Chapter 2- A Ride with Allison

"Mama, do I have to go to Allison's pool party?" Justin Munoz groaned as he tied the strings of his black board shorts. He was not in the mood to go to some party of a well-respected minister's daughter, even though they hit if off the day he and his family met the Argents three weeks ago.

"Si, mi amor. You and Allison really hit it off and are already good friends. It would be ofensivo if you didn't go and Allison would want you to come," his mother said coming into the room. She was the exact copy of her son. Born in Bilbao, Spain, her parents moved her to Venezuela with her aunt and uncle. "Besides you need to make some new friends."

Justin sighed. "I'm a featured twirler for the school marching band."

"That's not enough." Mrs., Munoz took her son's hands and look at him in the eye. "I know it was hard to leave South Carolina, but I think this change of scenery is good for us. Your father and older sister would have wanted to be happy in Beacon Hills," she said trying to guard her thoughts of her Nigerian husband Duane Oki Munoz and his copy daughter Sandra Jayanne, who were killed in a car crash by a drunk driver when Justin was in the 1st grade.

Justin gave his mother a hug. "I'll go to the party Mama. And I'll have fun for you and for me." Outside, a car horn sounded. "Ooh. That's Allison right now," he said pulling a black tank top over his muscular caramel body. Taking his black sunglasses he grabbed his bag and left to meet Allison. "Hey, chica," he said greeting the lovely brunette with 2 air kisses on each cheek as he stepped into her red Audi.

"Hey, Justin. Ready to party?" she said, smiling.

"Yeah!" he said, putting on his sunglasses. "I'm a little nervous, though."

"How come?"

"Because I'd planned to just chill at home. I'm fairly new and I don't want to embarrass myself. And it's been a while since my father and mi hermanita passed away. I don't want to be a-"

Allison cut Justin off. "Justin, listen to me. You are not a burden to anyone and you are one of the most interesting people I know," she said with a firm look in her eyes. "Your father would have wanted you to move on and for you to be happy."

Mom said the same thing to me, Justin thought to himself as he looked at his newfound friend. She was so spirited and filled with determination. He knew they would be the best of friends for sure. "You're right, chica," he said smiling with relief. "I'm just a little nervous when I saw your boyfriend… Scott, right?"

"Yeah, she said as they left Riverdale Avenue. "You and Scott seem to hit it off very well.

If only you knew, Justin thought as he remembered 2 weeks ago to the day after he met the dim-witted Hawaiian…..

It was the day after the taxi incident; lunch was just starting at Beacon Hills High and Justin was definitely grateful he had packed his mother's famous paella. He was about to chow down when 3 shadows of humans loomed from behind him. "Perdón, señores but I am trying to eat my lunch in peace, so could you give me some breathing space?"

"You Justin Munoz?" one voice said.

"Si, who wants to know?" Justin said as he swerved around.

And he gasped. Three of the Beacon Hills lacrosse team members were glaring right at him and judging by their appearance, they were not happy. Nonetheless, Justin was not deterred by the cool demeanor. He stood up with a smile and simply stretched out his hand. "Hola, me llamo Justin Palacios Carlos Munoz. Nice to meet you," he said.

"Listen, I heard you smashed the hand of one of our Alphas," the one in the middle with black hair and Cuban-esque skin growled, his eyes turning dark gold.

Alphas?

Hmm…..

"Look chicos, it was an accident and I needed to get home-" Justin said but was cut off by being shoved into his seat by the blonde boy.

"You get this clear. We run this school and are a very dangerous force not to be reckoned with," the blonde, fake Justin Timberlake-Wannabe snarled, his eyes also turning dark gold. "Ask anyone who crosses-"

"Hey, guys. What's up?"

Saved by the bell, Justin thought as he saw perky cheerleader Lydia Martin, smiling as she walked close to the blonde. "Justin, I see you met my boyfriend Jackson Whitemore," She said, the blonde.

Justin stared uneasily at Jackson, who merely smiled at his girlfriend. "What's up? Hope to be good friends," he said good-naturedly as he shook Justin's hand.

Oh, brother, Justin thought.

"This is Isaac Lahey and that in the middle is Scott McCall, star lacrosse player," Lydia replied. Scott smiled but there was a hint of evil in his eyes. Isaac, his dark blonde hair just curly enough, just nodded. "I got to go, but I'll meet you later after school for pep meeting," Lydia said, walking away.

Jackson started at Justin coolly. "You cross us again, you'll be mauled by a deadly 'animal attack.' Got it?" he asked menacingly.

Scott strode up to Justin and stared at him with piercing eyes. Then out of nowhere, he gave Justin a kiss on the cheek. "Better not cross us," he whispered as he left, leaving a very shocked Justin to vainly eat his paella.

Oh, if only you knew, Allison, he thought as his new best friend arrived into her sprawling Cape Cod house. The party was in full swing from where Justin saw from his car seat as he and Allison stepped out, only to be greeted by Mrs. Argent, a very slim and older version of Allison. "Honey, you're just in time. All your friends are here and I see you've brought Munoz over for the fun," she said as she kissed her daughter.

"Hola, Senora Argent," Justin replied, shaking her hand and kissing both her cheeks.

And then were the words from Mrs. Argent that Justin never wanted to hear: "Justin, I'm glad you're here because I want you to meet the lacrosse team."

His mouth dropped open. "Y-you mean…"

"Yes, Scott, Isaac, Jackson, Stiles and also Derek Hale are here too.

Oh boy, this isn't going to be pretty, he thought as he joined Allison and Mrs. Argent to go indoors.

Not.

At.

All.