New Moon:

New beginnings, fresh start, blank page.

Pulling my eyes away from the road I glanced at Lydia, I mind filled with questions that I knew she wouldn't answer. Last night, she had been ushered away from me the moment the Sheriff had arrived, his son following close behind. After giving the sheriff and Stiles a series of half-hearted answers, I had been sent home while they whisked Lydia back to the hospital. It wasn't my fault I couldn't explain what had happened. Even when it was just me and Stiles I didn't discuss the map. To be completely honest I didn't really know myself how I'd found her. Part of me wanted to believe it was some great act of magic or supernatural ritual but the other half put it down to sheer dumb luck. "Haven't you got more important things to look at, like I don't' know maybe the road?" Lydia's bored tones pulled me from my thoughts. I smiled sheepishly at her before focusing on driving.

As I swung the car into school grounds I noticed Lydia's fingers curling around her leather jacket nervously. I guess that was why she had asked for a lift in. She had used the excuse of her car not working but I could see the apprehension in her eyes as she watched the building grow ever closer. Pulling into a free space I paused before unlocking the doors, "Why are you so keen to get back? You could have milked it and got at least a week off."

"Having time off would imply something was wrong and it isn't. Oh look there's Allison," She had reached over me and released the doors before I could reply. Shaking my head I watched her carefully as she tottered across the tarmac in her monster heels, how her feet survived an entire day in them I'd never understand. Swinging my legs from the car I chuckled at the difference between our foot wear, my chucky leather boots didn't seem to have the same feminine charm as her stilettos. As I approached the pair I could hear Lydia giving Allison the same answer she had even me when I questioned her earlier about her memories from the last few days, "They called it a fugue state, which is basically a way of saying 'We have no idea why you can't remember running through the woods naked for two days.'"

"It's all good though she lost nine pounds," I ended merrily as I fell into step next to them, pinning the petite red head between me and my fellow brunette. Allison smiled at my words knowing instantly that the comment about losing weight had obviously come from Lydia. Well at least girl had manged to find a silver lining to the bizarre events.

Turning to face Lydia we both stopped, practically blocking the girl from entering the school, "are you ready for this?" Allison questioned tentatively. Her expression soft and caring, I was glad she had asked. I think the words would have seemed patronising had they left my mouth.

Lydia's eyes narrowed fractionally as stared back at Allison. Her lips curled up into a smug smile as she bit back, "please. It's not like my aunt's a serial killer." With that she pulled the door wide and strutted into the building, leaving me and Allison speechless. We shared a quick look though I imagine our expressions varied slightly. My lips were trembling trying to keep a smile from forming while Allison gapped at the open door. Giving in I let the smirk travel along my lips and waved a hand gesturing for Allison to enter first.

The enter hall had frozen. Everyone was openly staring at us, at Lydia. Allison lent into me and whispered, just loud enough that Lydia could hear, "maybe it's the nine pounds." Lydia's eyes rolled before they landed on us, good she had heard.

My smirk widened as I met her gaze, "Martin's miracle regime, you could make a fortune." Allison snorted quietly into the back of her hand beside me as Lydia pressed her lips together disapprovingly. She turned back to face the silent students before flipping a curl over her shoulder in mock confidence. Nobody dared stop her as she marched past them, her head held high. I glanced back at Allison as some of the students turned their gazes from Lydia to her, "wow." I hooked my arm into hers and steered her down the hall after our friend, "I'm like the normal one now."

The day had been filled with lots of curious eyes and hushed whisperers. Most of the student body had heard about Lydia's late night frolic through the woods and they also seemed to have heard that I was the one who found her. Many of our classmates had resorted to creating complex narratives to explain what had happened. By second period I had heard at least six different recounts, all vastly different from the other as no one had any real facts. No one had gotten it right yet, though I doubted they would I mean I hadn't even disclosed my method of finding the missing teen to the Sheriff. I had happily recounted my favourite rumour to Lydia other lunch. According to Matt one of the freshmen on the team had been telling his friends that Lydia and I were lovers and had planned to elope to Europe together. Unfortunaly I had lost my nerve and left poor Lydia in the woods waiting for me. She didn't seem to be finding all the attention as amusing as me. I imagine it had something to do with her sudden drop in the schools hierarchy system.

By the end of the day I was eager to see if Matt had heard any more scandalous locker talk. Though as I approached the Lacrosse field I was joined by a different team member. I frowned lightly as Jackson fell into step beside me. "Give me your camera," he demanded. When he had joined me I had assumed he wanted something other than to talk but I hadn't expected that. Why would he need a camera? Besides surely he could just get mummy and daddy to buy him one.

Without missing a beat I shot back a reply, "give me your Porsche."

It was only then that the co-captain took the time to actually look at me. "Cute," he sneered humourlessly in my direction before repeating himself, "but seriously I need your camera to record something."

I shook my head and settled onto the player's bench. Pulling my camera from its case I glanced up at Jackson who was now looming over me, "sorry can't help even if my camera recorded in decent quality, which it doesn't, I don't like sharing."

Rolling his eyes he sank into the space beside me, "I'm not looking for favour from a friend. I'll pay you." Now he had my attention. Though why the sudden need for a camera? I doubted he would answer honestly if I asked him. Before I could reply to Jackson's tempting offer Matt nudged a freshmen out of the way and perched on the other side of me. His eyes traveling between me and Jackson curiously.

"You alright?" Matt asked, though if I'm honest I'm not sure which of us he was talking to.

To my surprise Jackson didn't reply, he looked ready to leave as I answered Matt, "yeah Jackson here wants to branch out into film making, says he'll pay to borrow a video recorder."

I could feel Jackson glaring at me, so he didn't want anyone else knowing about his future video? What the hell was he up to? Matt didn't seem to notice Jackson's sudden hostility as he lent forward to talk to the boy across me, "You need a camera? You have a hundred bucks?"

Jackson scoffed, "I drive a Porsche. What do you think?"

"I think your parents have a hundred bucks," Matt replied. I had never been prouder of the boy, though I don't think Jackson shared my sentiment.

I sniggered while Jackson barked out one last order, "just get me the camera." We both watched him in amusement as he marched off across the pitch towards the rest of the team.

As Matt got up from the bench I let out one last comment, "bet you he's making a sex tape," I paused as Matt nodded in agreement. Good he was listening, I smiled up at him, "wait, him and Allison went to the dance together right?" his expression darkened as he glowered down at me. He had linked the two comments together just as I had wanted him to. I knew nothing was going on between Jackson and Allison but I couldn't help wind the boy up.

My eyes shifted from Matt's retreating form to Scott, who was settling into his new position in goal. My brows furrowed as I glanced between him and Stiles, the later gave me a one armed shrug when our eyes met, they were up to something. As coach's whistle sounded Scott shot forward, past his defender and slammed his body into his opponent sending them to the ground with him. Oh yeah those two were definitely up to something. Coach looked just as confused as I felt as he bereted McCall for leaving the goal. As Scott jogged back to goal I noticed that Matt was next in the line-up. This wasn't going to go well. Just like before, as the short cry of the whistles filled the air, Scott rushed forward slamming his shoulder into Matt's body. Sending the boy flying over his shoulder and into the ground. I grimaced as the sound of Matt's impact reached me. Coach tried to remind Scott of the goalkeeper's job while Matt made his way to the back of the line sending me a dark look. As if I was the one who had just launched him into the air!

Scott continued to charge out of goal it had gotten to the point where his defender wasn't even trying now, instead the player had adopted a causal stance just out of Scott's path. Not knowing everyone's team numbers yet I lifted my camera to see the faces of the players in the line. Isaac was next his body trembling, though I couldn't work out if that was from the cold or something else. Once again Scott shot out of goal, past his bored looking team mate and collided spectacularly with Isaac. Before anything to come of the most resent tackle Sherriff Stilinski matched across the field, two deputies following him closely. Everyone stopped to watch the newest arrivals approach the team. The officers pulled Coach and Isaac to one side, my mind reeled through the possible topics the group could be discussing. One of the deputies reached up and hooked his hand around Isaac's bicep ready to lead the teen away. Pushing down on the shutter I snapped away just as Isaac turned to give Scott one last look.

As practise ca me an early finish I flicked through the few pictures I had taken, a groan escaped my lips as I stopped on the last image. Isaac's face was partially hidden by two large lens flares directly where his eyes would be. Great, just what we needed another werewolf on the field.

Storming into class after the masses I slammed my books onto the desk behind Stiles and Scott. The pair jumped simultaneously as I leant forward growling at them, "either of you planning on telling me we had another wolf running round."

Stiles turned and gapped at me, "seriously how do you know this stuff." I handed him the camera, the image of Isaac being taken away filled the small screen. Stiles' eyes narrowed at the lens flare. "Okay you definitely have to delete that." He passed the camera back to me as Harris entered the room. Stiles turned away from me continued explaining something to Scott, "Peter told me that if the bite doesn't turn you it could kill you. And maybe teenagers have a better chance of surviving."

"Doesn't being a teenager mean your dad can't hold him?" Scott replied. It would seem the pair had only just found out about Isaac to.

Stiles nodded before adding, "well, not unless they have solid evidence. Or a witness. Wait." He paused his eyes scanning the classroom, he was clearly looking for someone, "where's Jackson?"

"He was waiting outside the Principal's office for your dad I think," I replied with a shrug not seeing the importance of the teen's whereabouts. Stiles jerked his head at me and Scott his hands gesturing wildly as he waited for us to catch up, "oh crap"

Stiles looked mortified by how long it had taken us to link the pieces of information together. Though he didn't make a comment instead he placed a finger on his chin in thought, his eyes lingering on the door behind me, "we gotta get to the principal's office."

I smirked back, "on it."

Ripping a page from my note book I crumpled it into a ball, the boys ignored my actions. In one swift motion I flicked the newly create ball at the teachers head. It hit Harris and bounced satisfyingly off the back of his head. Turning sharply the older man glared at his class, who were all trying their best not to giggle, "who in the hell did that?" most people in the class looked down as he scanned the room for the perpetrators. However as his eyes settled on me I raised a finger and pointed at the pair sat in front of me. Glowering at the ignorant pair Harris strode toward them. Stiles and Scott, who had both been busy whispering, looked up to see Harris towering over them. He merely pointed to the door signalling for the boys to leave, I smiled sweetly as the pair were ushered from the room.

I didn't get a chance to meet up the boys after school to find out what Jackson had said to get Isaac arrested but from the frantic texts Allison and Stiles had been sending me I doubt anything good was going to come from the newly turned wolf being incarcerated during the full moon. Luckily, I had a valid excuse for bailing on the nights heroics. Matt had agreed to loan Jackson his video recorder and he had nominated me to be his taxi for the evening. Not the most pressing of matters I know but driving my friend around sounded like a much better way to spend my night then whatever the others would have had planned for me! Matt's hand hovered over the handle as I pulled up outside Jacksons, "I'm starting to feel a little weird about this."

Rolling my eyes at him, I reached across him and opened the door for him. "Come on, you made me drive all the way here," I whined as I gestured for him to get out. I followed him across the road after having to practically force the boy out of the car, "lets just give the idiot his camera so we can leave." We waited patiently for Jackson to appear at the door. It didn't take long for the shirtless teen to pull the door open and greet us with his usual self-assured confidence. Shifting my weight slightly I nudged Matt little before commenting loudly, "see nothing to worry about, just a half-naked teen wanting to film himself at night."

"Worry?" Jackson raised an eyebrow at me before turning to face Matt, "no, no. What you're feeling is a hundred dollars richer," as he spoke he tucked a few rolled up notes into Matt's front pocket. "Give me the camera and go buy yourself another fancy lens or light meter or whatever gives your photography geeks a hard - on." What a lovely image.

Matt still looked unsure as he rocked his weight from one foot to another. As he finally handed the tech over to Jackson, whose hand had been upstretched like a spoilt child waiting for his new toy, Matt questioned, "This doesn't have anything to do with Allison, does it? I saw you two at the dance the other night and I kind of figured that you two were, you know, together." I snorted lightly at his question. I hadn't thought he would take my words this seriously. This was why I hadn't mentioned anything about Allison and Scott's secret relationship.

Jackson sneered at the boy, "Aw, you have a little thing for Allison, Matt? A little - a little crush?"

I chuckled at Matt's misfortune before joining in with the teasing, "only just noticed," Matt glared at the pair of us. I knew him well enough to know he had had enough, he wanted to leave. Lifting my key up I unlocked the car from over my shoulder, letting Matt know it the car was open. As Matt marched off toward the vehicle I sobered up. The teasing smile fell from my lips as I turned to face Jackson, "what are you doing then?"

"Documenting history. My history. And I want to be able to see it happening. All of it. Tell your girlfriend she'll get it back tomorrow," was Jackson's cryptic response.

I nodded understanding exactly why he had been so keen to get the camera tonight, before the full moon, "Derek gave you want you wanted didn't he."

Jackson smiled smugly, "I always get what I want." As he closed the door my eyes lingered on the huge house in front of me. He was probably telling the truth, from the large house to the Porsche, I doubted there was anything he didn't have. Well you know aside from the whole biological parents thing.

As I went to start the car up Matt's hand gripped the wheel tightly, "wait don't go yet." I glanced over at him in confusion but he didn't reply. Instead he pulled his phone from his pocket and began to access his camera remotely. "I knew it that lying…," he growled at the sight of Jackson reclined in his bed. I knew he was waiting for the change but to Matt it must have looked like he was waiting for someone to join him.

"For the love of," I shoved him hard in the arm knowing I wasn't going to get him away from the house anytime soon. If this was how he was going to find out then fine, it was Jackson's fault not mine. Besides I doubted Matt would believe in werewolves even if he watched Jackson turn. Shaking my head I clambered over the seats into the back of the car, letting my boot catch his shoulder as I did. Nestling into the pile of discarded clothes that littered my backseat I called out to him, "wake me up when you're done." Maybe in hindsight I should have just driven off.

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So for anyone interested, below are a couple of videos with Effy Stonem (Skins UK) in. She is played by Kaya Scodelario and is the inspiration for Emma. The Effy/Stiles videos are actually what gave me the idea for this story. Do not take anything as plot they are just a visual extra if you want it. All credit goes to the talented people who make the videos.

/AJThszga82I - stiles&effy say it now by tessabombshell

/zfERN0a5Fd4 - Effy Stonem Castle walls [skins] by Starry Sky