The next day Shiloh skipped the first half of school. She had to meet with her social worker in the morning and then with her probation officer and the towns Sheriff to brief him on her case. After that she had to grab lunch and put on a school appropriate outfit, which she hadn't bothered to do when she woke up, and get to school in time for the second half of her classes.

All she had done so far was meet with Leah Strong her case worker and she was already exhausted. Now she stood next to Caleb Valentino her probation officer in the Beacon Hills Police station, waiting to be greeted by the Sheriff.

She had on heavily shredded jeans the cuts in the fabric showing off slivers of the colorful tattoos on her legs, a tight white tank top leaving part of her mid drift on display along with the full glory of her tattoo sleeves. The bra she grabbed off the floor happened to be padded enough to give her impressive cleavage, her hair was in second day curls with a cigarette tucked behind her ear and her face was makeup free.

That along with the fact that you could see the bottom of the tattoo piece on her back, a pair of destressed angel winds with the word 'Fallen', the word being the only visible piece at the bottom of her spine she looked like the delinquent she was supposed to be.

The door to the Sheriff's office opened and out came a friendly middle aged man with sandy brown hair and worn but kind blue eyes. He apologized for the delay and held out a large hand in greeting, "You must be Shiloh,"

Shiloh shook his hand firmly and smiled lightly at him, "That's what they call me." She joked weakly.

Just then the door to the station opened, "Dad I brought you lunch!"

Now a few things happened at once for Shiloh. She finally looked at the name tag on the Sheriff shirt that read 'John Stilinski'. She jumped whirling around to face the boy who she had developed a crush on in the short amount of time she had known him, her hand hit a cup of pens on the reception desk and it clattered to the ground. Her face turned four different shades of pink and she bit her lip in embarrassment. "I um.. Hi Stiles."

Stiles stood in awe of what was happening in front of him. He had wondered where she was when he didn't see her in school that morning but couldn't just walk up to Lydia and ask her, she didn't even know his name for crying out loud. That fact not bothering him nearly as much as it used to him being more concerned about the lack of the pretty tattooed brunette and the warm feeling he got in the pit of his stomach when ever he thought about her.

"Hi Shiloh," He greeted back distracted, taking in her appearance her messy hair, bare face, and cigarette being a look he found surprisingly sexy. Down over cleavage his cheeks heating up at the sight, over her tattooed arms, past her shredded jeans he couldn't make out the designs of the colorfull tattoos on her legs so he focused back on the ones on her arms.

Her right arm was tribute of sorts to vintage sort of 'typical' tattoos she had a checkered flag, a pair of cherries, a four leave clover, snake eye dice, a heart with a crown on it, a skull with the stem of a rose in its mouth, and the necessary flame here and there.

A black dragon wrapped around her left arm, its talons were crushing a skull that had diamonds for eyes and in its coiled body it held a stem of vibrant red, cherry blossoms.

He swallows thickly and clears his throat, "You uh weren't at school," He comments rubbing a hand over his buzz cut, "Are you okay?"

She smiles at him and shrugs a shoulder shyly, "I'm fine, I had to meet with your dad," She falters at the word, "New district and all. This is my probation officer, Caleb." She said gesturing to the friendly Latin man standing next to her.

Stiles waves bemused, His father clears his throat. "Stiles thank you for lunch you can leave it with Tara. Get back to school." He says before he can argue.

Leading Shiloh into his office with a soft hand on her back, Stiles catches sight of the word on her back just above the curve of her butt and trips on his way out of the station.

Shiloh sat in a chair next to Caleb in the Sheriffs office who found her pink cheeks just slightly endearing, And quietly wished for the ground to swallow her up.

"Now Miss Ryker I understand you were arrested for vandalism?" The Sheriff asked.

She winced at the term shifting uncomfortably, "It's sounds awful when you say it like that. I mean I guess that's what it was technically but the buildings where empty I wasn't hurting anybody I was just painting." She said trying to explain without sounding like she was challenging his authority.

The Sheriff smiled at the young girl showing no judgement towards her tattoos or cigarette, "I understand where your coming from, really I do and I don't think that you'd do something to intentionally hurt anyone, but unfortunately the owners of the property you 'painted' don't agree with me and it is illegal."

Shiloh nods in understanding her big doe eyes looking especially adorable with the little defeated look in them.

"Now it says here that you did your community service hours already and mister Valentino here checks in with you from time to time and you still go to all the mandatory probation meetings?"

"Yes sir." Shiloh says and Caleb nods along.

"Shiloh is a very sweet and respectful girl Sheriff." Caleb comments and the Sheriff grins at her.

"Alright then the only thing that's going to change is that the meeting will be with me instead of Sheriff Cramer, and you understand that if your caught in possession of spray paint of any kind you'll be placed under house arrest?"

"I understand."

…...

Shiloh sighed shaking her hands out to try and rid herself of her nerves, she had changed into a pair of jeans with one black leg and one cheetah print one, she had on a long grey tank top with a black skull on it and a thick maroon sweater.

Her hair was now thrown into a long pony tail, and she stood watching Stiles put books into his locker and trying to talk herself into going to her own to talk to him.

Shiloh huffed, "Be a man!" she made a face at herself, 'Okay don't actually be a man just go over there!' After that internal debate and before she could talk herself out of it she marched over to her locker and put in the combination.

Stiles watched her with wide eyes, wondering if he should ask how her meeting went with his father, but then again maybe that was rude, or invasive and what if she thought that was judgy?! He didn't want to be judgy!

"It was tagging."

"What?" Stiles asked stunned out of his inner ramblings.

"What I was charged with," Shiloh explained, "While I guess it was technically vandalism but we call it tagging, the um.. artists if you will." She said biting her lip nervously, his eyes followed the action.

"You don't have to tell me." Stiles assured her not wanting her to feel uncomfortable.

"I want to" She promised, "I just –I don't know I didn't want you to think less of me which is stupid because we just met and you probably don't think much of me at all-" She rambled.

"That's not true!" Stiles exclaimed, she snapped her mouth shut at the interruption and he flushed "I think your great." He confessed much quieter then he had the first time.

"Really?" She beamed shyly from under her lashes.

"Yeah! Yes I mean I know I don't know you that well yet but I really do. Think your great that is." He stuttered.

Shiloh chuckled softly, "Well then we'll just have to fix that won't we?"

Stiles licked his lips and nodded watching as she grabbed one last book and shut her locker door.

"Great, I'll see you at the party."

….

Stiles walked into Lydia's back yard distracted. He was worried about Scott and upset over that fact that he didn't believe him, plus there was the fact, that he hadn't thought about a girl he'd been obsessed with since third grade since he had laid eyes on Shiloh.

Maybe that was the point though, it was only an obsession, he had idolized her and he was being to see now it wasn't realistic or healthy. He still thought she was pretty and smart, but he didn't look at her and wish he could have her anymore. He didn't mind when he saw he kissing Jackson, his heart didn't race when he saw strawberry blonde hair anymore.

With Shiloh it was more then an obsession, it was an actual connection, he had only just met the girl and he thought about her every second since, every thing she did, did something to him. The way she blushed or bit her lip, how her hands were always covered in paint, and how he had seen her giggle but he hadn't once heard her laugh.

He really wanted to hear her laugh.

He was drawn out of his thoughts by the sound of his name being called by the girl of his fixations.

"Stiles!"

Shiloh.

She looked stunning in her black and white stripped maxi skirt, that fit snug on her hips and her lacy black bralette that looked surprisingly classy since it had a high enough neckline that it didn't show any cleavage.

Her dark hair was straightened down her back showing it's true length, just barely touching the top of her butt, and covering the pair of angel wings Stiles had yet to know where there.

Her big doe eyes were smoky with sparkly brow eye shadows and thick black liner and lashes her lips were glossed a deep plum purple, and she was happily bouncing on her tippy toes to the music.

He swallowed thickly and grinned waving back as he made his way through the crowd towards her. She hugged him when he got close enough for her to throw her arms around, and he laughed startled, "Whoa hey,"

He squeezed her back before getting hands on her shoulders to hold her at arms length, she was beaming at him and her face was flushed from whatever she had in the red solo cup in her hand.

Shiloh knew that most people would think she didn't drink after what had happened with her mother, but that's in fact why she did anyways. She was determined to prove that she was nothing like the women, she didn't even look like her.

She might not have ever had her father in her life, but she did know what he looked like, because she looked just like him, he's where she got her native American blood, where she got her thick dark hair, and her dark brown eyes, the big round shape of them came from her mom but not the color. It was where she got the smooth tan skin and the art skills assuming they weren't from her mother who couldn't even draw a stick figure.

Stiles could once again see that she had even more tattoos on her stomach, on her left side she had a destressed dream catcher it had white beads and blue feathers. It looked like it was falling apart yet it was shockingly beautiful. That must have been the purpose of it seeing how it said, "Beautiful Disaster" right under it. On her right side there was a simple black phoenix bird and the quote "Though she be but little she is fierce."

Around her belly button that Stiles noticed was pierced with a small blue jewel.. and wow was it hot outside or was it just his tie trying to suffocate him? There was a small crescent moon tattooed around her belly button.

When he looked back up he noticed she had an eye brow raised at him, and his eyes widen he shook his head trying to explain. "I wasn't starting at your body! Not that I wouldn't want too I mean you've got a great body! Again not that I noticed I was just- not that I didn't notice! I –oh god!"

And that was Shiloh's hand over his mouth, and that was her warm body pressed against his for balance because she had to stand on her tippy toes to even reach his mouth and how had he not noticed that she was so tiny?

Shiloh flushed a deep red, at the feeling of his firm chest against hers her body was flushed with heat while she was hyper aware of the fact that she could feel him breath and his lips felt really soft under her palm and now she really wanted to kiss him.

Shiloh cleared her throat and leaned back out of his space, running a hand through her hair and taking a drink of her jack and coke, in order to get her thoughts together, "It's okay Stiles I know you weren't being weird, You can look at my tattoos if you want to." She teased him.

He chuckled, "I like them they're cool." He complimented.

"Thank you." She said with a little playful bow, and if only because of the liquid courage in her cup she added, "I've got more, you just haven't seen them yet."

And oh geez she winked at him. She would be embarrassed about that later but right now…work it Shiloh!

Stiles choked on his own spit as a result of that and she chuckled.

"Why don't we get you a drink?"

….

"So how do you know Lydia?" Stiles asked sometime later while they sat in the grass Shiloh had huddled close to him leaning her head on his shoulder, just lightly enough to still be shy about it.

She shifted off of his shoulder at the question though and he winced. "I uh, Natalie, Lydia's mom is fostering me, temporarily. Well right now it's temporary. Things in my life have never been very constant, and im not getting my hopes up."

"But sometimes hope is the best thing you can do for yourself, it keeps you going." Stiles said choosing not to comment on her parents.

She chuckled sadly, "It also breeds enteral misery."

Stiles frowned reaching out to run the back of his hand down her cheek, "You've got a pretty dim outlook on life don't you?"

Shiloh leans in to his touch, "Well I started out with two weeks and at this point in time I think I've given myself a month," She said lightly trying to get away from the dark mood.

"Scott!"

They both looked up at the sound of Allison's voice, Scott was running out of the yard and Allison followed after him.

Stiles eyes widened, and he panicked jumping to his feet, Shiloh furrowed her brows at him in confusion. He grimaced, "We should go see if everythings okay!" He insisted pulling her to her feet.

Shiloh smiled bemused and let him tug her along to the front yard, "If you say so."

They were met with the sight of Scott speeding down the street in his moms car and a very upset Allison left standing on the front yard.

"Shiloh I really have to go" Stiles said letting go of her hand.

"What?" She asked tilting her head to the side, she though they were having a great time, maybe he didn't like her.

He almost whined at the look of insecurity in her big brown eyes. "I really would want nothing else in world but to stay here and talk to you but I really should check on Scott."

Shiloh smiled at him happy to see his character, he wanted to stay and talk to her, he did like her. But Scott was his best friend and he could be in trouble.

"It's okay. But call me okay?" Shiloh said they had exchanged numbers earlier in the evening.

Stiles breathed a sigh of relief that she wasn't upset, "Always." He promise pressing a swift kiss to her cheek without even thinking about it and running to his jeep.

Shiloh fought to keep the blush off her cheeks as she made her way over to her friend.

"Allison are you okay?" She questioned softly grabbing her hand and squeezing it lightly.

"I don't know I thought-"

"Allison." Both girls turned to look at the sound of the new voice, He was tall and well built, offering them an attractive smile.

"I'm a friend of Scott's, he wasn't feeling well but he wanted to me to make sure you got home okay. My names Derek."

Shiloh didn't bat an eye at the leather and dark jeans and intimidating stature of the stranger or the simple fact that he was a stranger, these kinds of people hung out around her old neighborhood all the time.

Maybe it was the fact that she didn't react to it that made Allison so at ease with it but she accepted with a sweet smile and a shy thank you.

"Nice tats." 'Derek' commented, and Shiloh flushed at the compliment.

She cleared her throat and bounced on her toes, "Thank you."

He smirked and nodded, "Maybe next time I'll recommend you a good shop in Beacon Hills." And with that he walked to his admittedly gorgeous black Camaro.

Shiloh stood with her brows furrowed and her lips pouted in confusion.

"Next time?"

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A/N!

Hello guys! I just want to thank all of you for the reviews! You have no idea how excited I am that so many of you like the story and Shiloh!

The next couple chapters will start to get back into the actual episodes and plot line.

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