This is 3rd person point of view!

Disclaimer- I don't own Teen Wolf, and If I did oh the things I would do :)

BEEP!BEEP!BEEP!BEEP!

Victor held his sister's phone right next to her ear, in an attempt to wake her up. As if she was an animatronic, Christa shot up and punched her brother in his stomach, knocking him over. Victor fell over and groaned in pain, rolling around on the ground and gripping his stomach. Christa rubbed her eyes, and stretched, yawning loudly.

"Why do you do that every time?" Victor complained while he sat up. Christa looked over at her brother and laughed.

"Why do you never learn?" Christa patronized her brother. "Dumb ass." He slowly stood up and growled.

"Yeah what ever, just get ready or we're going to be late for school!" Victor spat at Christa, turning around he walked out of Christa's room and slammed her door shut. Christa stretched one more time before she slowly got up on her feet. She moved slowly over to her closet, looking through it and picking out a black leather pleated skirt, and a red spandex like long sleeve. Grabbing a clean pair of underwear, she headed into the bathroom and took a shower.

When she got out she dried off and brushed her long blonde hair, tied it up into a high pony tail, and blow dried it. After that she brushed her teeth and left the bathroom. She put on a new pair of socks and her leather boots. After she placed her camera back into her back pack, she ran down the stairs and into the kitchen, where her brother had a bowl of cereal on the table for her.

Sitting down Christa quickly finished her cereal and put the empty bowl into the sink, after rinsing it off.

"Christa, we gotta go hurry up!" Christa whined and started to head for the door, running outside and into the pick up where her brother was waiting for her.

- At school Also changing to First Person Cus I can-

I was closely watched the clock the entire way to school, praying to God that I wouldn't be late on my first day at a new school. When we finally pulled up to the school, I swear that my blood ran cold, when I heard the bell ring.

"No, we're late!" Victor had parked his truck already, and had ran up beside me, placing a hand my shoulder he gave me his signature smile.

"We're not late yet, if we hurry we can still make it to first hour, so get your tail moving." I nodded my head and ran into the school, me and Victor said a quick good bye, before I ran down a few halls, heading for the 'C' wing, which is where my first, and might I say, my best hour. English. I was yelled at many times by a few teachers, telling me not to run in the halls, but I didn't bother to listen. I have never been late for any class, and I wasn't gonna start today. When I finally made it to my class room, the bell rang as soon as I entered.

With a sigh of relief, I made my way over to an open desk next to a girl with shoulder length blonde slightly curly hair. When I set her book bag down, the girl next to me spoke up.

"Hi, my name is Lydia, are you new here?" I looked up at her, then back down at my bag finding and taking out my English notebook and folder, setting them on the desk I turned towards her and gave her my signature smile.

"Yeah, My name is Christa, me and my family just moved here from Canada." She stared at me and instantly recognized my accent. Lydia opened her mouth to say something, but closed it right away when the teacher made her presence known. I turned to face to front of the class, where the nicest looking teacher that I've ever seen stood. "Wow, looks like a total ass." I whispered to Lydia, and she giggled in response.

The teacher's eyes fell on me, her eyes narrowed dangerously, the gaze felt like fire, burning and scorching my skin. It made me feel like I was in a court room, I was on trail for murderer, and this man was the judge who had been paid to make sure that I was accused and prosecuted, with the finding of me being guilty.

"Christa Rosemary, I presume?" I nodded my head and folded my hands over my desk and crossed my legs. She tapped his fingers on his desk and picked up a pencil. I looked back at her, my gaze slowly becoming more narrow, more focused. She was starting to twitch and fidget. She was clearly nervous, she was cracking. That was a fact. I knew now, that in fact, I was not the one on trail, it was her, the glare she had given me was out of anger, as if to say 'you better find me innocent or else.' She was the one against a wall, not me.

"And you're Ms. Blake, now that we have are game of guess who out of the way, would you like to start today's lesson." Everyone stared at me, giving me a weird face, and after a few seconds Lydia broke out in laughter. "Thank you, I'll be here all week." Ms. Blake shook her head and opened a folder she had on her desk.

"You're right it is about time to start today's lesson." She pulled out two stacks of paper and set them on either side of her desk. "Today we will be starting a research project. You will be placed into Selected partnerships, so sit down Scott." Scott who had moved off his seat, and motioned closer to his friend. Awkwardly sat back down and lowered his head. "Thank you. Now you and your partner will have to choose a topic to research about, make sure it's one you are interested in, because this project will last for 5 weeks. Once you have a topic, you will research everything you can about it, that includes doing interviews. You will basically be playing detective, once you have as much information as you think possible, you will write an essay like story about it, for the schools newspaper."

I groaned, taking a look around I suddenly became overwhelmed. I didn't know anyone in this room, except for Lydia. My hands became suddenly sweaty, and my legs began to shake.

"Scott, could you please hand out these papers. One of each for every student." Scott nodded his head and stood up, making his way over to Ms. Blake's desk and picking up the piles of paperwork. As he began to hand it out, Mr. Blake opened another folder. "Now for partners, listen closely because I will not repeat myself." I gave Ms. Blake an intense look before I looked back down at my notebook. She began to read off names, I didn't pay to much attention to names that I had never heard before, but I did catch that Lydia and Scott where partners. "...Stiles and Christa..."

When I heard my name I looked up and surveyed the room for my partner. I had no ideal who this Stiles was, and it kinda made me really nervous. A boy with short dark brown hair, and caramel eyes made his way over to me and stood in front of me, holding out his hand, smiling.

"I'm Stiles, and it looks like we will be partners Maple leaf." I smiled back at him and took hold of his hand and shook it. Laughing I let go of his hand and gave him a weird look.

"Maple Leaf? You do know my name is Christa right?" Stiles chuckled and moved over into the now empty seat next to me, setting down his bag and turning to me.

"Yeah I know, I just like giving people nicknames. And you're Canadian so I thought it was appropriate." I giggled and gave him a light punch in the arm.

"How do you know that I'm Canadian?" He smiled and rubbed his arm where I had punched him.

"Your accent is a dead give away." I raised my eyebrows and smirked.

"Well then, for your information, I'm French-Canadian, so Ha." I stuck my tongue out at him and he chuckled. "So Stiles you've lived in Beacon Hills your entire life right?" This could be my chance to get some information about this crazy town. Stiles smiled and placed a hand over his chest.

"Yup, born and raised." I smirked my eyes filled to the brim and danced with mischief, I smiled ear to ear all Cheshire like, and my muscles tensed.

"That's awesome!" He let his hand fall back down to his side and looked away blushing.

"It's not that cool." I smiled.

"Yes, it is Stiles. In fact I have some questions for you, about this town and all." Stiles looked back at me, his eyebrows raised.

"Oh now do you?" I giggled and we began to talk. That's all we did, for the last 20 minutes of class we just talked, it started out as me just wanting information out of this boy to an actual conversation, about each other. We told weird stories about our childhood, and we laughed a lot.

-At the end of class-

When the bell rang me and Stiles decided to quickly swap cell phone numbers and addresses. I looked to my side when I heard foot steps coming our way, and it turned out to be Stiles's friend Scott. I gave him quick smile, but all I got from him was a serious look and a sharp glare. Sneering I turned my attention back to my phone and turned off the screen before putting it back into my pocket.

"Stiles!" Scott placed a hand on the desk roughly, almost like he was angry about something. I looked up at Scott, he quickly glanced over at me and growled? I stared at him for a bit, before I shook my head and began to pack up all my stuff, putting it all back into my bag. When I zipped up my bag I pulled it on and turned to Stiles.

"So meet you in the O room at lunch in the back right corner, did I get that all?" Stiles gave me a quick nod before he turned his attention to Scott. As I walked to the door way I let my ears focus in on what the hell those two boys were talking about.

"I don't trust her." Scott whined.

"What, why not?" I stopped at the door way and turned around looking at Stiles and Scott. Stiles had a hurt look on his face, but I couldn't see Scott's sense his back was facing me.

"I just, don't. Do I need a reason?" Scott retorted. Stiles gave him this look like that Scott had just betrayed him.

"Yes, you hardly know her. So when you actually sit down and take the time to get to know her, then you can talk to me about not trusting her!" Stiles's eyes travelled over to me and gave me kind smile. Just then my heart rate sped up and my blood pressure sky rocketed. Making heat rise to my face. I turned and ran out of the room, and raced down the hallways, this time there where too many other students for the teachers to notice me.

You just met him Christa, you can't already be in love, love at first sight doesn't exist, at least not for you. I ran through the halls as tears fell down my face, staining and burning my skin as they fell down.

-At lunch -

I made my way into the O room with my tray of food, which consisted of a cheeseburger and a bowl of veggies. I made my way over to the back right corner just like Stiles told me, and there he was sitting with Scott, Lydia, and... Allison. He was sitting with that hunter that saved me last night from those two omegas! I quickly made my way over, more interested in these four people then I've ever been.

"Stiles!" I yelled loud enough to get his attention and make him turn around. He looked at me and smiled, scooting over he patted a spot on the bench next to him, telling me to sit down. I sat down and set my tray down, pushing it forward a bit, and pulled opened my bag. I reached in and pulled out my sketch book and a pencil. I closed my bag back up and opened my sketch book to a new page.

"Wait a minute, Christa? You where that girl that was being chased by those two ome...psychos." I looked up at her and smiled.

"Yup the one and only." I looked back down at the paper and started to draw a face. I could feel their gazes on me, judging me and every movement I was making.

"So you and Stiles are partners for that stupid English project right?" I sighed and looked up at Allison, the one who had asked me the question.

"Yup." I looked back down and continued to draw.

"What topic did you two choose?" I looked up and over to Stiles who was smirking. He was planning something. I looked over at Allison and sighed.

"Actually we hav-"

"We decided to do ours on all the recent murders, in Beacon Hills." Stiles cut me off before I could finish, I almost felt like growling. Allison smiled and took a bite of her burger.

"Cool." I sighed deciding that I should just ignore all of them. After a while they tried to get me interested in talking again.

"So Christa what part of Canada are you from?" I looked up again this time annoyed.

"I'm from Kelowna, British Columbia." I finished speaking and quickly looked back down at my art work. They didn't talk to me again, they must've given up. After I felt my art was done I looked it over. Soft flowing strokes made up the jaw and lips, sharp, pointed lines defined the eyes and nose, the eyebrows where thin and well kept. Her long curly hair draped over her shoulders and was messy. I looked into the eyes and found myself to be lost in her eyes. They were glazed over, like some one who was about to cry, or one who had seen unspeakable atrocities. That's when I realized something, I had drew Lydia. Fuck! If they see this, they'll think I'm some kind of creep.

I looked up at Lydia and then back down to my drawing quickly slamming it shut, hiding my work from unwanted eyes. Just then the bell rang.

-After school-

I stood next to the flag post, my eyes watched closely for Stiles. A few moments passed before my eyes fell onto the boy I was looking for, he walking next to Scott, almost in sync. Quickly I made my way over to them and walked in time with them.

"Hey." Scott smiled and waved at me for the first time, Stiles's face lit up when he looked at me. My heart fluttered in my chest.

"Hey Maple Leaf." We walked all the way to Stiles's Jeep, hopped in and headed out, leaving the school behind. We talked the entire way to Scott's house, telling stories about ourselves and what had happened to us today, and our plans for tomorrow and today.

When we pulled up to Scott's house, we said our good byes and I hoped into the front seat before Stiles had a chance to pull out of Scott's driveway. The rest of the drive was rather quiet, and kinda awkward to be honest.

When we pulled into Stiles's driveway he turned to me and handed me a set of keys.

"Take the stairs, my room is the last one on the left." I nodded and frowned.

"What are you doing?" Stiles smirked.

"Well you didn't eat at school so I thought that I would go and pick us up some food." I smiled and reached for the door, opening it I hopped out and turned back and smirked at him.

"Be safe Hood." He chuckled.

"Hood?" I giggled and closed the door and walked up the pathway to Stiles's house. I put the key in the lock and turned it, when I heard it click I turned the nob and pushed it open, when I walked in I closed the door behind me and took my shoes off next to the door.

Leaving my shoes behind I walked up the stairs and down the hallway and stopped at the last door on my left. I stopped and stood in front of the dark oak door, I placed my hand on the material and slowly moved my hand across it, I let my hand fall down to the door nob and gripped it. I turned the door and pushed it open. I walked into Stiles's room and started to observe it.

The walls where blue and the carpet was a dirty white, slowly I walked into the centre of the room and looked around. The bed was positioned at an angel in the back left corner, the back board was back and also a shelf. To my left was a black dresser and a small table made of oak, which had a blue lamp on it. Behind the door on the left was a built in book shelf. I turned around and observed the other half of the room. There was a black desk with a computer and a laundry basket, which was actually really full. Next to the basket was a surfboard and a large window, there was a matching one on the other side of the room between the dresser and the bed. Both windows had the their shades pulled down, not allowing any light to enter the room.

I made my way over to the bed and set my bag down on the floor, I sat down on his bed and laid back. I rolled over onto my side and gripped the blankets in my hand. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, smelling the blankets. The smell of musk and blood filled my nose, accompanied by the smell of fresh cut trees and grass.

God dammit, this not okay. I'm not some Disney princess, that's so generic that it takes just one fucking minute for me to fall in love with someone. I growled as I took another deep breath of the scent.

"Well, I'll take it that you like my room." My eyes shot open and I quickly sat up my face beat red.

"Um... I just..." I trailed off trying to hide my face from Stiles. He laughed and handed me a subway sub.

"I hope you like it, it's got olives, bacon, Mayo, lettuce, and some ham." My mouth started to water as I listened to Stiles list off the content of the sub. I quickly opened the wrapping and started to eat the sub.

"It's great, it's like you knew what I wanted!" Stiles smiled and opened his own sub. While he finished eating his own sub, I pulled out my sketch book and turned to the next clean page, picking up my pencil I began to draw. I would look up at Stiles every now and then, just to make sure I was doing it right, I didn't want to miss a single detail about him. With soft long strokes I outlined his face and hair, his short hair was filled in with small sharp fast strokes. I drew in his mouth and nose carefully, I contoured his face and made sure the shadowing was accurate. When I got to his eyes everything seemed to stop, my heart rate sped up as my hand shakily drew in his eyes. To me the eyes where the most important part of the body, because they told a story.

Like a wild mustang I could read the eyes of a human and figure out their entire life story, by the curve and colour, the shine and glaze. Every single detail in someone's eyes could change how someone looks at them. When I drew Stiles's eyes I realized quickly how they mirrored Lydia's, glazed and cloudy just like hers, they told the story of pain and struggle. Though there was something more in Stiles's eyes, something that wasn't in Lydia's, a spark, like fire almost, his eyes burned with a passion, what that passion was for I had no ideal. I could tell there were things he was hiding from me, but I didn't care really, if he wanted me to know he would tell me about it at one point or other.

When I finished the last stroke in Stiles's eyes, I realized that he was try to talk to me.

"So, Christa, do you have any family?" I looked up at him.

"Why the sudden interest?" He looked up at the ceiling.

"No reason, I just wanted to get to know you, better." I sighed and looked back down at my drawing.

"Well there's not much to say, I live with my mother and brother, my father died two years ago. Or rather murdered." Stiles looked at me with kind eyes. They were filled with understanding. I gave him a weak smile. "What about you?"

"Me? I only have my dad, my mom died when I was really young." I watched as his muscles tensed at the mention of his mom's death, I made me slouch and frown. Stiles slowly looked down, and his eyes widened. "Whoa." He reached his hand forward and touched my drawing. My face instantly became beat red and I shut my book quickly.

"Um...I, I can explain." Stiles shook his head.

"You don't have t-" Stiles was interrupted by a loud crash from down stairs. He looked over at me and stood up quickly. He ran quickly to the door and downstairs, I followed closely behind him.

"What happene-" Christa frowned and almost screamed when she saw Scott all bloody on Stiles's couch. "What the fuck!" Scott looked at me his eyes wide with shock. Stiles's turned back to Christa and grabbed her shoulders.

"Christa I need you to stay calm, can you do that?" I nodded my head. "Good I need you to help me carry Scott to the Jeep, go get your stuff and get back down here okay." I did as I was told and ran back up the stairs, quickly I got my stuff and made sure I had the set of keys that Stiles's had given me and made my way back down the stairs. I slipped on my shoes and opened the door, holding it open I waited for Scott and Stiles to make their way outside before I followed and locked the door behind me.

-At Deaton's-

We rushed into the vet Stiles's and me in either side of Scott, helping him walk. A man with dark skin (Don't call me out It's just the truth!) and a clean shaved head stepped out from looked to be the back of the building where they kept the animals.

"Quickly get him back here!" The man ordered me and Stiles. We helped Scott make his way into the back room and then onto a metal table, probably for operations and stuff. "What happened to you?" Scott laid down on the table and groaned.

"I honestly don't know, I was walking through the forest when I was attacked by something. But I don't know who or what." I moved closer to Scott and grabbed a pair of surgical scissors that sat on the table. I grabbed his shirt and cut it down the middle. I stared in awe at the wound, it looked like something had bit him. I reached over and touched the edge of the wound making Scott wince in pain. "What the fuck do you think you are doing." I glared at Scott and almost growled.

"Don't worry I'm not going to poison you or anything." I looked up at the man and he smiled at me. "Do you know what did this?" He shook his head and pulled on a pair of gloves.

"No, but I think you might?" I looked at him and shook my head.

Why would I know this? Wait, this does look like some kind of supernatural crap. I looked over the wound and I noticed something that almost made me gag, the smell that was coming from his wound reeked of Wolfs-bane. "Do you think there might have been Wolfs-bane in there?" Deaton smiled at me and walked over to a drawer, he opened it and pulled out a bottle of what ever and walked back over to Scott. He opened the bottle and poured some of the contents on Scott's wound.

Scott screamed out in pain and I couldn't help but chuckle.

-timeskip-

When Deaton had finished cleaning out Scott's wound he gave him a new shirt for him to cover himself with.

"So, what are we going to do with Christa?" Scott asked Deaton. Deaton frowned at Scott and crossed his arms over his chest.

"What do you mean?" Scott looked over at me and glared.

"Well she has probably figured out what I am already." I gave Scott a look and motion my hand for him to continue. "You know a werewolf." I stared at Scott and face palmed.

Yeah I already knew because you fucking smell like a dog 24/7, but other then that you haven't shown any real fucking evidence. I looked up at Scott and shook my head.

"Yeah I do, but why does that matter?" Scott turned his entire body towards me.

"It does matter cuz we can't trust you!" I stomped my foot on the ground.

"On what grounds!?" Scott flared at me.

"We hardly know you!" I felt my body tense up. "You're just some chick from Canada!" I felt my eyes tear up.

"Yeah, you hardly know me! So you have no right to judge me you stupid mut!" Scott growled at me and shifted. He charged at me and grabbed me by my throat, pinning me against the wall.

"'I'm going to kill you!" I felt my eyes water even more.

"Scott!"