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Chapter 2 - Wolf Moon Part 1

She took a deep breath as she looked out the window at the building that practically oozed teenagers. Her lip curled in disgust.

"Why do I have to do this again?" She asked her cousin.

He chuckled from the driver's seat.

"Because you're a teenager. Teenagers go to school. Now get out."

She huffed and grabbed her bag, opening the door to step out.

"Hey."

She looked back at him.

"Call me if you need anything." He told her with soft eyes.

Fighting a smile she nodded, stepping out. She pulled her bag over her shoulder as he leaned over to look at her through the open passenger window.

"I'll be waiting here after school. And hey." He smirked. "Try to stay out of trouble."

Before she could introduce him to her middle finger, the black Camero had peeled out of the parking lot.

She rolled her eyes and took a deep breath. She looked down at herself, making sure she looked as great as she had when she left the house. She wore her wedged black suede ankle boots with silver zipper and buckles, black skinny jeans that clung to her shapely legs and hips and a slightly see through royal blue sleeveless top, that gave a glimpse to her black lace bra. Derek hadn't liked that. She also wore her much loved worn leather jacket. A Hale thing. Her thick waist length raven locks were in their natural silky loose curls down her chest and back. Her smooth olive skin was clear and creamy due to her Italian heritage and her pale green eyes were framed in black liner and long black lashes that needed no mascara, and rosy glossed lips. Derek really hadn't been happy, but it wasn't like she was showing any skin or wearing large amounts of makeup so she got away with it. She wore her moonstone ring as usual and her nails were perfectly painted a blue colour to match her shirt. She'd taken off the black and red as soon as she'd woken up that morning, not able to look at them.

She started toward the school aware of the stares following her.

"It was too dark to see much but I'm pretty sure it was a wolf."

Oriana stopped in her tracks causing a few angry shouts from people behind her but she took no notice. Her keen ears instantly picked up on the word 'wolf' being spoken a little ways ahead of her.

"A wolf bit you?" A different male asked with an amused tone.

"Uh-huh."

She furrowed her brows listening more eagerly. Catching sight of two males around her age taking in the middle of the path not far from her, she veered off to the right, ducking her head to remain unnoticed by them. She sat down on an empty stone bench she caught sight of one of the boys lifting his shirt to reveal a large bloodied bandage on his side. Her eyes widened. The wound was fresh, it must have happened within the last day or so. Could it have been the Alpha? The wound was still bleeding so it must have happened recently, within the last 12 hours at least.

"No, not a chance." The slightly taller other boy told his friend confidently, scoffing

Her head tilted slightly, curious. She took out her phone and pretended to type something as a group of girls passed.

"I heard a wolf howling." The first boy said, pulling his shirt back down.

"No you didn't." The taller one with a buzzcut said so simply, so matter of fact, that Oriana almost believed him.

"What do you mean 'no I didn't'? How do you know what I heard?"

Buzz cut laughed, "Because California doesn't have wolves, okay? Not in like sixty years."

Smart boy, she raised her brows, impressed. But, if only you knew.

They stopped at the steps to the entrance of the school.

"Really?"

"Yes really." His friend snapped. "There are no wolves in California."

"Alright, well if you don't believe me about the wolf, then you're defiantly not gonna believe me when I tell you, I found the body."

She didn't hear the rest of the conversation as she began stared at the black screen of her phone. Body? He must have meant Laura. That means he would have been in the woods last night before or after her and Derek. She knew that alpha was in the woods last night because she and Derek were tracking it. So he was almost definitely bitten by the alpha and if he wasn't dead yet then he was turning. Derek had said that he was going to retrieve Laura's body today while she was at school and bury her by the house, because she didn't want to be there while he was doing it.

The sudden ringing of the school bell snapped her out of her depressing thoughts and she saw the boys walk into the school.
She was going to get up to follow them before she heard someone sit on the bench beside her.

"Hi." The girl next to her said with a sweet voice and a nervous smile.

Oriana raised a brow.

The girl was pretty. Slightly taller than herself with long dark brown curled hair, fair skin big brown eyes and a dimpled smile. She wore a hunter green jacket, blue scarf, skinny jeans and a pair of long brown boots. Besides her shy gaze she seemed okay. Compared to other annoying teens that is.

Oriana nodded politely. "Hello."

The girls smile brightened with relief as if she had been worried Oriana wasn't going to respond. Then again, she wouldn't normally. Oriana wasn't one for small talk, for talk in general, basically any form of socialization. She got annoyed easily by stupid people. And there were a lot of stupid people to annoy her. She was like her cousin Derek that way. Laura had always been the nice, social one.

"I'm Allison." The girl's voice broke through her thoughts again. "Are you new too?"

Oriana nodded.

Allison looked like she was about to say something before her phone rang. She gave Oriana an apologetic smile before answering.

Oriana looked away. All the students had flooded into the red brick building leaving her with no one to people watch as Allison greeted her mother.

"Mom, three calls on my first day is a little overdoing it." She started looking in her bag.

"I just wanted to make sure you had everything you need." The woman on the other end of the phone said.

"Everything except a pen. Oh, my god, I didn't actually forget a pen."

Allison looked up at Oriana almost pleadingly. She shrugged with a sympathetic smile, mouthing that she only had one. She actually felt bad for the nervous girl and decided that if she had a spare she would have done the 'Laura' thing and given it to her. See Derek, she thought spitefully, I am a nice person. Though she didn't quite believe it herself. Eh, she shrugged.

Allison smiled at her anyway, and looked past her before rushing her mother off of the phone.

Oriana smelled the man walking toward them and decided to follow Allison as she stood up, not really knowing what the hell was happening.

"Sorry to keep you waiting." The man told them with a kind smile. He was middle aged with dark skin, a clean cut hair-do and a smart suit. Oriana presumed he was the principle or a teacher.

Allison smiled back.

"You must be Oriana." He offered her his hand which she took giving a firm handshake. Surprisingly firm for a teenage girl she presumed by the slight surprise in his face.

"I've already met Allison here with her parents, but I'm pleased to meet you Oriana."

"You too." She said somewhat awkwardly.

He smiled kindly before waving a hand and starting toward the entrance of the school.

"So you were saying San Francisco isn't where you grew up?"

He asked Allison.

Oriana tuned them out, walking slightly behind them into the school and down the hall. It looked like any other high school hallway.

They stopped outside a door not too far from the entrance.

"You both have first class together and this is your timetable Oriana." He handed her a sheet of paper. "Allison already has her's I believe?"

Allison nodded, twisting her hand in front of her and biting her lip, looking towards the classroom door anxiously.

He nodded and opened the door.

They followed him into the class. The teacher stopped talking to look at them as did the students. Allison squirmed under the scrutiny looking to Oriana as if for support.

Oriana just looked around boredly, her left eyebrow naturally higher than the right made it look as if she was expecting someone to do something. She spotted the boys from earlier near the back of the class. The boy who had been bitten was staring at Allison with wide puppy dog eyes. She noticed he was cute with tan skin and dark floppy hair, maybe Hispanic? His slightly uneven jaw was open slightly as he watched the girl beside her fidget.

In the row to his left a seat behind him sat buzz cut. He was much cuter up close. His pale skin was speckled with several little moles, he had high cheekbones and a slightly upturned nose. His eyes were an interesting whisky colour. Her favourite. His soft looking lips were open almost as wide as his pretty eyes as they looked right at Oriana, gawking. She felt the corner of her lips twitch almost expecting him to drool.

He wasn't the only one. She was aware of the multiple boys in the room gawping at her. She was quite pretty. She wasn't vain, but she knew it. It was a Hale thing. Her pale mint eyes met whisky and she heard his heart stop momentarily.

"Class, these are our new students, Oriana Hale." She gave a brief brow lift as acknowledgement.
"And Allison Argent."

She wanted to throw up. The kind, sweet, nervous girl next to her was related to the family that murdered hers. She didn't know what to do.

Expertly, she kept her face blank as she mechanically moved as the kind man waved for them to take a seat. Unfortunately there were only two seats available. One behind wolf boy and one behind buzz cut. The problem was either way she had to sit near the Argent girl.

Allison sat behind wolf boy so she took the seat behind buzz cut. She didn't notice his eyes had stayed on her as she walked and sat down until she looked up and saw him sitting sideways in his chair looking directly at her.

She backed up a little, not happy with how close he was.

"Stilinski." The teacher scolded. Stilinski immediately twisted around until he was sitting facing the front again and slid down in his seat slightly.

She almost smirked, until she saw wolf boy turn to hand Allison a pen out the corner of her eye.

"Thanks." She smiled, curiously, taking the pen.

He smiled back, smitten, before facing the front again.

Oriana rolled her eyes. She took a deep breath and smelled a familiar scent. Werewolf.

She took out her phone and began to text Derek.

Alpha bit a kid, and Argent girl in my class, I'm freakin out here.

She sat tensely in her seat until her phone vibrated in her hand near the end of class.

Keep an eye on them.

She rolled her eyes. Thanks Derek.

When the bell rang she stood.

"Hey, I'm going to French now." Allison told her, before she could leave.

She took a deep breath, not really wanting to talk to the girl.

"Okay."

"Um." Allison shuffled her feet. "I was wondering if you had that class with me."

Remembering Derek had said that she should keep an eye on her and also taking pity on the embarrassed looking girl Oriana took the schedule out of her jacket pocket to check.

"Yep. Let's go."

Allison followed her out of the room.

OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOH

Oriana had concluded that Allison wasn't privy to the extracurricular activities that the Argent family took part in. They had every class together so far that day, so she'd poked around some and discovered that Allison believed her father was a gun supplier and when asked if he liked to hunt was told otherwise. Oriana listened to the girl's heart and didn't hear a single blip. She concluded that the sweet girl was just a naive innocent living in a house of murderers. As of right now, that girl was pretty harmless.

Allison wasn't nearly as annoying as Oriana had thought she would be. Actually the girl was smart and quite witty once she got comfortable enough. She had seemed to latch onto Oriana, probably due to their shared 'new girl' status. It worked well for her that they shared classes, so Oriana didn't really get a say when Allison followed her to and from rooms. She ignored Oriana's moodiness and one worded answers and reluctance to listen to teacher's authority or talk to anyone else. Allison was kind of the spokesperson for them both if anyone approached them, somehow knowing Oriana's responses wouldn't be so kind, but not minding. Surprisingly Oriana tolerated her forced company rather painlessly. All in all she was okay. For now.

Their lockers were right by each other they had found out. Oriana had threw her books in her locker carelessly and was now leaning against it, while Allison arranged hers neatly. Finally Allison closed her locker and was about to say something but then saw something over Oriana's shoulder and smiled widely at someone.

Oriana peeked over and saw wolf boy at a locker on the other side of the hallway, smiling at Allison with his puppy dog eyes.
She rolled her eyes.

"That jacket is absolutely killer."

A red headed girl was standing next to them speaking to Allison. Oriana looked her over. She was shorter than her and Allison and wore heals, black thigh high stockings, a pink and purple plaid high waisted skirt with a tucked in dark blue sweater. She was pretty with lips that rivalled Angelina Julie and she held one arm over her stomach with the other resting on it, up in the air with her hand bent in practiced nonchalance. Oriana thought that she looked like she'd stepped out of that movie Laura had made her watch; Mean Girls.

"Where'd you get it?" She asked in a way that made Oriana think she didn't really care.

"My mom was a buyer for a boutique back in San Francisco." Allison told her awkwardly.

"And you and my new best friend." She pointed at Allison with a smile.

She turned to Oriana and tilted her head, she looked her up and down and smiled.

"Are you a model?"

"No?"

"Are you sure?"

She scoffed. "Pretty sure."

"Well." The red head smiled. "You are my other new best friend."

Before Oriana could express how absolutely uninterested she was, a boy came up behind the redhead and pinched her sides, causing her to give a giggle that made Oriana want to rip off her ears.

"Hey, Jackson." She wrapped her arms around him and gave him a kiss. Oriana threw up in her mouth a little.

He had spiked dark blonde/light brown hair, a chiselled jaw, blue eyes and an ego so strong she could smell it. He was handsome in a pretty boy way, but his something told her that his personality was a flop.

"Anyway, I'm Lydia..."

Oriana tuned out as the redhead prattled on to Allison. She leant against the lockers bored, ignoring Jackson as he tried to make eye contact. She heard her name nearby and turned her ear to hear to the right.

"Where do you think that comes from? Or-ee-ahh-nah?"

She recognised the voice as buzzcut. Or Stilinski.

"I dunno." That was puppy dog.

"Irish? Maybe? I don't know she's kinda tan, maybe she's Spanish? Or Italian? And that hair?! Gah!"

Her lips twitched in amusement.

"Can someone tell me how the new girls are here all of five minutes, and they're already hanging out with Lydia's clique?" Came a new female voice that just seeped jealousy.

"Because they're hot." Stilinski said simply. "Beautiful people heard together."

She looked over her shoulder to see Stilinski standing between a pretty dark skinned girl and puppy dog who leant against the lockers staring at Allison longingly. Her eyes connected with Stilinski's whisky orbs and she tilted her head slightly letting a long curl fall over her shoulder. His eyes widened and he audibly gulped. She winked.

"So, this weekend, there's a party." Lydia said.

"A party?" Allison spoke, glancing at her new raven haired blank faced friend. Oriana just shrugged at her.

"Yeah. Friday night. You two should come." Jackson said, looking at Oriana. He leaned one arm across the lockers with the other around Lydia. Together they looked like the popular, mean, 'it' couple, you saw in movies.

"Uh, I can't. It's family night this Friday. Thanks for asking." Allison said politely, obviously lying.

"Boo." Lydia pouted, turning to Oriana who glared slightly at Allison who gave an innocent shrug. "What about you...?"

"Oriana. And actually I'm not really the party type." She told them with pursed lips.

"You sure? Everyone's going after the scrimmage." He pushed.

"You mean like football?"

The couple laughed. "Footballs a joke in Beacon Hills. The sport here is Lacrosse."

Idiots. Oriana rolled her eyes. She felt like she'd done that a lot since walking into Beacon High.

"We've won the state championship for the past three years." He boasted.

Lydia flicked his hair from his face and turned in his arms as he smirked down at her.

"Because of a certain team captain."

"Oh?" Oriana piped up. "You were team captain when you were thirteen?"

The couple glared. Allison's dimples twitched. She heard a laugh from behind her. At least wolf boy thought she was funny.

"We practice in a few minutes. That is, if you don't have anywhere else..." Jackson drawled.

"Actually, we..." Allison started before Lydia grabbed her hand.

"Perfect. You're coming."

Oriana went to wave mockingly as Lydia dragged Allison to her doom before Allison grabbed hold of her leather clad arm.

She glared at Allison as they were pulled behind the excited ginger and her big headed jock of a boyfriend.

OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOH

Lydia led the way up the mini bleachers as guys ran around the field in lacrosse gear and other spectators milled around waiting for practice to start.

Oriana followed Allison with a sulky pout. She saw the other girl smile at someone on the field, she looked to see the girl's doe eyed admirer standing on the field with a dopey smile before he jumped when the Coach called his name. The coach was as tall as him with mad brown hair that stuck up as if he'd dried it upside down and then used hairspray, and big eyes to match his big voice. He looked a bit eccentric if not a little mad.

"McCall!"

Oriana chuckled to herself. Allison looked at her with a mock scalding look. She didn't bother listening in as the coach spoke to him only giving another chuckle when he slapped the kid's cheek lightly.

"Let's go! Come on!"

"Who is that?" Allison asked Lydia.

"Him? I'm not sure who he is. Why?" She asked with a snobbish nose crinkle.

The boy in question, McCall, was standing in goal and had his helmet clad head turned slightly in their direction as if he were listening. He probably was.

"He's in my English class." She shrugged.

The whistle blew and McCall bend over hands clashing his head in pain. Oriana closed her eyes, exasperated. Very inconspicuous, she thought sarcastically.

He fell back when a ball suddenly hit him in the face. Well, helmet. Oriana was amused, watching people in pain was always funny. Apparently everyone else thought so too, as laughter flooded the field, the Coaches being the loudest.

He stood up and got back in stance. The next ball seemed to fly straight into his net much to the shock of everyone. He bent this way and that catching every ball that came at him. Oriana smirked to herself. She heard a sudden whooping sound and looked down to the benches where she saw Stilinski punching the air excitedly. She shook her head.

"He seems like he's pretty good." Allison said with a fond smile.

"Yeah, very good." Lydia agreed, shocked.

One of the other lacrosse guys that were lined up stormed to the front. Jackson. His shoulders were tense as if he wanted to start beating McCall with his stick.

He ran foreword and gave a great leap before throwing the ball from his net at full force, annnnnd...McCall caught it.

Stilinski jumped from the bench with a shout. The crowd started applauding and Lydia stood up to cheer.

"That is my friend!" Stilinski shouted, looking around for someone to tell.

Oriana smirked at the amusing boy, she gave a slight laugh when his face blushed bright red when he caught her eye.

Jackson glared up at Lydia who stared back defiantly. McCall threw the ball to the coach over his shoulder with a smirk.

Cocky werewolf, Oriana thought.

OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOH

Derek picked her up after school and she filled him in on her discoveries of the day. She told him of Allison's ignorance, McCall's wolfitide and her bitchy chem teacher Harris.

Derek took her behind the house to where he'd buried Laura. She sat on the ground by the freshly dug soil for an hour just thinking, while Derek went to patrol. He said he'd scented the alpha near where they'd found Laura's body that morning, and also a foreign scent he thought could be McCall's after she'd told him about overhearing him yelling at Stilinski that he'd found a body and been bitten. He was going to see what else he could find.

When he came back he found her in her room in the burnt house. Coincidentally his and hers were the two rooms that had the least fire damage in the house because they were located at the very end of the house, opposite to where the fire had originated.

Her room was decorated the same as it had been years before. The dark lilac paint was peeling and scorched and smudged with soot in places and the once cream carpet had been ripped out by Derek when they'd come back and was now old wooden under flooring with a new large purple area rug between her bed and the door. It was a decent size room, only holding a new bed with purple silk sheets and a new oak dresser under the window that was opposite the door, and a medium sized wardrobe near it that held all of her clothes. Other then that and a bedside table with a small lamp the room was empty. Next to nothing had been salvageable from the fire and she wasn't sentimental anyway. Derek's room was similar but decorated with a grey scheme.

She was laying on her stomach on the bed on her laptop, her jacket on the dresser and her shoes on the floor, when Derek entered.

"I saw him." He told her leaning in the open doorway.

She sat up quickly. "The alpha?"

He shook his head. "McCall. Or Scott his friend called him. They were in the woods looking for an inhaler. His friend was joking about him being a werewolf."

"What do you want me to do?"

"Keep an eye on him, but don't tell him anything unless you have to. I want to know what he and his friend know first. See if the alpha approaches him."

She nodded.

"I'm gonna go grab dinner. I'll be back soon." He stood up, patting the door. "You doin your homework?" He asked nodding to the laptop.

"Didn't get any."

He smirked. "Really?"

"Yup." She smiled innocently.

"Brat." He called as he walked back down the hallway.

Too long? Too short? I was going to do whole episodes in a chapter, but then I realized how long this one was supposed to be, like 8,630 words, so I decided to start splitting episodes into 2 parts/chapters haha. Thank you for reading, and please review ")