I ignored the irritating sound of the school bell as I slowly walked to my first ever class at Beacon Hills. I had Biology in the lab first up and I wasn't looking forward to it. Making my way to the door of the lab, I peered in, briefly glancing at the teacher before scanning the class; no one seemed to be paying attention to the drawling of the teacher. I took a deep breath and walked in,

"New student?" the teacher asked, stopping their lecture to look at me. I nodded without saying a word. I hated being the new student. The way everyone stared at you and judged you without knowing anything about you.

"You can sit between McCall and Stilinski" the teacher said, pointing towards two dark haired boys.

"Come on Coach!" the one on the right hand side of the table said,

"Just move Stilinski" the teacher sighed, then returning to his lecture. I hurried towards the lab table where the two boys sat eager to get away from the pointed stares of the whole class.

"Sorry 'bout you having to move" I muttered as I sat down,

"It ain't your fault" the boy on my left said,

"Stiles Stilinski" he added.

"Kayla" I replied with a slight smile, already tuning out the droning voice of the teacher,

"Scott" the guy on my right said as he leaned back in his chair. I just nodded in response, watching out of the corner of my eye as Stiles leaned back in his chair to and the two proceeded to have one of those silent 'guy' talks where they just look at each other.

Ignoring them, I pulled a sharpie out of my pocket and began drawing along the inside of my arm; soon swirls, flowers and manga eyes covered my arm.

I wished that the day would end quickly. I was finally getting to meet Derek's pack this afternoon and I was eager to see how would have the will power to put up with the boring, brooding sour wolf.

The day, thankfully, did pass by quickly and I vaguely noticed that Scott and Stiles seemed to be in all of my classes. As the bell rang, ending the last lesson of the day, I hurried out of the room and was soon out of the school, wasting no time saying goodbye to friends or waiting to get out of the crowded student car park.

Pulling the hood of my jacket up over my head against the cold wind, I hurried across the street and towards the woods. Dipping my hand into my jacket pocket, I pulled out a black IPod with white apple ear buds winded around it. Unraveling the ear buds I shoved them into my ears, unlocked the IPod and pressed shuffle, as Nickelback blasted in my ears, I turned off the device and put it back into my pocket. Continuing my walk, I soon lost track of everything around me so I was surprised when the door to Derek's loft was suddenly in front of me.

Walking in I pulled out the ear buds and looked around, once more the loft was empty.

"Derek!" I yelled, hoping that he would actually hear me this time,

When there was no response, I sighed and once more threw my bag on the ground, shrugged off my jacket and slouched on the couch beside the metal staircase.

When no one appeared, I began to wonder if I should start looking for Derek, standing up I was about to head up the metal staircase, but the door opened.

Either that was Derek's pack or Derek himself, taking another few steps forward she saw that it wasn't Derek.

"Oh shit" I whispered as I recognized who it was,

"What the hell…" Scott muttered when he saw me, Stiles stood by his side, eyes wide. A red-haired girl stood behind them, a brown haired girl stood behind her. I couldn't believe that those two were werewolves. Let alone Derek's pack!

"I see you've met" Derek said as he walked down the staircase. What the hell was with him and coming down the staircase only after I'd been waiting down here for ages?!

"You could say that" Stiles said slowly.

"Why the hell didn't you tell me that your 'pack' went to my new school?" I exclaimed, glaring at Derek with sudden hatred,

"You could've told us that the new member was the new student!" Scott said.

"But this is far more entertaining" Derek grinned,

"Whatever. I've already met your 'pack' so I'm out" I glared, swiping my back pack off the floor as I walked past them; ignoring the shocked stares of the pack. As I walked out of the loft I shrugged back on my jacket, swung my bag over my shoulder and pulled up my hood.