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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.

Dear Diary,

This isn't something I would willing do. Come on. Me? Autumn Monroe? Yeah, right I never had a journal or diary as a preteen little brat. Yeah, you're probably wondering well why now, then? Well I'll tell you, the smug snob culprit to this blasphemy. Mrs. I've got a giant stick up my ass, Dr. Meads.

Supposedly writing down my feelings is supposed to make me deal. Well, I'm going to tell you that is a load of bull! I hear my thoughts and feel my damn feelings every day. Why would I want to relive them as I write them down in here? If you ask me this is incredibly stupid. I don't want to reflect on what has happened to me. I just want to move on from the "incident" and go back to being normal. I want to be Autumn Monroe the "it" girl of BHHS again. Is that too much to ask? Since the sorry excuse of a doctor says she isn't going to read this. I might as well write whatever the hell I want in here.

Let's start with how I decided to take down Lydia Martin. The little Ginger bitch who took everything away from me; my life, my friends, my freedom, and worst of all my family. She tore it apart, every last inch of it and I will make her pay!

You ask how did a then freshman conniving slut do all of that. Let's just say she outed my craziness to the whole school! Which lead to the "incident" that lead to my stay in Tennessee. Which, in turn, led my family into shambles. So, that bitch will be going down, but let's just say that will be on my list of to-do's, but not the number one. Well, at least not anymore. Far more pressing matters are at hand now, but don't think I've let her off the hook. Oh, no she's still going down, but I'll just have to divide my time.

You see, I've lived in Beacon Hills my whole life and knew not everything was always what it seemed. People had secrets and like I told Gia everyone has secrets and sometimes they are so big they involve multiple people. BUT never had I expected this to come out of it! NEVER! WEREWOLVES! NEVER! At first I thought "Shit, Autumn you've really flipped your shit! Again!" I didn't want to even let the thought register in my head, but it was in the back lingering there with all the other crazy thoughts, but one person made it surface. Gia. The new girl. My partner. My Dr. John Watson to my Sherlock Holmes. Literally. She seems so reasonable. So. Normal. So, when she brought it up I knew right then and there I wasn't as crazy as I originally thought. Here was a seemingly normal put together girl; and here I was a crazy whacked out mentally deranged girl. We both were thinking the same thought. Werewolves.

Now here we are trying to solve a mystery of supernatural proportions and I can't help but feel like we are on to something that is far beyond us. Yet, I find myself feeling for the first time engaged. Like maybe just maybe the craziness isn't what's driving me up the edge it's something far beyond my mentally deranged mind and it's exhilarating. OH GOD! I'm writing about my feelings this is absolutely...ugh! I'm done.

Signed,

The Mentally Deranged Mind of Autumn Monroe

Burning Bright

Part One

I slammed my diary shut and threw it into the drawer of my black nightstand that was next to my pink and purple bed. I threw myself back onto my bed and stared up at the ceiling. The light from the sunset coming to a close peaked into my window and onto the ceiling of my room. The day was closing to an end. What would tonight bring? Werewolves? The thought made my insides turn. I needed to clear my head and really think this through. Put everything into perspective. I shot up from my bed and grabbed my phone. I dialed the one person I knew would always answer no matter what.

"What up?" Jackson's voice echoed through the speaker.

"Going over."

"Okay, see you in a few."

I tapped the red icon on the screen of my cell phone ending the call. I walked to my closet and grabbed an oversized grey sweater and pulled it over my black tank. I grabbed a pair of jeans slipped them on and grabbed a pair of floral vans. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and knew I looked really messy. My messy braid had hair falling out everywhere and my makeup was starting to fade as the day came to a close, but it didn't really matter I was only going to walk about a block over to Jackson's house anyway. I grabbed my black Chanel purse and headed out toward the stairs.

"Vere you going?" Olga's voice came from behind me. I turned to see Olga in her black skirt and her tucked in white button down shirt. She had her salt and peppered hair into a tight bun. Her wrinkled face was beautiful and I couldn't help but feel envious of how gorgeous she looked now at her older age. She even had a nice slim figure that I would have literally killed myself slowly for before I got better.

"To Jackson's. The boy from the pictures." I said as I gestured to a table filled with decretive vases and pictures of me and Jackson growing up. Olga smiled wide.

"Ooo. I like him. He is very handsome, but does your father know?" Olga's heavy Russian accent made me strain to understand, but it didn't bother me. I actually really liked her.

"I will be sure to let Jackson know. It will sure inflate his ego even more. Dad won't mind, but I will text him to let him know." I said as I pulled out my phone texting Dad to put Olga at ease.

"Vell, okay. I von't be here ven you come back, but I vill leave your dinner in the fridge." Olga passed me by and gave my cheek an affectionate pat. "See you tomorrow."

"Thank you. See you tomorrow, Olga." I gave her one last smile as I rushed down the stairs and out the door. There was a slight chill to the air, but it was nice. The sun had completely set and I wondered why Olga had stayed over longer than usual. I walked toward my destination and I couldn't help, but feel a bit irked at the thought of there being werewolves out in Beacon Hills. I walked a bit faster as I got closer to Jackson's house. The sky was eerily clear and the air had taken a chillingly uncomfortable turn. Screaming suddenly filled the air and I turned to the origins of the voice. Mr. Lahey, really? Out of all people?

"ISAAC!" He screamed loudly. That's when I noticed Isaac pedaling away like crazy on his bike. Poor Isaac. I need to get to him. I need to save him the way he saved me. I turned around and sprinted toward my house. As, my three story black and white modern styled home came into view I pulled out my keys and immediately unlocked the car. I got in and sped out of my driveway faster than I had ever before. I drove down the road to where I had seen Isaac go and passed Jackson who had his hands up in the air. I rolled down the window and slowed down.

"Something came up. Talk to you later." Jackson looked at me wearily.

"Just be careful there are a lot of freaks out there." He said as he looked down the road. I nodded my head and waved goodbye as I sped off to look for Isaac.

I didn't know why I hadn't stopped looking after about thirty-minutes of searching and pouring rain, but I just couldn't stop. A part of me felt like I owed him for taking care of me in the graveyard, but the other part kept going back to the kiss. Never in all my short years had anyone ever kissed me like that. It felt nice.

I turned to the right and there in the corner I saw a tall figure walking slowly. I pulled up closer and there he was drenched in rain. I rolled down my window as I drove beside him.

"Get in." I shouted. Isaac turned and looked at me with surprise, but what took me aback was the pain that filled his eyes. I had seen eyes filled with such pain and that kind of pain was the scariest kind. It was also the most destructive. He slowly made his way to my car and got in. I blasted the heater for him and Isaac stared at his hands for a moment.

"Thank you." He quietly said as he kept looking down at his hands. I nodded my head and drove toward my house. The whole ride back home I didn't know what to say to Isaac. The sheer look of agony and the traitorous tears that kept falling down his face made me want to comfort him. The sad part was I didn't know how too.

Once we pulled up to my home I had to literally call Isaac's name five times to get him out of the trance like state he was in. He looked like he was in a state of shock. I grabbed his hand in mine and pulled him into the house. Olga was long gone by now and Dad wouldn't be home for a few hours. I pulled Isaac up the stairs and into my room. I sat him on my desk chair and quickly made it to my father's room. Isaac could definitely fit into Dad's clothing. Dad's a beast towering at 6'5. Oh, why couldn't have I gotten his genes? I pulled out a pair of jeans because Dad hardly wore jeans and wouldn't miss these at all and a plain black t-shirt because Dad hardly used these too.

"Isaac, are you okay?" I asked the boy as I walked toward him. He had his face in his hands and he was crying. His shoulders shook and I could tell by the way he was hunched over he was holding it in. The cries that escaped him weren't meant to escape. Isaac looked up at me with pain filled eyes. I placed my hand on his shoulder and Isaac suddenly gripped my waist and pulled me into his arms. He instantly began to sob. Hard. I felt my sweater wet with shed tears. I slowly placed the clothes on the desk and ran my hand through Isaac's curls and ran my other hand up and down his back. I tried to soothe him as best I could, but I wasn't good at this.

I wasn't good at being there for people. I wasn't good at being there for myself but having Isaac sob into my chest was so heartbreaking. So, I did the best I could as I tried to relay soothing words to him. I lost track of time as we were embraced and the seconds blurred into minutes. Isaac hastily pulled away and looked up at me and his blue eyes were so deep with pain. There was the pain I recognized. I had encountered many eyes that held that behind them back in the house of crazies. Even in my own. I never wanted anyone to feel that pain. Especially, not him. I wanted to make it better. I wanted to make him better. So, I did the one thing I could think of. I kissed him.

I placed my lips on his pink gentle lips and I found myself kissing Isaac for the second time in two nights. Isaac had responded to my kiss just as sweetly and gentle as the night before. It had made my stomach flip and my heart race. I felt myself instantly pull into a high like state and it ignited something in me. I didn't know what it was, but the feeling that was coursing through me felt foreign but amazing.

I pulled away from him to see that he was looking at me in awe. I didn't know what to say to him after a kiss like that. I had initiated this time around and I did it because last night when he kissed me at the graveyard he had temporarily made me forget my life was in danger. I wanted to take away his pain even if it was for a few seconds and I hoped I'd enjoy it again. Which I did.

"I brought you some of my dad's clothes so you could change into them." I said breaking the silence. Isaac turned to where I pointed on the desk and nodded his head averting his eyes. He grabbed the clothes causing me to back up few paces out of his way. "Bathroom is that door." I pointed to the door on the left of my closet.

"Thanks." Isaac said as he walked into the restroom. I nodded my head and smiled.

Once the door was closed. I twirled around and became giddy. I had kissed Isaac again and it was magical. It was everything and more than it had been last night. I stopped mid-turn and instantly felt guilty. Isaac had from what it looked like gotten into an argument with his father. The argument hadn't been a good one considering he was crying and ran off. How could I be so selfish? Oh, yeah I'm working on that problem, too.

The door crept open and Isaac stepped out in Dad's clean dry clothes. I smiled at Isaac hoping to make him feel somewhat better. Isaac gave me a sad smile as his eyes watered. Oh, no.

"Thanks, really. I appreciate this more than you know." Isaac's voice was filled with such sadness. I couldn't help but walk toward him. I grabbed his hand trying to be comforting and hoping I was.

"It's no problem Isaac. I wanted to help you. I want you to be safe." Isaac's eyes glistened dangerously with unshed tears. "If staying safe means staying with me, you are welcome too. My dad is an amazing attorney. We could help you. Keep you safe." I meant every word I said. I didn't know the first thing at being a good friend, but I knew that this was a step in progress just like me trying to trust the new girl Gia was.

"Autumn." Isaac placed his hand on my cheek. "You are amazing. I feel special right now." He whispered. I arched my eyebrow in confusion.

"Why?" I asked with my heart pounding in my ears.

"Because I got to see the real you. Not many people have, but tonight I got to see her and she's beautiful, kind, and so fragile." He said as his thumb rubbed against my cheek. My words caught in my throat as I stared into his glistening blue eyes. "I have somewhere safe to stay tonight. I appreciate everything you've done. I will repay you for this, soon." Isaac leaned down and kissed my forehead with such affection I literally felt my knees melt.

I gulped down and looked up at him to see a dazzling smile on his face. There was still a hint of sadness but it still held beauty. He stepped back and toward the door. I felt stuck just watching him gracefully walk toward the door. I wanted to say something, but I felt as if my mouth had been filled with sand. As he inched closer to the door finally the sensation of the sand being washed away came upon me and I found words.

"Do you need a ride? I can take you." Isaac turned to look at me and shook his head.

"I can walk. I'll be fine."

"What about your dad. He could be home by now or around here." I questioned worriedly that the menace would find him. Isaac's eyes saddened and he shook his head,

"He won't be a problem anymore. That problem is long gone." When the words left his mouth a sudden chill crept up my spine and Isaac looked painfully sad. "Goodbye, Autumn." Isaac said as he closed the door.

"Goodbye." I whispered.

"GIA!" I run faster zipping through the trees while trying not to trip over my own feet. The moon has long since been replaced with darkness leaving me with no other choice then to go on instinct. "GIA! Don't run from this!" He roars from somewhere behind me, but I don't dare look back. This seemingly innocent walk has turned into a run for my life. My heart is pounding out of my chest when I finally duck behind a massive oak. I can't run anymore, the pain from the cuts and bruises on my bare feet are too much to bear. I place a shaky hand over my mouth while trying to calm my erratic heartbeat. If he finds me, I'm done for.

I hear a twig snap to the left of me as I still. I bite my lip a little harder drawing blood to refrain from screaming. I can feel him watching me. I'm well aware of his presence now as I slowly turn my head. His glowing red eyes are the last thing I see before I scream.

"Noo!" I screech shooting out of bed only to crash to my bedroom floor. I groan holding the knee I just smashed against my nightstand.

"Well I give you five points for the landing," I look up when I hear my nana's tinkling laughter. She's standing in the doorway holding her morning coffee with an amused smile on her face.

"You know, nana, most people would ask if I'm okay." I point out climbing to my feet with the help of my bed.

"I'm sorry honey," nana laughs walking over to give me a peck on the forehead. "How's your knee?" I look down at the appendage that is slowly turning a nasty purplish-black.

"I'll live," I smile hobbling over to my closet. I flip through my clothes, my mind elsewhere as I pick out a pair of blue jeans with rips in the knees and a white tank top. "I'm sorry if I woke you up," I apologize turning around just in time to see her wave me off.

"I've been up for a few hours; however, I can't say the same for the neighbors." She teases me causing a small smile to turn up my lips.

"Right," I nod looking down at my hands. I can't stop replaying the dream in my head. I remember running through the trees and the glowing red eyes, but I can't recall exactly who I was running from.

"Gia, are you alright?" Nana asks setting her coffee down and turning worried eyes on me.

"Nan, have you ever noticed anything strange happening around town? Like things you can't explain?" I ask hopefully watching her brown eyes cloud over with shock. However, it's quickly replaced with confusion before I can blink.

"What do you mean, dear?" She asks taking a step forward to grab my face in between her hands. "Are you feeling alright?" She rests the back of her hand against my forehead checking for a fever.

"I'm fine." I sigh taking a step back and plastering a large smile on my face. "I was just curious, but I better get ready, Autumn will be here soon to pick me up."

"Oh! Are you talking about Autumn Monroe?" Nana asks almost suspiciously as she grabs her coffee and walks to the door.

"Yeah, do you know her?" I ask wondering if she's heard the rumors.

"I know her father," nana responds distracted as a thoughtful look crosses her face. "But breakfast will be ready when you're done." Nana smiles, but it doesn't quite reach her eyes as I watch her walk down the stairs. I raise an eyebrow in suspicion wondering what that was all about. But I don't get the chance to dwell on it for too long as I receive a text from Autumn. She's on her way and I'm not even dressed yet. I quickly throw my clothes off changing into the jeans, tank, and my favorite cropped leather jacket. I slip on my chucks and throw my hair into a high pony tail just as a honk resounds from outside. "Hey Autumn's here!" I yell flying down the stairs only to be met with nana at the end of the stairs.

"I thought you might be late," she smiles shaking her head as she hands me an apple. "I love you honey," she pulls me in for a kiss on the cheek.

"I love you too nans," I grin running out the door and down to Autumn's impressive car. "Hey girl," I greet sliding into the passenger seat.

"Hello, Boston." Autumn says with a huge grin. "Ready for some supernatural investigating?" Autumn wiggled her eyebrows as she put the car in drive and sped away from Nana's.

"I'm always down for a little sleuthing," I smirk adjusting my injured knee. "I heard through the great vine that there is lacrosse practice this morning. Whatever the hell that is," I sort of wave it off earning a small laugh from Autumn. "But if I remember correctly, Scott and Stiles are on the team. I was thinking one or both of us could watch their practice. What do you think?" I ask getting a little too excited over the thought of seeing Scott again.

"Well if you must know Lacrosse is awesome and a really intense sport. I used to go watch Jackson all the time. He's like the captain or was I heard Scott's the Co-Captain now." Autumn raises her eyebrow and gives me a smirk when she says Scott's name. "I would love to go to the morning practice. Isaac's on the team too. So, it wouldn't hurt to swing by, but I have to see the school counselor first." Autumn says with a small disappointed shrug. I nod in understanding.

"Okay, I'll save us some seats then." I smile trying to get her mind off having to see the counselor. "So Isaac huh?" I tease a mischievous twinkle in my eye when I catch the automatic smile that turns up her lips.

"Yeah, Isaac." Her smile turns huge and she nods her head. "We kissed like twice and I don't know…he has this way of making me feel…ugh…I feel stupid and giddy." Autumn's cheeks turn bright red.

"You like him," I nod my head feeling my own smile widening at how happy Autumn looks. "Well I have to say if he makes you smile like that than you should date him." I turn knowing eyes on her. "I don't know what happened in your past Autumn, but I know for a fact you deserve someone that makes you happy." I grin before adding, "Plus he must be a good kisser, am I right?" I laugh lightening the mood.

"Incredible kisser actually." She says with a laugh that made her brighten up. "I just I don't know how to be a good person." She says a little sadly.

"You don't need to be a good person Autumn," I smile kindly watching her through serious eyes. "You just need to be yourself. The rest will follow and if people can't accept you for who you are then they can just leave because the right people will see what an incredible person you are. And those are the people you will know how to be good to because you make their life better just like they makes yours better." Autumn's eyes watered as she took in my words.

"Thanks. I needed to hear that." Autumn looked at me and she smiled brightly, but sadness was still deep in her eyes. "I hope you are one of those people. I could really use a friend." She quietly uttered as she turned back to the road.

"You can bet your ass I am," I grin as we both laugh. We sit in a comfortable silence; our minds on different things as we come upon the school. I lean forward when I spot the boys already on the field for practice. "So meet me after you're finished?" I ask grabbing my bag and slipping out of the car while she gathers her things.

"Of course, Boston. How could I leave my friend hanging?" Autumn smiles brightly as she says friend. "After this stupid talk with the guidance counselor I will be by your side sleuthing and investigating every angle possible." Autumn says with a wink as she slams her car door shut.

"Good woman!" I laugh nudging her shoulder playfully. "I'll see you in a few Sherlock. Give them hell," I tease side stepping her so I can walk towards the field.

"Oh I will." Autumn gives me a mischievous grin and struts off toward the school, but not before she turns around and yells. "See you later John!" I just smile and give her a thumbs up over my shoulder. It's only my second day in Beacon Hills and already I feel like its home.

I step onto the field watching as the players warm up. I scan the small crowd gathered on the bleachers before finding some empty seats in the middle section. Perfect view for me and Autumn. I quickly make my way there sitting down just in time to hear my name being called.

"Gia!" I look down at the field finding the source of the noise. Scott is waving at me from his place next to Stiles on the bench. He looks genuinely happy to see me catching me off guard before I quickly collect myself and wave back. He looks good in his pads and jersey. I watch intensely as he opens his mouth to say something else, but the coach blows the whistle silencing him. He sends me an apologetic smile before running to the huddle with his teammates.

"Yeah that's the new girl. Her names Jen or something like that," I perk up when I hear two guys talking a few bleachers down from where I'm sitting.

"Oh she's the one that's been hanging out with that crazy chick, Autumn Monroe, right?" The one asks not so subtly sending a glance my way. I ignore them while I watch Scott throwing back and forth with Stiles.

"Yeah that's the one. I bet the new girl has a few screws loose herself." They laugh among themselves as I keep my gaze locked on Scott. He's still throwing with Stiles, but now Stiles is sending quick glances up at me. I raise an eyebrow as I wonder what they could be talking about. Scott looks to be half listening to Stiles with his jaw firmly clenched shut. He looks a little pissed about something.

"I bet she does too, but man is she hot!" The one says running his eyes over me. I squirm in my seat under his scrutiny not comfortable with the way he's looking at me.

"I know. Nuts or not man what I wouldn't do to that bo-ah!" The one guy wails in pain as a ball from the field suddenly hits him square in the face. I, instantly, cover my mouth to hide my laughter as blood starts to gush out of his nose. "I think my nose is broken!" He cries while his buddy helps him to the nurse's office. I smirk watching them leave, the one crying like a little girl.

"He shoots, he doesn't score." I giggle shaking my head looking back to the field. I almost gasp when I find Scott's brown eyes trained right on me. He has a goofy grin on his face, one that I match instantly.

"McCall!" His coach bellows breaking the moment. "Goalie!" Scott doesn't waste time running to his spot, but not before sending me one last smile.

"Well played," I murmur watching as a smirk turns up his lips like he heard me. I narrow my eyes for a moment thinking maybe he had when I see him. He's standing in the tree line away from the crowd as he watches the practice. From here I can see he's tall, well built, and sporting a leather jacket that oozes sex appeal. I cock my head to the side studying him when his eyes suddenly turn on me. In an instant, I'm looking towards the school wondering where the hell Autumn is?

I smiled to myself as I walked toward the front steps of the school. I felt for the first time that I might actually have a friend. I took in a deep breath of air as I straightened my perfectly curled blond hair. I pulled on my white button down cropped top and lightly smoothed down my black cropped slacks. I pulled on my oversized grey fur trimmed cardigan. I let out the breath of air and prepared myself to face my peers.

"It's not like my aunt's a serial killer or anything." When I heard the words my body instantly stilled and I felt my body boil with rage. I took a deep breath and had to keep my cool. I turned around and I am met with a smiling Allison and shocked looking Lydia.

"Hey, Autumn." Allison waved at me.

"Hey, Allison." I return the smile and wave brightly. Lydia looks shocked by the exchange, but recovered and smiled at me with her eyes screaming 'what are you doing here?' and her smile as fake as ever.

"I see you're back, I presume better and not purging?" Allison's jaw dropped to floor. The words make my blood boil, but I don't give her the satisfaction.

"Yup, and I see you finally put some clothes on and stopped giving everyone a free show, but then that means I really haven't missed anything. Cause from what I can remember giving sneak peeks were your thing." I said with a wink and a smile. Allison's jaw was now permanently on the floor. Lydia's eyes stared at me with anger and I could have sworn I saw fire behind them. "You know I spoke to Jackson everyday while I was gone and the day he dumped you was the happiest I'd seen him in years. He dropped all the dead weight and now he seems better than ever." I gave her a smile and then placed my hands together.

"I don't know if your forgetting who I am b-"Lydia began to almost yell out, but I placed a finger in front of her causing her to flinch back.

"I do remember who you are; but I think you are the one forgetting who I AM. You know me pretty well, and you know I never back down. I never run from a fight and I always get my revenge." I straighten my posture and pull my head up high. "So, if I were you Lydia Martin I'd be careful." Lydia's eyes widened with fear and I moved forward causing her to take a step back. I arched my eyebrow at the red head, but then turned to a stunned Allison.

"Hope we can hang out soon." I said as I pulled her into a hug and she slowly hugged me back.

"Y-yeah, totally." Allison said with a smile as I stepped away. I smiled back at her and looked to a very angry, scared, and fuming Lydia.

"Well, toots ladies." I gave a small wave as I pushed the doors open and was met by many eyes staring at me. I held my head high as I walked down the hall and toward the dreadful guidance counselor's office.

I hadn't met her yet because she's the French teacher also. So, we couldn't fit in a time to meet that was good yesterday, but apparently today was. I walked into the office and toward the door that read guidance counselor. I gave a small knock.

"Come in." I heard a woman's voice call out. I slowly opened the door and was met by a Carmel colored women, with straight black hair, and she was beautiful. Not what I was expecting from a school guidance counselor.

"Autumn Monroe, I presume." She extended her hand toward the chair in front of her desk.

"Yes, ma'am." I replied as I made my way toward the chair in front of her desk.

"Welcome, I'm Ms. Morrell and I just wanted to have a little chat with you." Her voice was smooth and I nodded my head as I sat down. "I know this wasn't your choice, but your therapist thinks that us speaking will help you and I've been over your file; and I can't say I don't disagree." She said as she sat down.

"If you want to make this a weekly thing or an every other day thing just say it. Stop with the bull small talk and get to the point. I'm going to be seeing a lot of you aren't I?" I said as I crossed my legs. Ms. Morrell looked at me with an arched eyebrow.

"Yes we will be meeting once a week. I know that you don't like going to your regular therapy sessions, but I can promise with me it will be different." I rolled my eyes at her and stood up.

"Okay, like I haven't heard this before, but whatever. What time will these meetings be taking place?" I asked as I crossed my arms with my pink Chanel bag in one hand.

"After school starting next week. I'm going to let you get adjusted and then next week we will start our weekly sessions." She clasped her hands in front of her and looked at me expectantly.

"Okay, well it was splendid meeting you." I said as I walked out the door to be met with Gerard.

"Autumn, it's fantastic seeing you." Gerard replied and pulled me into a sideways hug. I smiled a bit awkwardly as I looked up at him.

"Hello, it's nice seeing you too Gerard." I replied as he let me go. He smiled brightly at me.

"At school I am Principal Argent to you young lady." He said with a wide smile. I smiled back at the man wondering why he had suddenly become our principal. "Can't have the other students knowing you are one of my favorites." He said with a chuckle.

"Of course not. Wouldn't want people knowing that." I lightly said trying not to show how uncomfortable I was.

"Well I will let you go and get to where you need to be." Gerard said with a pat on my back. "Oh, and Autumn." Gerard called out to me. "If you ever want to know anything peculiar just come to me." He said with something that seemed like it had double meaning and at that moment I wondered if he knew about what had happened to me at the graveyard. I smiled and nodded my head. I walked out of the school and toward the field wondering if Gerard knew something.

I was almost to the field when I passed two boys walking back to the school. One was holding onto his nose as he groaned in pain and the other led the way. Wimp.

I walked toward the bleachers and found Gia sitting in the middle. I walked forward and onto the bleachers as I watched Gia staring off at something.

"Hey, something strange just happened." I said as I sat down next to the new girl who I had come to see as my friend. She jumped a bit and let out a small chuckle.

"You can say that again," she stated sending one last glance towards the woods before she focused on me. "What happened to you?" She asked curious as she adjusted her leather jacket.

"First off, Allison's grandfather is our new principal." Gia looked at me with a confused expression. "Exactly, my reaction but that's not the weirdest part. He told me if I had any peculiar questions to come to him. It's like he knew what happened to me at the graveyard, and I couldn't help but feel like it had a double meaning for something." I explained to the brunette who seemed to be taking this in stride. "Now, what's up with you? I saw you looking into the woods." I questioned Gia.

"Well two things," she says looking towards Scott in the Goalie's position before lowering her voice. "Okay, earlier there were two guys here and I overheard them talking about us. They were starting to get pretty nasty when out of nowhere Scott "accidently" throws a ball breaking one of the boy's noses." She pauses looking at Scott uncertainly before continuing. "I can't be for sure, but I'm pretty sure Scott heard what they were saying. Which should be impossible considering he was down on the field and they were up here. And as for the second thing, I swear I saw a man standing in the woods not even a minute before you got here, but now he's gone." She huffed eyeing the trees surrounding the field. I looked toward the woods and can't see anything but I know she had to have seen something because she looked pretty annoyed at the fact that she couldn't prove what she had seen.

"I totally believe you, a lot of creeps and now possibly werewolves." I said the last part in whisper. I looked to the field to see Scott running full speed taking down Danny. I gasped in surprise at how fast and hard he brought Danny down. I looked to Gia who was looking at me with wide eyes. "I know you are totally crushing on him, but I think you're smitten with a werewolf." I said with the most sincerity I could come up with trying hard not to sound like a bitch because that wasn't my intention.

"I was afraid of that," Gia sighs looking back at the field just in time to watch Jackson walk off the field. "What are the chances he turns into a puppy on a full moon?" She asks seriously before we both convulse into laughter. I couldn't help but admire how she wasn't freaking out. I know I would be.

I looked to the field to see Scott and an extremely tall guy running full speed toward each other. When they collided they both spun and landed on all fours. I gasped in shock and I turned to look at Gia.

"I think there is more than one." I said as I looked back at the field to see the Sheriff and two deputies walking on to the field. I turned to Gia and her expression was a mirror of my own feelings of intrigue. I looked back onto the field to see the other possible werewolf pull of his helmet to reveal Isaac. I felt like someone socked me in the stomach and I clutched onto my stomach. I could feel everything began to spin as I stared at Isaac talking to the Sheriff and his deputies.

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