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Summary

Autumn Monroe, resident queen bee and bitch, comes back to Beacon Hills after a much needed break to find things aren't how they used to be. For instance, she no longer runs the school as her former 'best friend' and now enemy, Lydia Martin, has taken her place. Autumn will stop at nothing to destroy Lydia's life like Lydia destroyed hers.

Gia Anderson is the new girl with high hopes for her new life in Beacon Hills. She's ready to take on life away from her overbearing family and start fresh, but things prove to be a little difficult when things start to happen around town. And she's not the only that notices. Gia and Autumn may be the unlikeliest of friends, but they will learn that not every thing about Beacon Hills is what it seems.

Lonely Is The Night

Part Two

The hallways are packed full of students waiting until the last possible second to go to class. I can't blame them as I search for my locker; even I'm feeling a little queasy about walking into first period. This is the first time I've ever had the chance to make a first impression. Back home everyone knew me as one of the Anderson sisters; they judged me before they even knew me. At least here the people will judge me on the real me, not the person they expect me to be.

I eventually find my locker in the thick of the chaos. A group of girls stand between me and my destination as I look for another way around them. I see no other choice, but to plow right through them. So that's what I do as I keep muttering apologies and taking their glares with grace before I collide with my locker. I smile brightly doing a triumphant fist pump in the air Judd Nelson style.

"Nicely done," I hear a feminine voice say. I look next to me in surprise to find a girl no older than myself with pretty black hair. She's smiling kindly at me through dark eyes and I can't help an even bigger grin from splitting my face.

"Thank you! It comes with years of practice," I nod holding out my hand. "My name's Gia."

"Allison," the girl laughs taking my extended hand and giving it a shake. "You're new here?" She asks while I open my locker and throw my books inside.

"Yeah, this is my first day." I mumble momentarily distracted looking for my chemistry book.

"Do you like it so far?" She asks just as I spot the book I need. I quickly grab it kicking my locker closed with my foot. I turn my full attention back on Allison as I speak.

"Oh yeah, I used to go to a private school in Boston so this is a reprieve." I nod watching her do the same.

"Yeah I bet. I went to a private school for a few months about a year ago. It's a very different environment that's for sure." She agrees smiling at me. "So do you know what class you have first?" I hold up my chemistry book.

"Chem with Mr. Harris," I sigh looking down the hallway, "which is where I should be heading now."

"Okay it was really nice to meet you. If you need anything feel free to ask me. I'm always around." Allison informs me causing a decent amount of glee to shoot through my veins.

"Will do," I smile walking in the opposite direction. Hells yeah, first potential friend encounter of the day, let's shoot for at least five more, I think as I find Mr. Harris's classroom. I take a deep breath before I walk inside. Instantly, all the chattering dies down as every set of eyes in the room turn to me. Shit.

"Hey over here!" I hear someone yell as I zero in on the boy I saw earlier. He's waving wildly at me like he's trying to wave down a plane. I bite back my chuckle as I move around the room to the empty seat beside him.

"Thank you," I sigh appreciatively twisting to face him.

"It's no problem," he gives me a boyish grin that lights up his baby face. I notice his high cheekbones and uneven jaw giving him a rugged appeal. He's good looking I'll give him that, but there's just something about him I can't place.

"Have we met before?" I ask curiously narrowing my eyes as I trail my gaze lower. Man does he have a nice body. Very lean and muscular…oh! I snap my fingers lifting my eyes back to his rather embarrassed face. "Now I remember you," I smile cheekily as he gasps softly. "I have to say I almost didn't recognize you with clothes on." I laugh covering my mouth to stifle the giggles.

"Yeah, I'm really sorry about that." He chuckles nervously rubbing the back of his neck. "I don't usually do that."

"Hey no judgment here," I hold up my hands, "if you got it flaunt it." I smirk causing another slight chuckle to escape his lips.

"My name's Scott," he greets holding out his hand.

"Gia," I smile way to wide for a mere introduction. "So I'm going to assume that was your girlfriend's house you were sneaking out of?" I ask casually trying to keep the conversation flowing. There's something about this boy I like.

"Yeah," he breathes a goofy smile turning up his lips. I frown despite myself at how happy he looks. However his moment is soon broken as a kid I've never met before flies into the room. I watch in amusement as he falls into the seat just behind Scott, his books flying everywhere. "Seriously, Stiles?" Scott asks in disbelief as I bend down to retrieve his loose papers.

"Listen I have something to tell you," he begins fidgeting in his seat as he can't seem to stay still. "It's about last…" he trails off his eyes finally focusing on me as I hand him his papers.

"You dropped these," I smile placing them in front of him as he gaps at me. "You're name is Stiles? That's an awesome name," I laugh lightly focusing my attention on this strange boy.

"T-thanks," he finally speaks up. "And you are?" He asks as I open my mouth to tell him, but Scott beats me to the punch.

"Her name's Gia," he smiles turning warm chocolate brown eyes on me. "She's new here."

"Thank you for pointing that out, captain obvious." Stiles rolls his eyes as I bite back a snicker. "Where did you come from?" He asks suspiciously catching me by surprise.

"Boston."

"Explains the accent," Stiles mutters furrowing his eyebrows.

"Stiles," Scott scolds glancing at me with apologetic eyes. I wave him off silently saying its fine.

"Scott…" Stiles begins tapering off as his attention refocuses on the door. I follow his curious gaze only to find a girl with long blond hair and deep blue eyes standing in the doorway. A hush has fallen over the class as they openly stare at her. I can see why as she stands poised looking for an empty seat. She looks like a forced to be reckoned with as confidence drips from her. She looks determined as she zeros in on the seat behind me causing one syllable to spill from Stile's lips.

"Shit."

The class fell silent as I walked through the threshold of my first class of the day. Great. They were all staring at me wide eyed and I knew that I had to play it cool. Everyone was waiting to see me break but I wasn't. I straightened my posture and held my head high as I scanned the room for an empty seat. My eyes finally came upon an empty seat on the right side of the room next to a boy with pale skin, hair buzzed clean off, and he was staring at me with an expression crossed between dumbfounded and fear. I smiled to myself at how much my presence seemed to cause him discomfort. Easy prey. I smirked as I strutted toward my seat and happened to see the faces on the pair in front of my seat.

The boy was eyeing me cautiously with his deep brown eyes that complemented his tanned skin and baby face. Cute. I looked to find a dark brown haired girl with a petite face and a dazzling smile accompanying her already sweet demeanor. Wait, is she smiling at me? The thought made me falter a bit but I regained myself and I smiled toward the girl who suddenly looked to perk up at my response. I wouldn't admit this to anyone but it was nice to have someone openly smile kindly at me. I looked toward the boy that sat beside my empty seat and could clearly see his leg bopping up and down in nervousness. I couldn't help the smirk that appeared on my lips as I took the seat beside the boy who was trying desperately not to look at me. I placed my hands on the table before me and entwined them to clasp loosely together. My dark pink glittered nail polish shined brightly and complimented my creamy colored skin nicely. Whispers began to erupt around me and I could faintly hear them.

"She's crazy. I heard she was in a mental asylum." A girl's voice whispered beside our table. I clasped my hands tightly together trying to keep my cool. I wasn't going to lose it today. Today was make it or break it and I wasn't going to break.

"She's a crazy bitch! Remember when she had that breakdown last year and beat up Greenberg? Talk about unstable." The other girl said rather loudly. I didn't want to remember my break down and I sure as hell didn't want to remember how I'd taken down Greenberg, Tyler, and Jim. Being a black belt in Karate and mastering Jujitsu was one of the highlights of my preteen and early teenage years. It was something I still practiced as part of my therapy. I slightly cocked my head to the side and plastered on a fake smile as I looked down at my nails.

"So…umm…uh…" I turned to see the spazy boy rub his hands together as he struggled to form words. I let out a chuckle at his nervous twitch that had taken residence in his tightly clasped hands.

"I'm Autumn Monroe. I'm sure you know who I am but I don't know you." I said as I watched as his mouth hung open in awe. "Aren't you going to tell me your name or do I just have to call you Sid?" The boy looked at me with the same expression of awe and I didn't like it. He is acting like if I'd sprouted hair all over my body. I arched my eyebrow and gave him a quizzical look. That seemed to drive him out of his stupor because he gave me a weak smile.

"Stiles. Me. Stiles." What an odd name to have but hey I was named after a season so who was I to talk. The boy who I now knew as Stiles had pointed to himself as he said his name.

"Me. Jane." I pointed to myself and then pointed at Stiles. "You. Tarzan." I let out a small laugh and the fear in his eye dissipated a bit. He gave me a small real smile and let out a small chuckle.

I looked up at the doorway to see Danny and Jackson stride into the classroom. I met Danny's eye and he smiled brightly at me with a wave. I waved back at the boy and looked at Jackson who was smiling at me as well.

"Good to see you back Autumn." Jackson said with a smile. "Let's talk later, okay?" He said as he walked by our table and to his seat in the table behind us. I nodded my head and smiled.

"Looking forward to it Jacks." The whole class gaped at the interaction between Jackson and I. Shock was clearly plastered on their faces.

Bet they didn't think Jackson would talk to me after trying to kick his ex-girlfriends ass, but what people didn't know was Jackson and I were actually friends before Lydia and Jackson became an item. We've been friends since we were in diapers. I guess you can say that is what spurred Lydia's inferior feelings toward me. He was my friend through my fat days and in my lowest when I had my breakdown. We Skype'd once a week while I was gone but I didn't think Lydia had a clue. Probably still doesn't.

The door to the classroom shut and I turned my attention to the front of the class to see a tall lanky man with raven hair and small squared glasses poised on the bridge of his nose giving off a look of asshole. I rolled my eyes at the luck of my first class of the day was going to be with an ass hat of a teacher. I could always tell when someone was just going to be a jerk. I learned from rehab. Body language was the key to know if a fellow resident was going to bite your head off or going to bombard you with questions. And by looking at the man in front of me with his stiff posture open glare and the invisible stick that was protruding out of his ass was a giveaway.

"One question." Stiles whispered next to me. I turned to look at him and arched my left eyebrow with a smirk on my lips. "Why Sid?" Stiles asked clearly perplexed as to why I'd refer to him as Sid.

"Don't tell me you missed the best show of our childhood." I said eyeing him as he looked at me with wonder. "Hey, Arnold. You know Sid the one who always seemed a bit too paranoid." Stiles' eyes lit up at my words I smiled and turned back to the front of the class.

"Well then I guess you'd be Rhonda." Stiles whispered and I couldn't help the smile that spread across my lips.

"We will be taking a pop quiz today." The tone of the teacher's voice was so smug I rolled my eyes again. I was getting the feeling that my eyes were going to fall out with all the eye rolls I was going to be bestowing upon this class. "Except for you two new students. Just sit there and keep your mouths shut." I arched my eyebrow and I could feel an eye roll coming on as he continued to look at us. The nice new girl in front nodded her head giving 'Mr. I've got a giant broom stuck up my ass' an okay. He turned to look at me waiting for my response and when I just openly stared at him with my left eyebrow arched high.

"Miss. Monroe, do you understand?" He called me out in front of everyone. I felt everyone's' eyes on me waiting for my freak out.

"Yes, Mr.?" I said with a smug tone that sounded so similar to his. He looked at me with such disdain I thought he would walk over and get into a full on girl fight with me.

"Harris. Miss. Monroe I think it would be in your best interest to get acquainted with Teachers names and subjects." He said as he handed out the pop quiz. The eye roll made its way out before I could even register the small detail.

"All right, it's causing me severe mental anguish to say this, but he's right." Stiles whispered a little too loudly to the boy in front of us. If he really thought he was whispering he wasn't.

"I know." The boy whispered back. The new girl beside him looked at him through the corner of her eye, probably thinking the same thing as myself. These boys really needed to learn how to whisper.

"What if the next body part she steals is from someone who's still alive?" As soon as the words hit my ear I stiffened. Body part. Still Alive. Did they know what attacked Isaac and myself last night?

"This is a pop quiz, Mr. Stilinski. If I hear your voice again, I may be tempted to give you detention for the rest of your high school career." Mr. Harris sudden outburst made me jump out of my thoughts about last night. I looked at Stiles and the boy in front cautiously. If they knew what happened last night or what it or who it was I needed to know. I wasn't crazy. Well most of the time, but I knew I wasn't crazy last night. I needed to befriend these two.

"Can you do that?" Stiles asked with disbelief.

"Well, there it is again. Your voice. Triggering the only impulse I've ever had to strike a student repeatedly and violently. I'll see you at 3:00 for detention." The words so effortlessly and venomously flowed out of his mouth. My jaw dropped in anger at how he was belittling his student. The boy who seemed to be his friend turned to look at him. "You too, Mr. McCall?" He spat out.

"NO, sir."

"You can't speak to him like that." I said with venom lacing every word. Mr. Harris's eyes narrowed on me drilling holes into my head, but I kept my gaze locked onto his. I could hear a few collective gasps from the students.

"Oh, is that right Miss. Monroe?"

"Yes, you shouldn't belittle a student that way. No, I take that back you shouldn't belittle anyone that way." I gritted out.

"Actually, I can. Because in here this is my classroom and my rules. I'm the dictator, the leader, the king, the boss however you want to see it. So, yes I can speak to anyone in this class however I please." Mr. Harris all but yelled at me. I didn't bat an eyelash at the man as he spoke about how he felt so highly of himself.

"I see. Sorry, your highness." I said with a smirk plastered across my face. Mr. Harris's face turned bright red with anger. Whispering began around us and I could hear Jackson clearing his throat trying to get me to look at him.

"That's it detention with Mr. Stilinski." He said as he walked behind his desk. I looked back at Jackson who was shaking his head disapprovingly. I rolled my eyes and looked to see an openly gapping Stiles.

"Thanks. I think." Stiles whispered to me. I smiled at him and nudged his arm with my elbow.

"No problem, Sid." I replied with a smirk.

I heard the screech of a chair and found Jackson rushing out of the classroom at top speed. I turned to look at Danny and he shrugged his shoulders in confusion.

The bell rang signaling this torturously horrible class was over. I grabbed my beige vintage Chanel purse and flung its gold chain strap over my shoulder. I smoothed down my knee length Audrey Hepburn inspired floral dress. One of the many Dad had bought for me as a welcome home gift. I smiled to myself as I looked down at Stiles. "See you at 3 o'clock sharp." I said as I smirked at a stunned Stiles. I walked out the door and sighed a sigh of relief. I had officially made it through my first class. Sure, there were tons of mishaps but at least I made it. I see Danny walking toward me with a smile on his face.

"DanDan." I said as he enveloped me into a hug.

"Autumn." He said as he pulled back. "I see you are channeling the late great Audrey Hepburn. Suits you beautifully." He said as he complimented my ensemble.

"Thank you. I try." I said as I curtsied playfully. "Jacks?" I asked worriedly.

"Honestly, Autumn I don't know where he's at but I'm sure he will come looking for you first thing." Danny said reassuring but I couldn't help but feel like Jackson was in trouble. I knew though that looking for Jackson was out of the question. He hated when people pried and when he was ready to talk he'd come to me.

"Gotta get going. See you at lunch?" Danny asked as he playful nudged me.

"Of course." I replied with a huge smile. I waved goodbye to my friend and walked down the hall.

I spotted the two girls from my chemistry class gossiping rather loudly and looking toward the girl I had come to know as Lydia's new bestie. Allison Argent. An old acquaintance. Considering her dad, Chris, is Dad's best friend and client. So, I've essentially known her all my life. We just never really clicked and plus her family lived all over the place as to where we lived in Beacon Hills all my life.

"Not her sister, her aunt. The one who murdered all those people." The girl spat rather loudly. I watched as Allison tensed up and brought her head down.

"You mean the crazy bitch who killed all those people." The other girl said with a chuckle. I knew that I needed to get closer to Allison to take down Lydia and now seemed like an opportune time.

"This crazy bitch is going to kick your pathetic loser asses because we all know you aren't even on the social radar." I said as I stood in front of the two girls who were looking at me with fear. "Now get the fuck out of my face or I will make your lives ten times as pathetic as they are now." I gave them a look that said I'd kill their social life. The two girls ran off and away from me. I smirked in triumphant and turned to walk toward Allison only to be met by the new girl from Chem. She was smiling at me and her chocolate eyes were filled with warmth and satisfaction.

"Hey, I'm Gia Anderson. New girl." Her voice was just as sweet as her demeanor and she had a cute Boston accent. I'd know that accent anywhere.

"Autumn Monroe. Crazy bitch." I said with a smile which in turn made Gia laugh in response. I felt a hand touch my shoulder and turned to see Allison looking at me through watery grateful eyes.

"Thanks Autumn, you didn't have too." She said and I grabbed her hand in mine feeling truly sorry for her.

"I wanted too. Plus, they had it coming. They called me a crazy bitch. I had to show them how true that was." I said with a chuckle which caused the three of us to let out a small laugh.

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