A/N: First Teen Wolf story I've ever written! I decided to write this when I found out that Dylan Sprayberry would be on this show through Twitter. The first episode wasn't even out yet lol but oh well, you wouldn't believe how excited I was! Seriously loved him since he played the teen Clark Kent on Man of Steel omg 💘 Now, read on and I hope you enjoy *\(^o^)/*

Edit (2/10/21): Just a little warning – this was written in 2014-2015, so prepare for some cringe-worthy writing. This story is also complete, but the sequel has been discontinued. Nevertheless, I hope you like this book!

Beacon Hills, California: supposedly a cozy little town, but is in fact, full of mysteries.

How do I know this? Well, my family and I planned on moving here from Rosewood a long time ago, and of course, I researched about this place. It turns out there have been many odd cases here, but many have been classified as coincidences or accidents. Because of that, we still moved here, completely oblivious.

Mostly all the furniture is now settled in our brand new home. The living room is finished, complete with a TV and coffee table. The dining room is done as well, which is right next to the kitchen that we still need to buy more supplies for. My mom has her own space for paperwork- she owns a few branches of businesses and has a lot of files, but I don't understand it much. My dad, on the other hand, is an orthopedic doctor, so he obviously works in the Beacon Hills Hospital now.

My room on the other hand is still very plain, but that's just because we've just moved in. I plan to buy more decorations and furniture to complete the look, but I'll save that for another time.

"Riley! We're leaving now!"

I groan at my mother. She had informed me earlier that we would be going to my new school today, Beacon Hills High School, to get settled in before my first day. It would be a huge adjustment for me since I am coming in on the second semester already.

"Alright, I'm coming!" I calmly reply, even though I'm slightly miffed at how she calls me at the last minute as usual.

I swipe up my white Converse from the foot on my bed and start hopping as I put one on first, simultaneously searching for my bag. After grabbing the black drawstring bag I brought during the move here, I put the second shoe on my other foot and exit my room quite in gracefully. Not wanting my mom to call me again, I run down the steps and jump off at the last few.

"No running down the stairs, remember? You don't wanna break a bone," Dad says to me jokingly. All I can I roll my eyes and laugh at his actions.

My parents lead the way to the garage and my mom gets in the driver's seat, my dad in the passenger's, so I am unfortunately stuck in the back seat.

I plug in my earphones and play a song by one of my favorites, Bastille. My habit of tapping my feet annoyingly to the beat of the song is clear during the car ride as I listen to the song.

In a matter of minutes and just as the song ends, my parents and I now stand outside our car and I finally see my aunt and cousin walk out of their house. Happiness is evident on my aunt's face when she approaches us. She first hugs my mom, and then my dad, has a little chat with them, then embraces me as well.

"Riley, it's good to see you," she says, glancing at me up and down. "You've grown so much,

I laugh and shake my head, simply saying, "Well, I'm glad to finally be here." Next, I look over at my cousin with a smirk.

"Hey, Scott," I say enthusiastically.

"Riles," he says with a big smile.

"Have you been working out?" I suddenly ask my cousin disbelievingly. I just really couldn't believe it. He is no longer that skinny boy who tried to play lacrosse. He has toned arms and a bigger body (which is meant to be in a good way), and I partially want to believe that this is some kind of trick.

"Oh, this?" he asks arrogantly, flexing his muscles.

I scoff. "Now we can finally be compared to each other in that aspect."

"And what does that mean? I mean, you are a girl and you are younger than me."

"I also play a lot of sports, Scott," I say cockily with a raise of my eyebrows.

"And I've, uh, I've been playing more lacrosse," he tells me and I just laugh and shake my head.

"Where's your new home?" I hear Aunt Melissa question my parents again.

"Oh, it's just nearby and you can just walk from here. It's only a block away," my mom replies and my dad nods in agreement.

"That's wonderful."

"Wanna come in?" Scott offers after a few moments.

"Sure," I shrug. He smiles as he leads the way, and I follow suit.

"Our parents are probably going to be talking outside for some time," he chuckles.

"No doubt about that," I agree, nudging him.

"Let's stay in my room-"

"Hold on," I cut him off, stopping in my tracks.

"What? Still think boys have got cooties?" he asks me teasingly with hand gestures.

I roll my eyes at him and reply, "No. I'm just scared that your room will be like it was when you were 14."

Since we used to live in different places and we're quite distant relatives (the only time we ever see each other is during reunions), I last saw him when he was 14 and I, 12. We chat once in a while, but it's not exactly needed because it's not awkward to talk time after a long time since we're related and basically forced to do so.

He groans, saying, "Come on, Riley, that was one time and it was two years ago!"

"You had unfinished pizza under your bed!" I exclaim.

"I'm not like that anymore, I swear," he promises, tugging on my arm.

"Really?" I pester him, standing my ground. This usually works, but for some reason, he easily pulls me away, making me trip forward. "Woah, you really have gotten stronger."

"I know," he says simply. "Now walk before I pick you up throw you into my room."

"Jerk," I mutter, loud enough for him to hear- I mean, what's the fun in saying something like that if he doesn't actually know I said it?

"Drama queen," Scott retorts. We stop in front of a familiar door and he opens it with ease. I am relieved and mildly surprised when I find out that his room is much cleaner than it used to be.

"Good job, McCall," I comment, looking around.

"Told ya."

I flop down on his comfy bed and purposely try to take up all the space.

"Are you kidding me right now?" says Scott in annoyance.

"What are you talking about?" I ask, stretching even more.

Next thing you know, he has a mischievous look on his face and I don't even have time to actually realize what he's going to do because he pushes me. I roll once, fall, then land on my butt on the floor.

"Ouch," I grumble, glaring up at Scott who is now sitting on his bed, smiling goofily. "You've been abusing me ever since I came here!"

"Abusing?" he repeats with raised eyebrows.

"Yes, abusing," I say, getting up on my feet. "First you threaten to throw me into your room and now you push me off of your bed."

"Oh, okay," says Scott nonchalantly, making me fume.

"Ass."

"Hey, you little-

"Scott, don't say anything you'll regret!" his mom's voice echoes down the hall.

"But mom, she-"

Then a door closes, signaling that Aunt Melissa has entered her room and either ignored or didn't hear what my cousin was going to complain.

"I can't believe it, she didn't even hear what you said!" Scott whines.

"Well I am the guest here," I smirk. "Okay, I probably should go down now, I still have to go to the school and finalize everything and my dad's going to work already."

"Alright, catch ya later," Scott says. "Oh, and tell me when you're done. Maybe you'd like to see more of Beacon Hills?"

"That'd be great."

"Is it cool if Stiles comes later on? You remember him, right?"

"Yes, hyperactive Stiles," I laugh. "And yeah, it's cool. See ya," I wave and finally exit his room. I walk down the hall then jog over to the living area where sure enough, my parents were. My mom was still touching up her make up lightly and my dad was on the phone with someone.

"Okay, okay, I'll be at the hospital in a few. Goodbye." After ending the call, my dad looks at me and asks, "Okay? Ready?"

"Yep."

"We'll just drop your father off at the Beacon Hills Hospital and then we'll drive to your school," mom further explains and I just nod at her a few times.

Since they have already said goodbye to Aunt Melissa and I to Scott, we leave their house at once, pile into my mom's BMW, then drive away.

→ → →

"Good morning, Mrs. Bales," the principal greets my mother.

"Good morning," she says back. The principal gestures for us to sit on the two seats provided in front of his desk.

The talk was mostly about academics. I can proudly say that I am a straight A student... well, sometimes. It's because of math. My grade goes up and down there, but it isn't necessarily my bad subject, just the one I was least good at.

My mom also asks about the different sports here, knowing that I would definitely join a few. I am interested for a while, but no offense, it starts to become really repetitive and boring.

When I hear the principal say that we can go get my schedule, locker number and combination, and other papers needed in the next room, I sit up straighter, wanting to go do that now for I was bored.

"Er, excuse me?" I say timidly. "Is it okay if I go get them now?"

"Of course," the principal says kindly.

I then tap my mom and she nods knowingly.

"I'll follow soon," she says, looking away from the principal for a few seconds.

When she turns her back to me again, I face the other away and knock on the connecting door which was located at the back of the room. Through the glass, I see a lady typing away on a computer. Upon hearing my knock, the lady at the desk looks up and motions for me to come in. I give a meek smile before obeying.

"Hello, how may I help you?" I know she was being kind, but I had to resist the urge to roll my eyes. Isn't it obvious that I'm new? I'm here to get my schedule and I'm with my mom at the moment- well, she's still talking to the principal, but you can clearly see that through the glass on the door.

"I'd like to pick up my schedule and all," I reply nicely and she nods.

"Name?"

"Riley Bales," I answer her, peeking a bit as she opens a drawer full of files and starts searching through it.

"Bales, here we go." The lady takes out a small piece of paper and hands it to me. Next, she gets two more papers from a separate drawer. "So you've already got your schedule, and here's a map of the school with your locker information, and then some other reminders, which are mostly about extra-curricular activities."

"Okay, thank you."

"If you want, you may just wait outside- there are some seats there."

"Yeah, I'll just wait out there, thanks again," I say almost awkwardly. I pick up my bag, swing it over my shoulder, take out my phone to text Scott that I am almost finished, and place my hand on the knob of the third door I would passing today. I twist it open as I read the papers given to me.

You know when they say you shouldn't text while driving? I guess the same thing applies to reading and texting while walking.

I bump someone that is oddly quite hard- I know it is a person, it can't possibly be a wall... I don't think I'm that clumsy.

It turns out it really was a person, and a slightly irritated one, too. After we collide, I step back and drop my papers and phone to my dismay, and I hear a small, almost inaudible groan. I stop myself from making any signs of annoyance like that person did as I bend down to gather up my things, starting with the scattered papers.

"Watch where you're- he starts loudly when I get down. He then stops and it sounds as if he was taking a deep breath. Out of curiously, I look up after that and see a boy about my age. He's fair-skinned, has hazel brown hair, and he has the most shocking blue eyes. He was also wearing a dark blue shirt, and I'm also not sure if he is really fit and muscular, but it could've been a trick of the light- I didn't stare for long, that would've been weird.

"Sorry," he suddenly coughs out, seeming to calm down.

"Uh, it's alright," I reply, unsure of what to really say. I grab my paper regarding the other activities in this school, and I am puzzled when I see the boy on his knees and hand me my schedule.

"Riley," he mutters, reading my name on the paper. I smile gratefully and take it from him before swiftly picking my thankfully-not-destroyed-and-new-phone of off the ground.

"Sorry again," he apologizes quietly for the second time.

"It's not a problem," I reassure shyly, standing up.

"I'm guessing you're new here, too?" Okay, so he is new here as well. He said too.

"Right, I just moved here," I start. My eyes widen when I realize that instead of just saying that our little incident was no problem, I'm continuing a conversation with a complete stranger- well, not exactly a complete stranger anymore, right? I mean he's obviously going here this semester, like me.

"I transferred for my second semester of freshmen year," he explains, a cute grin on his face.

My guess on his age was correct.

"Same," I laugh lightly. Although he seems like an okay guy and the short conversation isn't bad at all, I am slightly grateful when I hear a door open and out comes my mom.

"Riley," I hear her call. I turn around, all my things now in hand.

"Yes?"

"Got everything?"

"Yeah, schedules and other things to remember," I inform her.

"Great. Let's go, hmm?"

I nod obediently and I even see her give a friendly smile to the boy behind me.

"I'll go start the car now," she finishes before walking away. I wait for her to be just a bit farther ahead before bidding the boy goodbye.

When I turn on my heel, I notice that he's now standing more of next to me instead of behind me already.

"It was nice talking to you," he smiles.

"Yes, same to you," I grin back. I start walking backwards so that I can still talk for a few moments and at the same time catch up with my mom. "Bye, uh..." I trail off, realizing how rude it was of me to not ask for his name. Then again, he didn't exactly ask for my name, he just saw it on the paper.

It seems that everything today has good but weird timing because next thing you know, a woman with similar hair color as the boy's appears from the corner of the hall.

And just before the boy opens his mouth to say anything, the woman speaks. "Liam, have you gotten everything yet?"

"Oh, no," he says sheepishly. "I'll go get them now."

"Okay, we'll both do that. I've just finished talking to the principal..." Her serious yet motherly tone is replaced with a more friendlier one, and I soon understand why- it's because she has finally noticed me waiting on the side.

"Hello, are you new here, too?"

"Yes," I answer. "I better go now, my mom is waiting in the car."

"Of course," she says politely.

"Bye Liam," I say more confidently with a wave, putting emphasis on his name for I found it out only because his mom said it. Before I completely walk away from him, I see his short wave and cute smirk and I smile as I make my way towards the front doors of the school and to the parking lot.