitting up on the couch.

"You... you poured water on him?" I asked sleepily, rubbing my tired eyes.

He only smirked as an angry, tired-looking Stiles came stomping in the room, water dripping all down his head. I didn't even bother hiding my laughter as he glared at Scott, and now me thanks to my laughter.

"Remind me again why we're up so early?" I wondered, slowly throwing the thin blanket off of me and standing to my feet.

"School. You're now known as Ari Capelli, remember?" Stiles rose an eyebrow at me after he got a towel and dried himself.

"Oh. Yeah." I mumbled. "Can we stop by the Hale house so I can change into different clothes?" I questioned as we headed to the kitchen.

They both started helping themselves to bowls of cereal. I followed their actions, choosing a box of Cocoa Krispies from Scott's pantry.

"Yeah, sure." Scott said, before handing me the milk. I poured some onto my cereal, before turning around to put it back in the fridge, resulting in me accidentally yawning in Stiles' face. When did he get behind me?

"While you're at it, please brush your teeth. Seriously." Stiles said disgustedly, before passing me.

"Oops. Sorry." I mumbled tiredly, slightly laughing on the inside at his reaction, but kept it to myself.

After we finished breakfast, we all hopped in Stiles' blue jeep. Well, after cleaning up the huge mess we made while watching movies and eating junk food last night, of course.

We had quickly swung by the Hale house, so I could do what I had said I was doing. I grabbed whatever was clean, throwing it on (after making sure Derek wasn't in the house), then followed Stiles' commands and brushed my teeth, as well.

We finally made it to school a few minutes later.

Walking through the parking lot and up to the building, it just seemed like your average high school. It probably wasn't that different from the one I used to go to, before my parents had yanked me out of school about 6 months ago, and before I had fled to Beacon Hills, of course.

It's a good thing I had actually done my school work at home and stuff, so grades wouldn't be a problem, at least.

One less thing to worry about.

Scott and Stiles walked with me to the office (even though I told them I'd be fine by myself). I got my schedule and everything. Before I even got a chance to even glance at it, Stiles oh-so-rudely ripped it out of my hand, then informed me of all the classes I had with them.

I had home room with both, P.E/health with both, including Allison, 3rd period English with Scott, and 5th period Art class with Stiles and Allison. I'd see them all at lunch, too.

The had bell eventually rang, and we made our way to homeroom.

I won't bore you with all the details of being the new kid. It just went by like an average school day, except I was bombarded with questions about my name, where I'm from, etc. by random people all day.

But that's what happens when you're the new kid, right? So what can ya do?

Nothing.

All day, though, I was trying to act all sneaky and ninja, as to avoid any possible encounters with Lydia or Jackson.

Especially Jackson.

I had managed to go the entire day without seeing any sign of them.

Well, I should say, I had managed to go the entire day without making any contact with them. But it's not exactly easy to do when Lydia has basically the exact same schedule as me.

I have pretty bad luck, don't I?

After school, Scott and Stiles had made me watch them practice with the lacrosse team. It was apparently a big deal around here.

Basketball was the 'in' thing for guys to do at my old school, so this was new to me.

As I sat on the bleachers doing some homework, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around, only to see Allison.

"Hey, Ari. " She greeted me, smiling.

"Hey." I replied with a slight smile.

"So how was your first day?" She asked conversationally as we watched Scott get shoved into play the game, me occasionally scribbling down answers to boring math problems.

"Eh... pretty good, I guess. Being the new kid sucks. I hate all the attention and stuff, it's annoying." We laughed a little.

"Yeah, I know what you mean. A few weeks before I met you, I was considered the 'new girl'. But now I'm apparently off the hook, since you came around." She laughed.

"Oh, great. You're welcome, I guess." I said sarcastically, but smiled anyway, and she returned it.

Suddenly, though, her smile dropped as she saw looked at something, or someone, in the woods.

"Um... Scott sort of told me about you and Derek. I know it's totally not my business, but I think you should know that he's standing right there." She grimaced as my eyes narrowed.

"Where?" I asked slowly, looking around. She nodded her head in the direction.

I saw him, alright.

There, looking creepy as ever standing in the shadows, stood Derek Hale, just staring at me with a blank expression. I glared back.

What the heck was he doing here? Was he stalking me or something?

I thought I had made it clear that I now hated him.

Maybe he was just stupid. Yeah, that's probably it. I let out a frustrated sigh, turning back to the game.

But not before my werewolf hearing picked up on Derek's voice, talking to me.

"Ari. We have to talk. I need to explain what happened, it's not what you think. Meet me at the house at 4:30."

I think you guys should know... my two beloved fish, Rocky and Steel, passed away Friday and Saturday. R.I.P. little guys! I'll always love you!

As upset as that makes me, that isn't the same 'personal stuff' that caused me not to post a chapter. But anyway, I'll update soon, I promise.

BTW, I'm sorry if I got anything wrong while writing the whole 'school-thing'. Yes, I am American, but I've been home-schooled my whole life, so I'm just going by what my friends say about public school, other stories I've read, stuff like that. So, I apologize if something (regarding classes, teacher behavior, etc.) seems off or totally different than what real school is like for you.

Today's question: Who is your favorite band/singer/musician? It can be more than one, of course. My two favorite bands are probably Avenged Sevenfold and Metallica.