Thursday morning I, waltzed through the school doors, my black leather booties clicking on the hard floor, thick black thigh high socks hugged my toned legs and my leather skater skirt brushed against the exposed olive toned skin above them.

My slim torso and arms were covered in a black and white stripped long sleeve top, and my long taupe military style vest topped off the look.

My eyes were rimmed in a thick coal liner as usual and My lips were glossed red, there wasn't one thing about my appearance that gave away the fact that I had been as good as dead a few days before.

My mint green eyes scanned the hall looking for a certain pair of best friends. When they landed on my target, the two were crowded around Stiles' locker his arms waving wildly as he pulled books out of his back pack and talked animatedly.

I took a deep breathe and look heaven ward asking a silent 'why me?' before walking the rest of the way over there.

Coming to a stop in front of them, I nervously tugged on the bottom of the braid hanging over my right shoulder when they turn wide chocolate brown and whiskey gold eyes on me, the words dieing in there throats.

I cleared my throat feeling awkward as I stood in front of them and not understanding exactly why. I wrung my fingers together before sighing and dropping my hands down to my side.

"Look I was just- You didn't have to- What I'm trying- Thank you." I blurted watching Scotts brow furrow and Stiles hit his hairline.

"I know you didn't really have a choice, and would've probably gladly let me die, but you didn't, so thanks I guess." I say my noise scrunching up as I force the words from my mouth.

By now the two were gaping at me while I felt my face heat slightly I huffed. "Look I know there was another attack last night at the video store, I wasn't there, but if you need help for anything...I guess you can ask me."

I grimace before the words are even out of my mouth feeling like i'll come to regret them.

I only give them enough time to nod dumbly at me before I run across the hall and loop my arm through Isaacs who give's me a shy smile in return, while we walk to chemistry together.

"So Isaac how's my favorite mammal?" That one pulls a surprised laugh out of him and I give a cheeky grin tucking a stray piece of hair behind my overly pierced ear while he shrugs his shoulder.

"Well..."

...

"Just a friendly reminder, parent teacher conferences are tonight." Harris droned, "Students below a C average are required to attend- Miss Hale put the acid down before you melt someone's face off please."

I peer up through my eyelashes still swirling the beaker of acid in one hand to see Mr. Harris and half the class staring at me I huff a breathe through my nose and set the beaker down none too gently.

He pitches the bridge of his nose, "I'll go ahead and assume I'll be seeing you later, I'm sure you have a guardian of some sort to watch you." he says implying a heavy need for one.

I smile in a sickly sweet way, "Yes, my brother. He's a lot like me, I think you'll like him."

His frown deepens and his shoulders slump like he's just given up on my world and I snicker. Isaac holds out his hand for a silent high five and I grin slapping my hand against his, Danny a few seats ahead of me grins back at us, I nod at him.

"Had anyone seen McCall?" Mr. Harris asks coming to a stop besides Stiles who had the cap to a yellow highlighter in his mouth and was highlighting every sentence in the book like they're all important. I feel my lips twitch some and duck my head down hiding my smile in my palm.

He didn't have time to answer before Jackson walked in looking like there was a time bomb inserted into his face he silently sat in his seat where Mr. Harris walked to me him.

"Jackson, if you need to leave for any reason you just let me know okay?"

I snorted, "Well shit I'll give him a reason," Isaac bit his lip to hide the grin threatening to break through and shook his head at me, "Be nice," He muttered.

"Everyone start reading chapter nine. Mister Stilinski, try putting the highlighter down between paragraphs. Its Chemistry, not a coloring book."

Stiles shot the highlighter cap out of his mouth and caught it mid air. I shift uncomfortable at the little surge of heat through my body, I write it off as the full moon being next week and my body being more sensitive to the fact.

Really thats all it is.

...

I was wondering to my locker some time later when a familiar scent hit my nose, "Derek?" I muttered tilting my head to the side probably resembling a confused puppy more then I'd like to admit.

My phone chimed and I stopped to dig it out of my bag 'Der-Bear' said : "I got Jackson, find out if the girl saw anything."

I scoff "What no, how's your day, make good choices, Love you?" I muttered knowing he would hear me, I wasn't disappointed when my phone chimed again a minute later.

: You hate School. If I told you to make good choices, you'd do the opposite. Love you :

I chuckled, "Love you too."

I sigh closing my locker door, all I had to do know was find out where to find the redhead.

"Accalia!" Stiles yelled coming to a flailing stop in front of me, I raised an unimpressed eyebrow at him and he flushed rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Listen I can't get a hold of Scott, and Lydia's not in school today so I-"

"Lydia's the redhead right?" I ask cutting him off.

He gives me a weird look, "She's strawberry blonde." I roll my eyes, "doesn't matter!- look I need you to come with me to check on her, she might've seen something."

I hike my bag up on my should and give a short nod, easy enough, "Alright."

He gives me a wary look, "What, just like that? Your not gonna try to glare me to death first?"

I level him with a glare, "Oh there it is,-"

"Look do you want me to come or not?"

"Wha- Yes! Yes I want you to come." He spluttered.

"Well come on then." I said impatiently.

"Alright, were going then. This is us going, to Lydia's. Just g-"

"Stiles." I growl.

"Yes...?"

"Shut up."

"Yup, Got it."

...

"I still can't believe you wouldn't let me take my bike." I muttered.

Stiles ran a hand over his head in annoyance as we walked up to the front door of the redheads house. "This saves times, we'll go back for your Ducati later."

I scoff giving him a 'im so judging you' look, "It's a Harley."

"Whatever, can we just do this?" He sighed ringing the door bell.

I roll my eyes as the door opens to reveal yet another red headed women no doubt, 'Lydia's' Mother her blue eyes were glassy and her smile seemed too sweet.

"Hi, Mrs. Martin I'm Stiles Stilinski, And this Is Accalia, were friends of Lydia's from school, we heard about what happened and wanted to come check on her it that's alright." Stiles charmed.

She beamed at him, "Oh, how nice of you, she's in her room, you can follow me it you'd like."

"Honey, there's a Accalia and Stiles here to see you." Mrs. Martin said, as we walked into Lydia's room.

Everything was plush and pastel and I shifted uncomfortably my current housing was a burned out shell of a once loving family home, sharing a room and mattress with my only living sibling left.

"What the hell, is a 'Stiles'?" Lydia questioned.

I snorted, "Um. she tool a little something to ease her nerve. You can go in." Mrs. Martin said defending her intoxicated daughter. I refrained from rolling my eyes shifting once again instead.

Lydia turned to face us and placed her hand on her hip. Her dark blue satin night gown leaving little to nothing to the imagination and I grimace at the sight, "What're you doing here?"

"We came to see how you were doing, ya know making sure you were okay." Stiles answered sweetly.

She smacked her lips together a few times and I felt my eye twitch as the sound amplified in my ears thanks to over sensitive hearing. "Why?"

She made a patting motion on the bed, telling us to sit, and Stiles turned to glance at me, my lip curled in distaste and I shook my head.

He rolled his eyes sitting down next to her. She grabbed his arm and started rubbing it, then she leaned in super close to his face, "I feel...fantastic."

"Yeah but now I feel sick," I muttered to myself in a mocking way.

"Oh," Stiles said, leaning over her to grad a bottle of pills, "I bet you can't say, uh, "I saw Suzy sitting in a shoeshine shop' ten times fast."

I reluctantly cracked an amused smile shaking my head at him.

"I shaw Suzy," She tried, "I shaw..." She failed again.

"I saw..." She trailed off.

The smiles slipped off my face and I felt my features harden, "What did you see Lydia?" I demand.

"Something," She answered.

I clenched my fist reining in my little bit of control, "Something like..?" I pushed through gritted teeth.

"Like a mountain lion?" Stiles questioned, his gaze flickering between the girl on the bed and my curled fist.

"A mountain lion," She dazed. God how many pills did she take I could smell the chemicals seeping out of her skin and I wrinkled my nose.

"Are you sure you saw a mountain lion" Stiles asked, "Or are you just saying that because that's what the police told you?" Stiles questioned even further.

"A mountain lion," She repeated.

I rolled my eyes reaching over the grab a small stuffed Giraffe, sitting on the bed side table, "Lydia, what's this?" I drawl shoving it in her face.

"A mountain lion," Lydia answered immediately.

"You're so drunk," Stiles mused. Then Lydia plummeted her head down on Stiles' lap...way to close for comfort and he made a fish out of water face glancing around frantically.

"Oh for God sake," I grunted slipping my hands under her arms moving her to lay back, a lot more gently then Stiles was expecting if the now soft, socked kind of look he was aiming at me was anything to go by.

I glared at him and he cleared his throat. "Right. Well, we're gonna' go, uh, let you get back to the whole post-traumatic stress thing." I gave a nod walking out the door Stiles followed about to close the door when we hear, "Stay."

We both turned back around, "Me? You want me to stay?"

I shook my head letting out a unamused chuckle, grabbing the back of his collar, "I don't care what she wants you drove me here in that tin can of yours, and theres no way we're staying."

"Mhmm, please stay. Please Jackson."

I almost felt bad about the way Stiles' shoulders dropped when he heard that muttering a quiet resigned, "And we're done here." under his breathe.

Her phone chimed and Stiles seemed to perk back up, "Do you want me to get that for you?" He asked the passed out girl.

"It's a message...I don't..." He trailed off and looked at me with wide frightened eyes.

I grabbed the phone, glaring down at the red eyes monster on the screen, I narrowed my eyes, sending the video the my own phone before deleting it from hers.

"Come on, lets get the hell out of here, my skin is crawling from all this pink."

...

I was sitting on Stiles bed fifteen minutes later, while he paced around the room trying yet again to get a hold of Scott, while I send the video to Derek's phone.

"Seriously Scott, where are you? Lydia's totally out of her mind, Jackson looks like he has a time bomb inserted in his face-"

I snort, That's what I thought.

"I'm running around with the green eyed she devil-"

"Hey! Watch it!"

"So if you could answer your freaking phone!- I'm gonna kill you. And i'm too upset to come up with a witty description of how I'm gonna kill you but I'm just gonna do, okay I'm gonna- Gahh"

He yelled in frustration throwing his phone on the bed next to me, I raise a brow at him. "Oh don't look at me like that." He whined dropping down into his desk chair playing a tin pot of chapstick.

"Stiles please tell me i'm gonna-" The Sheriff walked into the room his sentence stopping short at the sight of me sitting on his sons bed, "Oh. I didn't know you had company."

Seeing Stiles 'deer in the headlights' expression I jumped in before he could say something stupid.

I flashed him a charming dimpled grin, gracefully pushing myself to my feet and holding a hand out to him, "Accalia Hale sir, Stiles was helping with Chemistry, I've only been here a few weeks and Harris already hates me, I need all the help I can get." I say with a light laugh.

He grins back at me shaking my hand, "Accalia, yes I remember, it's nice to see you all grown up." I smile politely.

"Now speaking of Harris, Stiles please tell me I'm gonna hear good news at the parent teacher conference tonight."

Stiles who was gaping at me in shock, at the little display I had just put on, winced at his fathers question, "Well that depends on how you define 'Good news'"

"Well I would define it as straight A's and no behavioral issues." The Sheriff said placing his hand on his hip.

"You might want to rethink that definition..."

"Enough said." The Sheriff sighed, "Alright then I'm heading out, are you staying for a while Accalia or..."

"Actually Sheriff I was wondering if I could catch a ride with you? My brother is meeting me at the school."

"That's fine, let me just get my keys, you wanna meet me at the door?"

"Sure thing Sheriff." I grinned, "Thank you."

"No problem."

I turned to grab my bag off of Stiles bed ignore the look he was sending me.

"What the hell was that?!" He burst flailing in his chair.

I roll my eyes, "What was what?"

"The smiling and the laughing, and the manners, where did that come from?"

I turned a smirk at him and he flushed under the intense gaze green eyes, "I'm the apex predator Stiles," I practically purred, leaning over him in his chair watching his throat bob while he swallowed thickly, "I know how to get what I want."

I smiled at him then my dimples once again making an appearance, I could hear the sound of his breath catch in his throat and I laughed leaning back out of his space.

I spun on my heal and waltzed toward the door leaving him a flustered mess, "See you late Stilinksi." I called snapping him out of his shock.

"That wasn't very nice!" He yelled after me and I toss my head back to laugh, meeting the Sheriff at the door.

...

Walking out of the School doors with Derek sometime later, he had a harsh glare on his face while I grinned amused up at him one of my arms hooked through his.

"I told you he was a dick."

He rolls his eyes at me, opening his mouth to retort, when the parking lot is filled with screams.

His eyes widen as the dart around no doubt looking for the Alpha, I grab his arm shaking my head at him when the scent hits my nose, "It's a mountain lion." I say in confusion furrowing my brows.

I hear Scott yell for Allison and glance in his direction, I can see the Sheriff in the middle of the mess trying to calm people down, I can also see the car about to back out into him, and before I can think I take off in a sprint after him.

I ignore the yell of my name, from Derek and push the Sheriff out of the just in time for me to take the hit, I'm slammed to the ground landing on my wrist harshly, I can feel it snap and I bit down on my lip to stop me from yelling out.

"Accalia!" I hear the Sheriff and Derek yell at the same time, Derek scooping me up, "Im fine, I'm Fine!" I insist feeling my arm heal already and feeling a dribble of blood down my chin, where I hat bit to hard on my lip.

Just then two shots rang out in the parking lot, the sharp bang of the gun making me wince.

Our eyes trail to Chris Argent, and Derek pulls me closer to his body protectively.

At his feet lay the dead mountain lion.

...

A/N!

There you have it the next chapter! I'm trying to start building a connection between her and Stiles, I just don't want it to feel to rushed or have the burn be to slow. How am I doing so far?

You will all be learning more about the Delta stuff in the next couple chapters, I'm thinking you'll get the whole explanation on the next full moon so the episode 'Lunatic'.

Thank you to all of you that reviewed and like this story!

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