Once everyone else left, Emma walked Scott out to Stiles' Jeep, which was given to him after Stiles went back to Beacon Hills.

"So, what's going on?" Emma asked, putting her hands in her pockets.

"What do you mean?" Scott questioned, quirking a brow.

Emma shrugged and said, "I mean, when Noah said you were the True Alpha…you seemed a little freaked."

Scott sighed and told Emma, "I'm worried that I am no longer a True Alpha."

"Because you killed Drake?"

Scott nodded. "I've been having nightmares about becoming a monster like Peter."

"Well, can you still turn into a regular wolf?"

"Yeah."

"Then I'm sure you don't have to worry about turning into a monster like Peter did." Emma put a hand on Scott's shoulder, causing him to smile at her. "Also," she put another hand on his other shoulder, "if you are no longer a TRUE Alpha, it doesn't mean that you aren't an Alpha, nor does it mean that you are a bad person." She cupped his face in her hands and gave him a confident smile.

Scott placed his hands over hers and thanked her.

"You're welcome."

The two then hugged and Scott went to his dorm room.

Later, Scott went into his dorm room and saw his roommate sitting at their desk. "Hey, Gabriel," Scott greeted as he entered the room.

"Hey, Scott," Gabriel returned the greeting. (Imagine Christian Navarro). "How was seeing Emma?"

"Good." Scott plopped down onto his bed, the bed in the room being a bunk bed with Scott having the bottom bunk.

"So, how is your high school crush?" Gabriel delivered the second question in a mockingly sweet voice and turned to smile at Scott cockily.

Scott turned to him with an agitated smile. "I hate it when you call her that."

Gabriel turned back to his laptop to continue what he was doing and said, "You say that like it'll make me stop…but it won't."

"Trust me; I didn't think that it would."

"So, are you still going to the party tonight? You moved into the dorms a little while ago and you still haven't met anyone besides me."

Scott shrugged and noted that usually happens when someone decides to move into the dorms in the middle of the semester.

"So, that's a 'yes'?"

Scott chuckled and agreed to attend.

The next day, Noah went into his English Review class and the teacher announced that he had a surprise.

A young man with dark hair (Imagine Adam Hagenbuch) entered the class and the teacher pointed the man out and said that was the surprise.

All the girls began to whisper amongst themselves, while also gawking at him, as he made his way next to their teacher, and the boys, excluding Noah, all narrowed their eyes.

"This, class, is Mr. Young." The teacher introduced him to the class.

"Please," he lightly chuckled, "just call me Hector."

"Alright. Well, class, Hector here will be an understudy. He plans to become a substitute teacher here at Lakewood for me and maybe become a teacher full time."

"That's right." Hector sat his bag next to the front desk. "I have also been given permission to make suggestions in class and hopefully, they will be good ones."

"I'm sure they will, but let's go ahead and test one shall we? We just finished a book. Would you like to make a suggestion as to what we should read next?"

Hector shrugged and asked if they had read Frankenstein as a class yet.

The teacher asked if anyone had read Frankenstein before.

Being the only one to do so, Noah raised his hand and informed them he had read the book a few summers back.

"Anyone else?" Hector asked, but no one raised their hand. "Well, uh, what's your name?" He asked Noah.

"Noah Foster." The teen answered.

Hector then inquired Noah if there was anything he could tell the class about Frankenstein, without giving spoilers.

"Sure." Noah replied. "The book sounds cut and dry at first, a 'man versus monster' type story, but there are a good amount of layers to the story. One of those layers being peeled back by the words of the monster itself."

Hector smiled at Noah and then class started as usual.

After the class, Hector came up to Noah as Noah was at his locker, getting his book for the next class.

"Good job in there." Hector unwarrantedly complimented Noah.

"On talking about a book?" Noah lightly chuckled.

"Well, you were the only one to have read the book before."

"True. I've also seen the movie."

"Which one?" Hector crossed his arms, skeptical of Noah's answer. "The original 1930's or the 1990's remake?"

"I haven't found a way to watch the 1930's original without pirating it yet."

"So, just the 1990's version?"

"Sadly." Noah put his book into his bag, with a slightly disappointed look on his face.

Then the late bell rang.

Noah threw his bag over his shoulder. "Sorry, but I've got to get to my next class."

"No worries, listen, I can give you the original on DVD tomorrow for you to take home."

"Oh!" Noah exclaimed as he was backing away to leave. "That would be awesome, thank you." He waved and jogged off to his class.

Hector grinned and walked back into the class room.

Emma ran into work, after school, went to the back to put on her apron, signed in, and took her place behind the counter. She smiled at the first customer and welcomed them to the Grindhouse.

A grown man with short dark hair thanked Emma and looked at her quizzically (imagine Tom Cavanagh).

"Yes?" Emma tried to ask as politely as possible.

"Are you Emma Duval?" The man asked.

"I am." Emma looked down with a small smile, clearly feeling awkward.

"I'm sorry. I'm not going to bombard you with multiple questions. I was just curious because I'm new to Lakewood and seeing, essentially, its poster girl…is a little overwhelming."

Still feeling awkward, but becoming a bit more comfortable, Emma told the man that she didn't think she was the 'poster girl' of Lakewood.

"I'm sorry if that was a little offensive."

"No, it's fine. You said you're new to Lakewood, did you just move here?"

"Oh no, I'm only here for a few months. I'm a photographer for a journal and yes, we do have a website for all our journals and my photos." The man smiled at Emma.

Emma laughed a little and asked for the man's order and his name.

"T.J." He answered her. "T.J. Kane."

"Nice to meet you, T.J. Kane." Emma told T.J. the amount he had to pay and started making his coffee.

Emma handed T.J. his coffee and he posed a question, wondering if he could give her an interview and take a few photographs of her as well.

"I promise, I will not ask about the murders. I will only ask about who you are as a person."

Emma informed him she wasn't too sure and needed to think about his offer.

He said he understood; he then gave her his card, making a joke about how outdated that is, and thanked her for the coffee as he left. Once Troy was out the door though, he turned around and snapped a picture of Emma as she spoke to a customer; he smiled at his camera and finally left.