Who came up with summer homework, Sam thought, sitting at Scott's desk. He suddenly came in with a bottle of water, and a bat. "You okay? You look like you're gonna commit arson.", he says, glancing at his door.
Sam rolled her eyes. "Geometry is stupid. Who thought putting shapes and letters together was a good idea?"
She looked at the wooden bat in his hand. "Uh… why do you have your mom's bat?"
He scoffed. "How do you know it's not mine?" She gave him a knowing look. "Because in the years we've known each other, you've never once did baseball."
He rolled his eyes, looking at his door. "I heard a noise outside."
"The hell?" Sam stood up and followed him outside. They looked around until they walked up to the front of his porch and jumped as Stiles came out of nowhere hanging upside down. Sam and Scott yells in fright as he holds up the bat, ready to swing at Stiles, frightening the boy as well.
Once they realize who it was they let out a simultaneous sigh of relief. "What the hell are you doing!?", Scott fussed.
"Why do you have a bat?!", Stiles yells. "Why are you upside down!? How'd you get up there!?", Sam yelled.
"I thought you were an attacker!", Scott said, exasperated and lowered the bat. "Why are you here, Stiles?", Scott asked.
Stiles smiles. "Was I interrupting?" Sam frowned at his insinuation and held out her hand towards Scott. "Gimmie the bat."
Stiles rushed his answer. "Because my dad found the other half of the body we found last night!"
His friends looked at him in shock.
"The dead body?", Scott asked as Stiles jumped down on the porch. "No, a body of water. Yes, a dead body, dumbass.", Stiles said.
"And why would we want to go find the other half?", Sam asked. Stiles looks at her in disbelief. "Because it's only one half of the body", Stiles says.
She rolled her eyes.
"What do you think Scott?", she asked Scott. Scott looked at Stiles and nodded.
"Fine. Let's go.", he said and they all went to Stiles' jeep and piled in. Stiles drove to the woods and stopped near the woods. Sam looked at the dark trees. Feeling regretful, she mutters. "Why did I agree to come along?"
Scott chuckles as they exit the jeep. "Stiles, I don't think there's a body in the woods.", Scott said and Sam nodded, agreeing.
"You're just saying that because you're scared.", Stiles accused as they came up to a burned and broken down house.
"Shit!", Stiles says as they hear sirens "Hide!"
Scott ran into the woods. Sam hid behind a tree and looked behind her to see nothing. Scott was nowhere in sight.
He had already taken off??
"Stiles.", Sam heard Mr. Stillinski say and she lowered behind the tree's trunk.
"What are you doing here?", Stiles' father said.
"Uh no reason", Stiles stutters. They talk as Sam crawls into the darkness.
"Samantha!?" She heard Scott whisper-yell. "Scott!!", she replied, but didn't get anything back.
She froze as she saw flashlights in the woods.
"Guys over here! I found her!", Stiles's dad said and she heard footsteps running towards her. "What are you doing in the woods, Samantha?" Stiles' dad asked and Sam gave him an innocent smile.
"Would you believe me if I said I was lost?", she asked. He raised an eyebrow, indicating a no.
She quickly pointed at Stiles. "It was his fault, then.", she says, having Stiles gape at her. "Nice. Real nice.", Stiles says.
Mr. Stillinski sighed, rolling his eyes. "Okay, you two. You're going home. Now.", he says, bringing Sam and Stiles along and eventually dropping her off at home.
Luckily her mom wasn't up, but that didn't mean she wouldn't know in the morning.
In the morning, she got a note on the fridge from her mother, telling her she was gonna talk to Sam later. She sighed and left for school.
She hurriedly caught up to Stiles and Scott. "Dude, what the hell? Where were you!?", Sam asked Scott. He handed her a packet of her summer homework. "Here.", he says, before adjusting his backpack.
"Are you okay?", Sam asked, taking it. He looked around cautiously before telling us that he got bit by a wolf. "Huh?", Sam looked at him in confusion. "Dude, there's no wolves in California.", Stiles said.
"All right, well, if you don't believe me about the wolf then you're most definitely not going to believe me when I tell you I found the body.", Scott said. Stiles gave Scott a wide shocked smile.
"Are you kidding?", Stiles asked, excitedly.
"Yeah, I found the body. I'm going to have nightmares for a month.", Scott scoffed.
"Oh, god," Stiles laughed. "That's freaking awesome. I mean this is seriously going to be the best thing that ever happened to this town since..."
A red haired, green eyed girl walked past us as Stiles followed her with his eyes. "the birth of Lydia Martin. Hey, Lydia, you look like," The girl walked past Stiles ignoring him. "You're going to ignore me."
Scott and Sam laughed. Stiles turned back to them. "You two are the cause of this."
Sam looked at him with a wide smile, "how?"
"Dragging me down in your nerd depths." He explained.
"Okay.", Scott and Sam say, dismissively.
"I'm a nerd by association.", Stiles said. The bell rang as they headed inside. "I'm scarlet nerded by you."
In the middle of the day, the final bell rang and Stiles and Sam met up with Scott at his locker.
"Is she always this popular?", Sam asked, looking down the hall to see a black hair girl talking to Lydia.
"Yes, because she's hot.", Stiles said. "Okay, Stiles.", Sam says, rolling her eyes.
She saw a short, thick brown hair boy stepped up to Lydia's side and kissed her on the lips. Jackson Whittmore. Captain of the lacrosse team.
"A party?", Scott suddenly muttered. Stiles and Sam looked at him. "Hm? What party?", Sam asked. Scott looked at his friends in confusion. "You didn't hear? She's having a party."
Stiles pouts. "Of course, I'm not invited."
Sam chuckled. "I think she's already taken, Stiles." Stiles huffed and groaned as they walked away.
"If you two play, then I'll have no one to talk to on the bench.", Stiles said as they jogged to the lacrosse field in their uniforms.
"You'll have Scott.", Sam says.
"He's going to be playing too.", Stiles argues. "Are you really going to do that to your best friend?"
"Who?", Sam asked, playfully. Stiles frowned.
"You're harsh." Stiles says. "I can't sit out again.", Scott said as they approached their bench. "My whole life is sitting out on the sidelines. This season, I make the first line."
"Uh, no, this year, I make first line.", Sam says. "Yeah, well, we'll see about that." Scott smiled at her.
"McCall!", Coach called to Scott.
"Yeah, Coach?"
"You're on goal!"
"I've never played."
"I know. Scoring some shots will give the boys some confidence boost. First day back thing. Wilson!"
"Yes, Coach?", Sam says, bored. "Don't think I'm going to make the boys go easy on you.", Coach responded.
"Wouldn't have it any other way.", Sam says, sarcastically.
"What about me?", Scott asks.
"Try not to take any in the face.", Coach said, giving Scott a soft smack on the cheek. Scott sighed and pulled on his helmet and headed over to the goal. Sam pulled on her helmet and grabbed her lacrosse stick, running to the middle of the field where the line was.
She peered to the right of the line and looked at Scott who was catching every ball that the boys threw at him.
When it came her turn, Coach tossed her the ball and Sam managed to catch it in the net of her stick, quickly running at Scott at full speed. She heard Stiles cheer from the bench. He was such a sweet sport.
She made it past Scott, and scored a shot. She jogged over to the bench and took off her helmet as she sat down next to Stiles. They gave each other high fives before they looked at the line and saw Jackson was next.
"Oh, no.", Stiles and Sam said in unison. They watched as Jackson caught the ball from Coach and ran at Scott. He jumped in the air and threw the ball at Scott with full strength.
Both teens gaped in shock as the ball seemed to magically launch into Scott's lacrosse stick net.
Stiles jumped up and cheered with the other people on the bleachers. Sam cheered and looked at Coach's face as he was staring at Scott in bewilderment.
Scott's friends ran over to him, cheering him on before sitting aside.
"And when Jackson threw that ball, I felt like I had all the time in the world to catch it.", Scott said. "And that's not the only weird thing."
"I can hear stuff I shouldn't be able to hear.", Scott said. "Smell things."
"Smell things?", Stiles cut him off. "Like what?"
"Like that Peppermint gum in your pocket.", Scott said.
"I don't have any gum in my pocket." Stiles said as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of gum. He popped it into his mouth. "It's spearmint."
"Anyways, all this started with the bite?", Sam asked Scott.
He nodded. "What if it's like an infection, my body's flooding with adrenaline before I go into shock or something?"
"You know what?", Stiles said.
"What?", Scott and Sam asked in unison.
"I actually heard of this kind of infection."
"Really?", Scott and Sam asked intrigued, stopping to look at Stiles.
"I think it's called Lycanthropy.", he says.
Sam gave him an unimpressed look and rolled her eyes as she began to walk again with Stiles and Scott behind her.
"Is that bad?", Scott asked. "Yeah, but it only happens once a month.", Stiles said. "On the night of the full moon. Arrr-ooooo."
Sam smacked his arm. "Shut up, you weirdo. This is serious."
"There could be something seriously wrong with me.", Scott said.
"I know! You are a werewolf!", Stiles said as he mimicked a growl. Sam crossed her arms.
"Ok, obviously, I'm kidding. But if you see me in the shop class trying to melt any silver I find, it's because Friday's the full moon. Oh and so is that party. Hey, Sam, do you want to come to the party with me?", Stiles asked as they walked through the woods.
Sam looked at him, unamused. "You're kidding, right?"
"I mean, we'll just go as friends.", he says, grinning. Sam sighed. "Fine, whatever, I have nothing else to do."
"Great, I'll pick you up at eight."
Scott stopped and so did Stiles and Sam.
"No, I could have sworn this was it.", Scott muttered pointing to the ground. "I swear this was it." Scott said.
"I saw the body, the deer came running and I dropped my inhaler." Scott kicked up a few leaves to see if his inhaler was around.
"Maybe the killer moved the body.", Stiles said.
"If he did, I hope he left my inhaler. Those things are like eighty bucks.", Scott said.
Sam chuckled as she looked around the tall trees. She heard Stiles gasp behind her and felt him grab her.
She looked at him in confusion, slapping his hand. "What!?", she hissed before she turned around and saw a tall guy behind them, frowning at the teens.
He had thick black hair and wore a black leather jacket, his hands stuffed inside the pockets. He glared at them with his green-brown eyes.
"What are you doing here, huh? This is private property.", he growled. "Sorry, man, we didn't know.", Sam said, brushing Stiles off of her. "We were just looking for something."
"Forget it," Scott said. "Come on, let's go."
The man pulled something out of his pocket and tossed it to Scott. Scott caught it, effortlessly and opened up his hand to reveal his inhaler.
Sam stared at the guy in both wonder and caution. Why was he here in the middle of the woods as well...?
The man gave a huff and disappeared into the woods. "Ok, come on, Sam, we're going to be late for work.", Scott said, pulling her away.
"Dude, that was Derek Hale.", Stiles said.
"That's Derek Hale?", Sam asked with widened eyes.
"Yeah," Stiles answered.
"Who's he?" Scott said.
"Mysterious", Sam muttered, looking behind them again. He had already disappeared.
"He's gone.", Stiles said. "Derek Hale is a few years older than us. His family, they all burned to death in a fire like 10 years ago.", he exaggerated.
"I wonder what he's doing back.", Scott muttered.