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M.P.O.V.

Jackson looked like he was witnessing a murder. Maybe I'd gone too far. Oh well, too late now.

Earlier…

"Marcie." Derek grimaced.

"Oh come one. Don't pretend like you're not happy to see me." I winked. "Just because you're a big bad alpha now doesn't mean that you are better then the rest of us."

Derek eyed me. "Why are you here? Last time Laura wrote you…you were in Seattle."

"I was. I've been back for about two days. And I'm not really sure why." I paused. "Oh…and I'm here at your uh…house because Jackson dragged me here. Are you starting a pack? If so, why'd you let him in?" I raised my eyebrows. "No offense kid, but your not exactly crème de la crème when it comes to the whole 'werewolf thing'."

Jackson opened his mouth to speak but Derek started first.

"Marcie. You've been gone for almost three years and you chose now to come back? Really? Now?"

"Well I had to, I wanted to congratulate you."

"You had no idea about that until you even got here." Derek looked angry. Not exactly an unusual thing.

"And your point is…?" I rolled my eyes. I paused. There was no response. "I've got stuff to do so…peace." I walked over to my car and after taking one look at Jackson's white face I sped away. I think I left my brain at home today.

M.P.O.V.

I opened my eyes.

"Are you okay?" I heard a voice I didn't recognize.

"Umm…I think so…"

I blinked to clear my vision and saw a woman standing over me.

"You fell pretty hard."

"Wha…what?"

The woman smiled. "I'm your neighbor, Ms. Carla Ryan. I was watching you move in and you tripped over a box and fell. You've been out for about ten minutes."

"Oh. I had the weirdest dream but I think I'm okay." I ran a hand through my hair. It was still blonde and pulled in a ponytail. I sat up slowly. My head was ringing. "Um...thanks for the help." I stood up and picked up the box I'd been carrying. I strode into my house. It was really weird. I hadn't had a fainting spell in years. I don't think I'd been out this long since I got my last panic attack. I stopped getting them after I got the bite but they still felt too close to home. I went online and began to register myself for high school but I kept thinking about the um…dream I had when I was passed out. Derek…an alpha? And some kid who was seemingly Derek's "bitch"? Weird. I guess I should stop watching horror movies.

M.P.O.V.

I stood outside Beacon Hills High School. It was eerie; I hadn't been there in four years. I walked in, pretended like I owned the place. It was a tip my grandma always told me. I ran a hand through my hair – I had decided to dye it the color it was in my "dream" and I felt confident but kind-of like I was an imposer in my own body. I twisted the stack of bracelets around my left wrist it was a nervous habit. "Miss?" I snapped into focus. "Yes?" I asked.

"I'm Principal Mason, are you new here?" The man smiled at me.

"I'm Marcie Riley. I'm a new senior, here to finish up my year." I smiled back. The principal showed me around and I zoned out for most of it. I'd heard it all before. I smiled and thanked the principal and walked into my class.

Later…

It's official. I hate school. I remember why I almost dropped out. However, I did attempt to make friends. I met a pretty brunette named Allison and her seemingly boyfriend Scott. They were nice. Well, Allison was bit snotty but Scott seemed decent. I agreed to eat lunch with them. Which was kind-of happening right now.

"Marcie?"

"Hmmm...what?" I just realized I'd been zoned out.

"Scott was just saying how he plays lacrosse, have you ever been to a game?" Allison asked.

"No…I'm seen it on TV before but I've never been." I smiled.

Scott then went on and on about how lacrosse was only good in persona and I began to people watch. My eyes happened to land on a frantic looking boy running towards us. "Who's that?" I asked. He looked…unique.

Scott smiled, "That's Stiles. He's my best friend. He's a bit weird but you'll grow to love him."

"Oh…okay." I tried to seem happy about meeting another weird high school kid.

"Dude! Scott! Wasn't that test hard? Or am I crazy? I was so confused on that part where…" Stiles stopped talking long enough to take a look at the table. He began again, "Hi Allison, long time no see. And who's the chick?" I rolled my eyes.

"I'm Marcie. You must be Stiles." I stuck out my hand and Stiles shook it cautiously.

"Yeah, I'm Stiles. Since when did you all get so close?" Stiles gestured to Scoot, Allison and me.

"We meet in the hallway and well…they invited me to sit with them." I smiled sarcastically.

"Nice, you must be so popular!" Stiles gave me a ditzy smile and batted his eyelashes. I laughed. He sat down and him and Scott engaged in mindless conversation about something or other. Allison left to go sit with a blonde boy and a red haired girl. They seemed snotty but I have no right to judge. I think Scott and Stiles had realized I wasn't listening and began talking about some change or something. I keened in my werewolf senses and listened to their conversation.

"Scott, bro! You have to stop changing on the field." Stiles whispered.

"I'll try. You know it's complicated."

Stiles sighed. "People aren't bricks Scott, they will figure it out eventually."

Scott laughed, "I know Stiles but I'm not an idiot. I know how to control it. Well…control it enough to not kill someone." Stiles laughed at that and they began on a story about when Scott tried to kill Stiles. This didn't seem like a normal high school boy conversation. I wondered if Scott and Stiles knew something they shouldn't. I listened to more. "And Derek always is riding my butt about the alpha but until we figure out who it is I have no idea what to do." Yep, it was not a normal high school boy conversation. But what they were saying didn't really make sense to me. Derek wasn't one to hang out with high school aged boys to the extent of my knowledge. Maybe that had changed? And wasn't Laura the alpha…when she was alive? Unless she was killed by another werewolf then there wouldn't be an alpha. Would there? I had investigating to do.

Well, that's all for chapter 3. I decided to make Marcie's encounter a dream for a reason. You'll learn about that later. And it wasn't really a dream it was more like a possible scenario for the future. And I think Marcie's true character will come out in the chapters to come. Right now she's dealing with a lot. Which is just and excuse on my part because I seem to write her differently now then I did earlier. :P And, yes, it seems odd that Marcie would know so little about Laura's death but it'll make sense in time.

Until next time,

Bee

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