-Chapter Four-

After a whole month of hiding in the shadows, Scarlett Winters has been named a fugitive who is wanted alive in Beacon Hills for assaulting police officers, hurting innocent people, drug possession, and drinking under age. When the police would go out looking for her, their eyes mislead the teenager who has been in Beacon Hills, acting as Charlotte Elise Claire, being called Charlie for short as her name was always forgotten when she had to be called by her first name. Charlie was now a dark teenager, seventeen years old, around shoulder length light blue hair, pale, and just a little, not as shy as Sky, but still shy.

"Charlie, this is the fifth day you have been here and all you care about is these eyes that you keep drawing in class, at lunch, everywhere." Rosie, the new guidance consular, flipped through a notebook filled with a pair of red eyes on every page, staring back into the person looking at them.

"What's wrong with drawing eyes? Can I not draw eyes, because these prove you wrong." Charlie told her as she pulled out another notebook, flipping page by page with red eyes, showing them to her.

"There was a teenager who drew a tree over and over again in her notebooks. It was like she was obsessed over them, like she was letting it take over her life. Now, she isn't drawing the trees anymore, but that doesn't mean that she hasn't spent every day drawing these trees for weeks. Let's not let that happen to you." Rosie told her, keeping the stack of five notebooks, each page filled with red eyes, in her drawer, shutting it and locking it before looking back up at Charlie.

"It's not going to happen to me." Charlie confirmed, letting her arms slid on the table, leaning in to look at Rosie's eyes before backing up, grabbing her bag, and leaving Rosie alone in her office.

The sound of her black All-Star converse stepping on the floor, echoing in the hall, as she was walking towards Lydia Martin, her friend that she managed to talk to on the second day she went to the school. Her R&M Richards dress flowing behind her as she saw Lydia turn to see Charlie, walking up to her as they meant in the middle of the hall.

"If you had to go with black or white, which one would you wear?" Lydia asked, showing two pictures of dresses to her as she waited for the answer.

"Depends on the occasion." Charlie told Lydia, waiting for the answer before she picked a dress for Lydia to wear to the occasion.

"Which one says, 'Hosting a party' and 'Attending a party?'" Lydia questioned, seeing her match the white dress to the host and the black dress to the attender.

"You want to be visible to you party guests, showing off your dress, but not wanting to become a shadow, which is where the black one comes in for the attender. As we all know, the attender is not the host, therefore is not important for the party." Charlie responded, earning a smile and quick hug from Lydia, turning to look at Charlie before she began to speak.

"You going to your next class or are you just going to skip it?" Lydia asked, knowing that Charlie had loved to skip class, skating, and with a skateboard, down the halls, sometimes outside.

"You know the answer to that." Charlie replied, turning as she headed down to her locker, wanting to do a couple of tricks in the parking lot, if she could get outside.

Taking out her skateboard, she swung her bag across her shoulder, making sure to slide her iPod in her pocket with one earphone in her ear. Shutting her locker, the skateboard dropped to the ground, one foot after another, pushing off with her left foot as she began to skate down the hall, seeing a few students watching her and a couple teachers seeing her go by. Seeing the one, the only, Scott McCall walking the hall with Stiles Stilinski, she watched as they talked to each other, their eyes locking onto her as she skated by.

"You know that chick?" She heard a voice say from down the hall, their whispering sucking as she could clearly hear them.

"Heard she's new. What I would give to get in her pants." The other voice said, a small laugh from them both as they continued.

"How about twenty dollars that I could get in her pants tonight." The other one said, the sound of them laughing filling the hall.

"I'll get in on that. You think she's a screamer?" The boy said, handing his money to the other boy, Charlie watching as she came down the hall.

"Definitely a screamer. Dude, video tape the whole thing and send it to me, got it?" The boys began laughing, the other way telling him yes as they watched her skate down the hall.

Skidding to a stop next to them, she got off her board, kicking it up in her right hand as she looked from one boy to another. Finally she started to talk, saying, "How about I get in that bet? Forty bucks that you don't get in my pants."

"Anyone can get in your pants. Must not be hard to get in you," One of the boys said, checking out her as he continued, "Doesn't look like you could take down anyone."

Putting his hand on her shoulder, she grabbed hit wrist, flipping him over as she leaned in, whispering, "Doesn't look like you can fight. All talk and no play, isn't that right?"

The other boy started to run, only for Charlie to grab his wrist, flipping him over the same way, leaning in to say, "You just got you asses kicked," Putting down her skateboard, she pushed out with her left foot, not bothering to look back as she shouted, "By a girl."

Knowing that Scott and Stiles had witnessed the whole thing, she wasn't surprised to see them look at her leaving, wondering who she was.

Skating pass a room, she heard a teacher run out, it being her science teacher of all teachers who had disliked her from the beginning when she arrived. The class that the teacher was hosting followed the teacher out, watching Charlie skate down the hall, only for the teacher to continue yelling at her to come back. Hearing footsteps rushing towards her, knowing it was the whole class following, she saw a male open the door, hearing Charlie shout, "Hold," as she came pass, skating out the door and making it nicely to the parking lot where half of the whole school had gathered outside, including Scott and Stiles who made their way to the front of the crowd, watching Charlie.

"Scarlett Winters, slow down." A voice said from behind her, her skidding to a stop, hitting the end of the board up as she caught it, turning back to see Scott McCall in the middle of the parking lot, the whole school now outside, hearing what Scott had just called Charlie.