My hands are shaky and my knees are weak
I can't seem to stand on my own two feet
I hummed along to the song playing through the speakers of my dad's black Range Rover and thumped my fingers against the steering wheel. I checked the GPS and made sure I was on the correct street and then flicked the blinker as I turned right onto the street. I stopped abruptly, however, when a boy on a bike came peddling past my car. I frowned in confusion and watched as Isaac, the guy I'd literally run into at school quickly righted himself on the bike, glanced at me with wide eyes, and then continued peddling down the road.
I shook my head and continued down the street and parked in front of a big brick house. I stepped out of the car and turned my head when I heard a man yelling out for Isaac and jumping into his car. He started the car and reversed out of the driveway and then sped up to follow the teenager on the bike.
I shook my head at the craziness of it all and turned to see a shirtless guy standing across the street from Isaac's house with a bag. He put the bag into the trashcan at the end of the street and then turned to go back into his house. Before he went inside, though, he caught me watching him and smirked widely at me.
"You're Allison's cousin, right?" he called out to me. I nodded, slightly confused as to why he was asking. "I'm Jackson, Allison and I are friends, she might've told you about me?" he indirectly asked.
"Oh, yeah, I know who you are." I nodded. This was the guy that had broken Allison's best friend's heart not too long ago. I couldn't help, but understand why exactly Lydia had been so in love with him.
Jackson was gorgeous, a fact that I am sure he was more than aware of. He looked me up and down and seemed to nod his head in a weird way. I frowned and raised an eyebrow.
"What's your name?" he asked after a few tense awkward moments of Jackson staring at me.
"Emma Argent." I replied as I turned away from him and started walking towards the house.
"I'll see you around, Emma Argent!" he yelled out to me as I rang the doorbell of the house. I turned and smirked at him over my shoulders, wiggling my fingers in a sort of wave.
"Thanks for coming over in such a short notice." Megan, a girl in my History class, gushed as she opened the door.
We'd been assigned as partners for a project in the class that was due at the end of the week and we had yet to start working on it. Megan was busy trying to even out the work load and I had just been too busy not doing schoolwork to even worry about it. I hadn't wanted to move to Beacon Hills. If we had done it my way, we would've only been in the small town for my aunt's funeral and then we would've gone back to San Francisco where our lives were at least a little normal.
It didn't seem fair to me or Allison that our dads were now trying to pressure us into this whole family business thing. I didn't have any interest whatsoever in killing werewolves and Allison's freaking boyfriend was one of them. If she killed a werewolf she may as well have broken up with Scott and then stomped on his heart for good measure. He was a nice boy, I didn't want them to break up and if his little furry issue didn't put my cousin in danger, he was fine in my book.
My dad and uncle were uneasy, though. Gerard was still in town and it looked like he wasn't leaving anytime soon. We had to keep the fact that Allison's ex-boyfriend was a werewolf a secret because if he knew he wouldn't hesitate to kill Scott, even though he was underage and hadn't hurt anyone. Gerard seemed to be playing by his own rules lately.
Megan and I worked on the project for a few hours, but I think she could tell I wasn't really focused on the Cold War. Not enough to write a three thousand word paper on it, that's for sure. I stopped at my car, however, when I saw a piece of paper sticking out from under one of the windshield wipers. I grabbed the paper and rolled my eyes when I saw a phone number scribbled on to it as well as winky face and a message to give Jackson a call. I got into my car and turned back to wave at Megan. She waved goodbye to me as I drove away from the house, noticing that Isaac's dad's car was still missing.
When I got home, Allison was just walking outside. I got out of the car and clicked the button to lock the doors as she breathed onto the window. I smirked at the writing on it and shook my head at my cousin as she grinned.
"I'll cover for you. Go have fun." I winked at her and then walked inside.
I closed the front door behind me gently, trying to be as quiet as possible. My parents knew where I'd been, but I was trying to get in without them noticing so I didn't have to lie about where Allison was. She told me to tell them that she checking on Lydia if they asked and that her car ran out of gas on the way home, so she had to fill the tank. I crept past my uncle's study and hurried up the stairs, but just as I reached the landing I heard my name being called.
"Em, have you seen Allison?" I turned to see my aunt standing at the foot of the stairs with a curious expression on her face.
"Oh, she isn't home yet?" I asked. "That's weird, I just got back. She said she was going to go check on Lydia and then be back." I shrugged. "I'll call her, maybe she had car trouble or something?" I smiled and then turned to hurry up the stairs and to my room.
"Emmeline!" I stopped and turned back to my aunt with a curious smile. "If you talk to Allison, tell her be home as soon as possible, you guys have an important day at school tomorrow." She smiled.
"What do you mean, Aunt Victoria?" I asked with a confused frown.
"Oh, nothing, sweetheart, just a new administration that should rise Beacon Hills to its upmost potential." She replied a knowing smile as she turned on her heel and headed into the kitchen.
I shook my head at my aunt's weird personality switch and hurried into my room. I went through the regular process of getting ready for bed. I grabbed my phone from my nightstand and quickly added Jackson's number to my contacts because with my luck I would lose the piece of paper before I got the nerve to call him. I knew it probably wouldn't the best idea getting on Lydia's bad side so soon into moving to Beacon Hills, but Jackson interested me. He seemed like much more than just the cliché jock and it had always been my girly teenaged dream to change a bad boy into the sweetheart that he really was within. Not to mention I had a soft spot for athletes.
To: Jackson Whittemore.
Nice move, Jackson. I'll see you at school. Xo
-Emma
I rolled my eyes and turned on my alarm for school the next morning. As I was settling into my bed I heard a bump in Allison's room next door and her whispered curse, so I knew that she was safe in her own bed. I turned over and pressed my face into my pillow, drifting off and dreaming of cute boys in lacrosse jerseys.
I woke up the next morning to a Kesha chart topper blaring from my phone. I groaned and turned over in my bed to silence it and glared at the harsh digital letters flashing before me in the almost pitch black of my room. I sighed and got up to get ready for school. I practically fell out of my bed and then righted myself. I opened my door and saw Allison doing the same from her room. I glanced over at her and then quickly rushed to the bathroom at the same time she did, I just barely beat her to the door and laughed as I practically slammed the door in her face.
"Emma, please don't take forever!" Allison groaned from the other side of the door. "I have to pee!"
"Allison, there are three other bathrooms in this house, go find one." I replied as I began brushing my teeth.
I let Allison into the bathroom a few minutes later after I'd done my own business. She forced herself in and closed the door quickly. She stepped in front of me at the sink and washed her face while I stepped back and brushed through my dark hair. I decided to braid it over my shoulder in a long fishtail and did so while Allison gushed quietly about her midnight rendezvous with Scott the night before.
"Okay, but the full moon is soon. Does he have a plan?" I asked as I finished the braid and tied a hairband around the end of it.
"Stiles is gonna lock him up somewhere, he got a bunch of chains and stuff so it should hold him." She replied quietly. I nodded and left the bathroom to finish getting ready in my room.
I did my make up in front of the floor length mirror. I sat in the floor and brushed on minimal foundation and a layer of liquid eyeliner that was thicker at the edge of my eye and met with the bottom, creating a cat eye kind of wing.
I got dressed quickly. I wore a dress that reached my lower thigh and a denim jacket to wear over it. I tied a belt around my waist and wore a pair of boots that went up to my knee and had a flat bottom. I grabbed my bag and stuffed my notebook and history textbook into it as I rushed out of my room. I met Allison at the bottom of the stairs and together we walked into the kitchen. We each grabbed a banana and a protein shake from the counter and hurried out of the house, shouting a goodbye to whoever would hear.
When we got to school we split up so that Allison could find Lydia. I walked towards where I knew the boy's locker room was and looked for Stiles, hoping I could find him and ask him about his plan to keep Scott locked away safe and sound for the full moon. I followed the noise and the smell to the locker room and watched silently from the doorway as a long chain fell from Stiles' locker. I smirked and shook my head at him.
"Part of me wants to ask, the other part of me says that knowing would be more disturbing than anything I could ever imagine." Coach said as he stepped up next to the locker.
"Kinky, Stiles." He turned over his shoulder and his eyes widened at me standing in the doorway.
All of the boys in the locker room turned to see me standing just outside of the locker room and looked at Stiles and then back to me. I used my index finger to gesture for him to come over to me. He gulped and looked around the locker room and then came towards me. I leaned up on my tippy toes and whispered to him when he got close enough.
"Meet me at my locker after practice. I need to ask you about your plan for the full moon. You're welcome for this, by the way. Now all of the guys on the team aren't going to think you're some weirdo murderer or something." I leaned back and smiled up at him. "Later, babe." I reached up and kissed his cheek and then turned on my heel and sauntered away from the locker room.
I found Allison and Lydia easily enough standing by their lockers and whispering quietly about the entrance they'd just made into school. I waltzed over and smiled gently at the red head in front of me.
"You must be Lydia." I reached my hand out to her. "I'm Emma, Allison's cousin." I smirked at her.
Lydia gazed at me, looking up and down and then nodded in approval. She reached her hand out and shook mine once and then dropped it.
"Anyway, I'm going to lacrosse practice, my free period is early today. Ciao." I blew them each a kiss and then turned on my heel to go outside.
I walked over to the bleachers and took a seat, glancing out to the field and seeing a few players practicing drills. I looked down to the bench and saw Scott and Stiles talking quietly. I shook my head at the two of them and then looked over to see Jackson talking to a guy I'd only ever seen around. Jackson looked up almost sensing that someone was watching him and smirked at me. I raised an eyebrow in an almost challenge and wiggled my fingers at him in the same kind of wave I'd done the night before. He winked and then turned back to head towards the field. The guy he was talking to glanced over his shoulder and frowned in confusion at me and then followed Jackson onto the field.
I crossed my legs and leaned forward watching in amusement as Scott ran out of the goal and tackled a guy. Coach reprimanded him and then it happened all over again.
I shook my head and watched him do it again and again until he tackled someone and then began whispering. Coach threatened him and Scott ran back to the goal. By now I was extremely curious as to what he was up to and stood from my spot, heading down closer to the field to try and see if I could hear anything.
Jackson, who was up next spoke quietly with the coach and then walked over to the bench. I stepped forward and leaned over his shoulder.
"Scared, Jackson?" I asked with a small smirk.
He turned to seem me and raised an eyebrow.
"No, I separated my shoulder not too long ago, I can't risk being hurt again." He responded defensively. I nodded with a smirk and looked back onto the field.
I tensed when I saw Scott and Isaac hit each other and then land on their hands on knees. I stepped forward, almost as if I was going to go out onto the field and do something about the situation, but stopped when I saw police officers headed towards the field.
The officers gathered up Isaac and walked away from the crowd and began talking with him. I made an excuse to Jackson and then hurried over to stand with Scott and Stiles.
"What's going on?" I asked quietly as we watched Isaac talking with the officers.
"His father's dead." Scott explained. "They think he was murdered."
"Wait, are they saying he's a suspect?" Stiles asked.
"I'm not sure, why?" Scott asked.
"Because they can lock him in a holding cell for 24 hours." Stiles explained.
"Like overnight?" Scott asked.
"During the full moon." I nodded and chewed on my lip.
"How good are these holding cells at holding people?" Scott asked after glancing down at me.
"People, good." Stiles told us. "Werewolves, probably not that good."
"Stiles, remember when I said I don't have the urge to maim and kill?" Scott asked.
I looked over towards the officers and waited for Isaac to look over at us. I knew that it would be dangerous around a new wolf on his first full moon, but we had to do everything possible to get him out of the holding cell and to somewhere safe.
"Yes?" Stiles replied.
"He does." Scott told us as Isaac was being led away by the police. He glanced back at the three of us and frowned a little when his eyes met mine. I smiled timidly, trying to show what little comfort I could.
I walked back inside with a frown, trying to think of a plan to get Isaac out of the jail for the full moon. I turned the corner and just managed not to run into someone.
"Emma, you should pay more attention to where you're going, sweetheart." I frowned and glanced up to see my grandfather smiling at me.
"Gerard?" I asked. "Why are you here?" I glanced around, making sure that no one could overhear our conversation.
"Didn't your mother tell you?" he asked, I shook my head. "I'm the new principal." He smiled. "You should head to class now, Emeline, wouldn't want you to be late." He stepped around me and headed towards the office.
I stayed there for a few moments, trying to comprehend that Gerard was the principal. Him being around more often meant that it would be harder for us to get away with talking to Scott and Stiles about anything werewolf. He'd find it weird that his granddaughters were talking to one of their ex-boyfriend's and his best friend.
"Hey, are you going to go to Chemistry or stand there all day?" I snapped out of my mental discussion and saw Jackson smirking down at me. I blinked and shook my head, gripping my books tighter to my chest. "Are you okay?" he asked, stepping closer to me.
"Yeah," I shook my head. "It's just, my grandfather's the new principal." I explained, chewing on my lip a little.
"Well that sucks." I glanced up at him with a confused frown. "That means I can't kiss you in the hallway without being afraid that he'll kill me." he smirked.
"Oh and what makes you so sure you'll be kissing me?" I asked with a smirk.
"Because you want me." he grinned. I rolled my eyes at him. "You know it's true, that's why you're trying so hard to play it cool and act like you're not interested, because you're so interested that it scares you." He stepped closer to me. "I can read you like a book, Em."
Jackson leaned in like he was going to kiss me, and maybe I would've let him had the warning bell not rang overhead.
"I'll see you around, Jackson." I stepped around him with a small bashful smile and began walking towards Chemistry.
"Oh yeah, you want me!" Jackson called down the hallway, causing me to stop and glare playfully over my shoulder and a blush to sweep out across my cheeks. He only grinned and turned on his heel, walking towards the office.