Meg's POV:

A couple of days later, the first day of school came along and here we were sitting in Stiles car, looking for Scott among the sea of teenagers talking, gossiping and sharing about what they did over the summer.

I wondered if anyone could top getting a song written about them that charted number one across the country and kicked out of a ritzy club the same night, because that unfortunately, was the highlight of my summer.

My head was throbbing as I zoned out of Stiles and Arden talking, I don't know why, but the pain was really intense and I was praying that the Tylenol I took would start to kick in soon.

"So, what do you think?" Stiles commented to me, snapping me out of people watching and headache woes.

I chuckled, turning to look at his honey brown eyes "It's almost exactly like the movies,"

"Yeah!" Arden agreed, looking around like an eager child in a toy store from the back seat. The only reason she was sitting in the back seat was because I beat her to Stiles car, taking shot-gun.

Stiles smirked, amused by what I said and Arden's amazement "Yeah, it can look that way, but it's nowhere near as great."

I looked around, noticing people slowly walk by Stiles car and look in.

"Um…" I started before Arden cut off.

"Hey! This is a private jeep!" Arden snapped at a guy holding a video camera up to the car window, pounding on the glass. Surprisingly, it actually worked, scaring the guy away.

Stiles and I laughed as Arden muttered "No respect…"

Well, I figured word was bound to get out anyway about us enrolling at Beacon. We were pretty used to having people notice us, but Arden always took it better than me though: when it came to crowds I got pretty claustrophobic.

I don't even know why Arden and I were famous: we're only known because of our dad.

And now, I guess sneaking into clubs and getting songs written about us by ex-boyfriends.

Seriously, that was the highlight of my summer.

"Scott's here!" Arden announced, grabbing her red backpack, the only pop of colour to her all-black outfit, minus her cheetah-print shoes

Style was probably the only thing you could use to tell us apart besides the dip-dyed streaks in my hair: Arden preferred an edgy, glam, rock-and-roll look while I liked a more girly, trendy style.

"Okay, so don't worry Meg," Stiles said, getting out the car "With Scott and I as security, no crazy fans we'll get past us." He gave me a sly wink, making me giggle as he got the door for Arden and then me.

"Thank you," I smiled, adjusting my leather satchel on my shoulder and smoothing down my mint, skater-skirt dress.

I watched Arden and Stiles walk together, talking about random things as people watched them. In the midst of my nerves acting up because of all the attention I was getting and my terrible headache, I couldn't help but smile a little seeing Arden laugh at something Stiles said.

I like Stiles. He was a really nice guy, a little hyper and a bit too sarcastic for my taste, but he was perfect for Arden. He was different from the other guys back home, and Arden and the guys back home didn't work (they dubbed her as the "Un-dateable Fox" in US Weekly because she's never had a relationship with someone in Hollywood other than a month, flings yeah, but never real things)

So, I really hoping for the best, besides, Stiles didn't look like a cheater.

A sudden ache appeared, making me cringe.

Okay, enough talk about boys for today.

Then, I saw Scott, and weirdly, a sense of excitement hit me.

He was sitting on top of a dirt bike, taking off his helmet.

He looked around before catching sight of me, and broke into a big, pretty adorable grin.

"Hey!" He called out, making me smile as I walked towards him.

"Hey," I said, noticing his bike up close "nice bike,"

"Thanks, but it's not as nice as those bikes over there," he commented, nudging his shoulder towards two twin black motorcycles parked next to us.

"Well, I still think yours is nice,"

Scott laughed, and it sounded like a real laugh.

Not like the fake ones Jeremy sometimes used to make me happy.

"Thanks," he grinned, his dakr brown eyes glowing "So how come you got a ride with Stiles?"

I shrugged "Derek wanted it," then, I remembered something I wanted to ask Scott.

"Speaking of him, Derek was gone when we woke up."

Scott looked at me confused.

"Gone?"

"Yeah," I said, adjusting the strap of my bag, getting a weird feeling "he's been doing this ever since he agreed to let us enroll at Beacon and stay here. Scott, I know your friends-"

"-I guess," he said, making me laugh because I knew that Derek wasn't exactly Mr. Popular.

"-with him, so I was wondering would you know where he might disappear to? I'm actually concerned for him. He leaves early in the morning, no note and he doesn't come back to the apartment until late at night. Arden almost hit him with a base-ball bat one time because she thought someone broke into the apartment."

Scott laughed, but something about his actions made it seemed… forced. Like he knew something I didn't.

A throb of pain entered my head.

"I don't know what to tell you Meg," he shrugged, his facial expression heading into deep thought "I have no clue,"

He's lying, even though I only known him for a few days, he's lying to me.

But why is he?

Suddenly, music blasted throughout the parking lot.

And of course, it was Jeremy's song.

I felt my cheeks turn pink and my body stiffen which unfortunately, Scott noticed.

He didn't say anything, making me wonder if he's read the tabloids, and instead he walked up to the car and talked to the person inside from the rolled-down passenger window.

A few seconds later, it was off.

I felt my cheeks blush again, but not from embarrassment.

"Thanks," I smiled softly as he walked back.

"No problem," he smiled "it sucks hearing something that makes you remember something you want to forget."

By the way he said it, it sounded like he went through something like that too.

"Yeah," I agreed, making our way towards Arden and Stiles, who were chatting with another guy.

After being introduced to a guy named Danny, I noticed Scott kept on looking over at the same girls we met at the night a deer crashed into their car: Lydia and Allison.

With the secrets I didn't know, Derek's mysterious disappearances and these weird mixed messages I was receiving, I had a feeling that this first day of school will nothing like the movies.