Chapter 1.
To say that Scott McCall was unnerved would be the understatement of the century. He didn't want to believe the signs but the more he thought about it, the more it all made sense. Scott McCall wasn't a normal sophomore kid at Beacon Hills High School anymore, he was a werewolf.
It took a while for him to get used to all the changes that his body went through after being bitten, the improved sense, the lack of asthma, and most alarmingly the glowing eyes, fangs, and claws. Derek told him that changing would get easier but he had yet to show him exactly how it would get easier, only adding to his rising frustration.
Despite Derek's insistence, he didn't feel that the bite was a gift, it was a curse. Especially after what just happened during lacrosse practice. He nearly lost control and was only able to get himself back under control once he stalked off to the locker room and waited out the shift. He couldn't play during the game tonight on the off chance that he lost control again and attacked someone.
But, his new-found status wasn't the only reason that he was feeling unnerved. It was also in part to the questioning gaze that seemed to be aimed at him all day by one Lydia Martin.
Scott had very little interaction with the strawberry blonde nowadays, not since Middle school. They just flew in different crowds, Lydia falling into the more popular crowds while Scott… well he didn't have much in terms of friends. Outside of Danny, a few other people on the lacrosse team, and Allison, Scott spent most of his high school tenure outside the social radar. For a long time, Lydia herself had been his best friend, until she decided that he was too much f a loser to hang out with him.
At first, he thought she was mad because he left her party early. He apologized, telling her that his mom called him about a family emergency because he couldn't outright tell her that he was a werewolf, right? He thought that would fix things, but her calculating gaze still transfixed itself onto him whenever he was within eye sight.
He did his best to ignore her, but there was something in the way that she was looking at him. She would either stare unwaveringly at his eyes, as she hoped to see something there, or they would occasionally drift down to his hands before returning to his eyes.
She couldn't know, could she?
No, that wasn't possible. He didn't shift while he was at Lydia's party; he only started to feel uncomfortable causing him to leave suddenly. It wasn't until he made it back home that he started to change so that couldn't be it.
But what if he did start to change while he was at Lydia's. No, that can't be it. If it was, she would be afraid of him, not looking at him like she was one of the very few problems she couldn't solve.
He was broken from his thoughts by Allison approaching him, but something was different about her. It took several moments for him to realize that she was wearing her jacket from the party. The one that he had found in the woods shortly before his run-in with Derek.
"Hey Allison. Where'd you get that jacket? You weren't wearing it this morning.," he tried to play the question off as smoothly as possible. Thankfully she didn't seem to notice that anything was amiss.
"Oh, this? I found it in my locker. I guess I forgot to take him home a few days ago."
Scott did his best to smile at her but inside he was seething. He knew where the jacket had actually come from and it didn't sit well with him at all.
He would have to have a talk with Derek here soon about this.
Despite how much of her precious time she had put to the problem since the night of her party, Lydia Martin was still unable to solve the conundrum that was Scott McCall. The most she could find out was a few details she got from Jackson, and even then, what he was saying didn't make any sense.
According to him, McCall wasn't anyone special, barely good enough at lacrosse to even be on the bench, let alone on the team. Coupled with the fact that he claimed that McCall had asthma, nothing seemed to make sense. Sure, from what she remembered, Scott did have asthma at one point, but looking at him now, it didn't appear as though he had been affected for years, whereas Jackson claimed he was as recently as a month ago. Even Allison was little help, having only met Scott recently, thus only knowing him since his miraculous improvement.
Yes, it seemed that she had hit a roadblock in her investigation, and had recently decided to simply observe him until the problem made itself known. She knew that her actions came off as at the very least weird, if not obsessive, but she needed to know. Not only was Scott anew face in the Beacon Hills popularity scene, but she liked Allison, and since the two were obviously smitten with each other, she wanted to make sure that nothing would happen to the girl.
She had even gone as far as to use some underhanded tactics to try and force the issue; introducing Allison to other members on the lacrosse team after threatening Scott's chances with her, but outside of some intense stares and she could have sworn that she heard him growl, it seemed nothing could break Scott McCall.
She had all but given up once it was time for the first lacrosse game of the season. Deciding to put her vendetta on hold temporarily, she sat next to Allison on the bleachers. They were both out there in support of both Jackson and Scott, but in reality, she was just there for Jackson. She couldn't help the slight feeling of self-pride that welled up inside her at the sight of her boyfriend being the best player on the team, if not on the whole field.
The same couldn't be said for Scott. Throughout the whole game, he never got the ball once, so it seemed that Jackson was trying to make a power play. Nevertheless, her and Allison continued cheering for Jackson, holding up the sign that she made for him to cheer him on. It wasn't until she saw Scott glance in their direction and see the sign, did things start becoming strange.
His eyes flitted past hers briefly and once again she could've sworn they were glowing again like the night of her party. She then took notice to the slight change in his demeanor. He was now hunched over, as if he was tired. When the referee asked if he was okay, he simply nodded his head, almost as if he was unable to speak for one reason or another.
When the whistle was blown, it seemed like a switch went off inside his head. Once the ball was up in the air, it was like he was drawn by it like a magnet, jumping over one of the opposing players to catch it. Gone was the timid player who hadn't caught a ball yet that game as he made his way towards the goal, dodging players left and right.
Where the hell had this come from?
Up until this point he had looked nothing like the surprising upstart from practice, but it seemed he was back. The game went on like this for several more minutes; one opposing player had passed him the ball after looking at him, and he had managed to break their goalie's lacrosse stick scoring a goal. She was amazed by all of this, he now looked absolutely primal, resembling a predator more than a high school student.
Once the game was over she saw Scott take off towards the school. Deciding that now was the time for her to get her answers, she took off after him, unaware of the fact that Allison had seen the whole thing and decided to follow. Lydia followed him inside the school and tracked him to the locker room.
The locker room was deathly quiet, the only evidence that someone was in there was the occasional sound of movement and what sounded like an animal. Trekking further into the room, she found that Scott was nowhere in sight. She almost turned around and left until she heard a growl come from up above her.
Looking up, all her breath left her in a fearful gasp at the sight of Scott McCall sporting fangs, claws, and glowing eyes staring down at her as if she was his prey. She backed up as quickly as she could, accidently bumping into a row of lockers in her haste to get away, Scott beginning to follow her from the rafters. She hid behind another row, waiting for him to pounce when she heard a voice come from elsewhere in the room.
"Hello?"
She waited with bated breath as she heard Allison step farther into the room, moving towards the shower area where she knew that Scott was lying in wait. Peering around the corner she watched as her friend shook Scott on the shoulder to get his attention, causing him to turn around. She anticipated a scream when he did, instead both her and Allison were met with a normal looking Scott.
"Scott, you scared me. Are you alright?"
"Yeah. I guess…I got kinda light headed there for a second."
Lydia was about to step out from her hiding place and confront the two, but she realized that neither of them knew she was there. She then decided that the best course of action was to wait for Allison to leave before finding out what Scott was. Despite how unbelievable the thought was, Lydia was sure that he wasn't human, and bringing that up in front of Allison would either A- make her look crazy, or B- scare the poor girl half to death.
The pair's conversation continued, going on about second chances, before they finally kissed, the sincerity of it causing Lydia to feel happy for her friend, and at the same time feel a little jealous. She pushed those feelings aside as Allison gave him one last chaste kiss before going off to find her dad. Once she was gone and Scott started to saunter towards the exit, a goofy grin gracing his features, Lydia decided it was time to strike.
"What the hell was all that?"
Scott whirled around so quick that she thought he might fall over and bash his head on a locker. "Lydia? What are you doing here?"
"Don't try and dodge the question. What. The hell. Was that?"
"You saw all that?", the grin returned to his face, confusing her for a second, "I finally got my second chance with Allison."
Lydia felt her ire rising, of course he would think that that was what she was talking about.
"That's not what I meant McCall."
He visibly paled at the implication, his eyes started darting around the room trying to find anywhere to look besides directly at her.
"I want to know what happened out there on the field."
"What do you mean?"
"You know what I mean McCall," his eyes finally came to rest on hers, and she felt an unexpected pang of sympathy run through her system before she dispelled it and refocused on her anger, "What the hell are you?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," he made to step around her but she side-stepped right into his path, placing one of her manicured hands on his chest to halt his progress.
"The glowing eyes, the claws, the fangs…if I didn't know any better, I'd think you weren't human."
She could see that Scott was starting to get visibly uncomfortable, almost angry, at her interrogation but she wasn't about to stop now.
"Just leave me alone," he actually managed to get around her, but if Lydia Martin was anything, she was persistent
"Not until you answer my question," she said as she grabbed to his arm to pull him back towards her.
"I SAID STOP!" he whirled around to face her, his voiced laced with a heavy growl and his eyes glowing the brightest yellow that Lydia had ever seen. She could see fangs protruding from behind his lips as his breathing had started to get ragged. She recoiled initially in fear, before he saw her expression and tried to calm himself down. Knowing that he had been caught, he simply bowed his head in shame.
Lydia stepped forward to get better look at him, the sound of her vice coming out softer than it had during the conversation as she asked him again.
"What are you Scott McCall?"
AN 1:
Here's the first official chapter of this story. I have a feeling that this chapter isn't very good but I hope to get the next chapter done quickly. Even though the story is based off Season 1, I only plan to include the episodes, Magic Bullet, Night School, Lunatic, and the finale in this story, making the story around 0 to 11 chapters.
I originally planned this story as a simple rewrite with Lydia having a more active role, but while watching Season 6, I decided to go the slightly different route and added the element of Stiles not existing to the narrative. I hope you all enjoy it.
AN 2:
This chapter had fewer changes to the first one. I simply added on sentence alluding to Scott and Lydia's previous friendship. I realize that it was a small detail in either chapter but it is important to their progression that they overcome this.
As always, thanks for reading!