CJ followed his classmates out into the hallway as the bell rang. Looking up from his schedule he saw his twin and her strawberry-blonde haired friend walking closely together. He pocketed his schedule as he made his way to them, hearing some of their conversation which involved a 'Scott' who, supposedly, had locked them in a class room and left them for dead during the school attack.

"I'm sorry, he did what?!" he cut in between them, "who is this Scott and where is he so I can beat his ass,"

"He's no one, let it go," Allison insisted, giving Lydia a look that clearly said 'don't say anything'.

Lydia shot her a smirk, eyes twinkling in mischief, "Scott McCall is a classmate of ours who also happens to be your sister's now ex-boyfriend. Also, the one who Derek Hale sent her a message to meet at the school through his phone….," Before she can finish, Allison cut her off.

"THANK YOU, Lydia."

"No, no, keep going," CJ insisted in rage, giving his sister an angry, yet concerned, look as he tried to conceal the rage within him, "please, I'd love to hear more. That Scott sounds like some real nice dude; we should be best friends, bros even."

Allison turned to her twin with a sharp look, "seriously, let it go. I'm safe and everything is fine now."

"No, everything is not fine now, Ally. Derek Hale is still out there and apparently because of Scott Mc-freaking-Call you could be used to get to him… again!"

"Oh, my god, Derek is not gonna get to me, and I've already ended things with Scott. Can you calm down now? Please?" CJ gritted his teeth, but remained quiet. "Thank you," Allison said with a smile before walking away with Lydia.

CJ cursed quietly before his eyes fell on Danny.

"Yo Danno," he greeted his new friend.

"Hey, man. Enjoying your first day so far?"

"Yeah, it's going great, having a blast. Listen, do you know a Scott McCall?" CJ asked, hoping that his friend can provide any information on the now- in his opinion- dangerous boy.

"Yeah, he's on the lacrosse team," Danny nodded as he closed his locker and sent the Argent boy a quizzical look.

"Oh, is that right," CJ felt a smirk grow on his face, "think you can introduce us?"

Danny nodded, "sure. See you at practice," before walking away to his next class. CJ followed closely behind, although his eyes caught a pair of dark eyes belonging to a man in a suit talking with the Sheriff of town. CJ remembered him as he was the man who had helped train him to become a hunter in his younger years. He's helped train him to go under cover and how to lie to cops. Now he's here pretending to be state police. Huh, thought CJ, Argents never miss a beat, do they?

Coming out of the lunch line, CJ followed Danny to where the team was sitting on a table, but his eyes caught site of some idiot wannabe pretty boy sitting a little too close to his twin sister. Changing his course, he slammed his lunch on the table between them, startling them both and separating them, which was exactly what he planned.

"Hey, how's my favorite girl been?" he greeted enthusiastically, while grabbing a chair and sitting between them, ignoring the annoyed look from the guy next to him.

"CJ, hey," she smiled, "this is my friend Jackson. Jackson meet CJ," she introduced. Both guys gave each other a polite nod in greeting. "Jackson here is the captain of the lacrosse team,"

CJ perked up, "oh cool. I just joined the team today,"

Allison slapped his arm in excitement, "What?! That's awesome!"

"Try outs for the team were last month. There's no way," Jackson denied.

"What's the matter? Scared the new guy might steal your thunder, captain?" CJ taunted as he took a sip of his water. Jackson scoffed.

"You wish,"

"When did you try out? Why didn't you tell me?" Allison questioned.

"I didn't even plan on joining. Coach literally forced it upon me. Hell I don't even know anything about the sport,"

Jackson looked appalled, "you're kidding right?" he turned to look at Allison, "please tell me he's kidding."

"He's always been more into football than anything," Allison explained with a grimace.

Jackson face palmed, "we're screwed,"

"There he is, the man of the hour," this was said by couch as we all gathered in the locker room getting ready for practice.

"Look up here boys and boys, this here is our secret weapon," Couch and I were standing in front of the team as he introduced me to them. I had the misfortune of being held by my shoulder by Couch as he paraded me to my teammates as if I were a grand prize he'd won. "I expect you all to treat him well and with at most respect, looking at you Greenburg." CJ sent Danny a desperate look, but only got a smirk in return. Some friend.

CJ was turned around as Couch handed him a folded Jersey with a huge excited smile on his face. With another look towards Danny, CJ unfolded it to reveal the number thirteen with the word 'Juggernaut' on top. CJ was speechless; truly he was… but just not in the good kind of speechless that Couch thought he was.

"Haaa, haaa? You like it, don't you, I had this specially made in the fastest way possible, it even got the number thirteen on it. People may believe this number to be jinxed, but to me, oh I never felt more lucky. You like my name for you, thought of it myself, ha."

CJ swallowed thickly, "well, uh, couch this is, wow, this…"

Couch waved his hand in a careless manner, "nah, don't worry about it. You can thank me by winning," he turned to face the whole room, "well, give him some warm welcome," the team clapped slightly.

CJ made his way towards Danny.

"So, Juggernaut, huh," Danny snickered. CJ sent him a halfhearted glare.

"Shuttup."

"Alright, with that said, I got a new announcement to make. Due to the recent pinkeye epidemic, the following people have made first line on a probationary basis, emphasis on the word 'probationary'." Couch looked down at the list in his hand, "Rodriguez, Taylor, and, uh, oh for the love of crap. I can't even read my writing. What is this an, uh, 'S'?" a kid with a buzz cut seemed to perk up excitedly before it was gone the next second as Couch said it was the letter 'B' and was not in fact an 'S'.

"Bilinski," suddenly the guy shot up from his seat hollering in excitement before the Couch forced him to sit down. CJ couldn't help but chuckle at the scene, next to him Jackson scoffed.

"New kid, I should advise you that the only thing you will get out of befriending the likes of that," he nodded towards Bilinski, "is a one way ticket to loser-ville."

CJ turned to him with a raised eyebrow, "and where would hanging around you lead me to? Jackass-ville, or the east-side of Dick-ville?" Danny snorted, but was forced to stifle it at catching Jackson's glare. He discreetly raised his fist, waiting for a fist pump. CJ was happy to give it to him.