Emma's P.O.V:

"Dad, dad; I think I can walk from here," I tell my father as he pulls into the driveway.

"Are you sure?" he says, looking up at me. "School is on the next block."

"I know, but cop's car, remember? I don't want to get attention," I whine. Hopefully, he'll let me walk. I still have my goods fifteen minutes to get there anyways.

Dad sighs.

I hope he's not offended.

"We'll need to get you a car," he states.

"Oh, thank God!" I mumble in relief, earning a glare. "I mean, thanks for driving me here, love you!"

I get out of the damn car and walk towards school.

Another year on Beacon Hills High School is about to start. If I'm being honest, I'm not very excited about it. The only good thing is that I will be able to see my best friend since I can remember: Scott. We didn't hang out that much this summer; mostly because dad wanted to take us to somewhere in England. The other half of the time he was hanging out with this kid Stiles.

I've never got on well with him. Our fathers work together-more like his dad is my dad's boss-but that's it. If it wasn't for Scott, I wouldn't even talk to him in the first place.

Sheriff Stilinski is nice to me, though. And I remember Stiles' mom babysitting me when we were kids.

Anyways, it's not important. I push my thoughts away from buzz cut head and focus on what's in front of me.

Everyone arriving in their cars, bikes, motorcycles...vehicles, that is. I wish I had my own car. It would help my dad a lot, since he can't drive me all the time and he feels guilty when I have to ask for a ride or just don't go where I want to.

Ever since mom died it's been hard for him. Like, he didn't have any idea of how to be a mother, father and a police man. I always do my best to help him in everything I can.

As I walk farther into the school's parking lot I can see Jackson's expensive car. Oh, how I hate this tool. He is the captain of lacrosse team and he thinks he's sort of the king of the school because of it. Lacrosse is dumb, if you ask me.

He gets out of it and tells something to a boy in his bike. Oh, shit, wait. That boy is Scott. I quickly make my way to them, Jackson turns around and his shoulder collides with mine.

"Jerk," I mumble.

"Bitch," he says back.

I roll my eyes and walk towards my best friend.

"Aye, Scotty!"

He smiles and opens his arms for me. I don't waste any second and hug him.

"Emma! How was your summer?" he cheerfully asks .

"Lame, as always," I laugh. "What about you? You look tired."

"Ah, yeah...last night I went to the woods, long story..."

He shifts uncomfortable in his place.

"Why'd you go to the woods?" I ask him as we walk towards the front doors of hell.

I mean, school.

"Oh, because-"

"Scott!"

We both turn around to see Stiles walking away from his precious jeep and towards us. Do I still want to know?

"Hey, let's see this thing!"

"What thing?" I ask being the nosy person I am.

"Oh, hey Emma! Did your unnecessary curiosity grow during summer?" Stiles asks, sarcasm and annoyance along his words.

"Did your intelligence run away because too stupid?" he rolls his eyes and focus on Scott.

I am genuinely surprised because he didn't keep the comeback's fight going on.

Believe me when I say we do this every time we get the chance. After making fun of lacrosse, this is my favourite activity.

Scott sighs and pulls up his shirt, revealing his right ribs.

"Oh!"

Stiles narrows his eyes and takes a closer look.

"Yeah," Scott says, touching the white bandage that is covering something. A wound, I guess. "It was too dark to see much but I'm pretty sure it was a wolf."

Is he saying there was a wolf in Beacon Hills' woods and that it bit him?

Scott is my best friend, but he isn't too smart when it comes to remember little details about things.

"A wolf bit you?" Stiles asks, uncertainty in his voice.

"No, not a chance," I get into the conversation.

"I heard a wolf howling," Scott says like if that is going to validate his argument.

"No, you didn't," Stiles insists.

Scott scoffs.

"What do you mean 'no, you didn't'? How do you know what I heard?" my desire of knowing what happened last night has grown considerably.

"Because California doesn't have wolves!" Stiles and I exclaim at the same time.

We glare at each other for one second. The next one we're back to ignoring each other's presence.

"Not in like sixty years, okay?" Stiles adds. Of course he did. Smartass.

"Really?"

I roll my eyes because Scott is being especially slow today.

"Yes, really!" his best friend insists. Sometimes is so damn hard to convince Scott.

"There are not wolves in California," I repeat firmly this time. I hope it's enough for him to get it.

"Oh, well..."

Yes, he gave up.

"If you don't believe me about the wolf, you're definitely not going to believe me when I tell you I found the body." At the mention of "the body", Stiles jumps beside me.

"Are you kidding me?" he says, trying to control his emotion.

What the hell? Are they talking about a dead body or something? Why am I feeling like the third wheel today? Stiles is the third wheel, not me.

"No, I wish. I'm gonna have nightmares for a month" so it is a dead body then.

"Oh, God; that is freaking awesome!"

Stiles is starting to piss me off.

"I mean, this is seriously going to be the best thing that has happened to this town..." he makes a brief pause to look past Scott's shoulder. "Since the birth of Lydia Martin..."

Ah, of course. If I told you I hate the school's jerk, you have to know I hate the school's bitch even more. Lydia Martin; she thinks she has it all because she's dating Jackson what's-his-last-name. But what really infuriates me it's that she's the smartest girl I've talked to, but she's too busy playing dumb so she won't hurt her little boyfriend's feelings.

"Hey, Lydia," Stiles says, following her with his eyes when she passes by him, not even acknowledging his existence. "You look...like you're gonna ignore me."

I hold back a laugh as he turns around to face Scott again.

"You're the cause of this, you know? Both of you!" he points at me with his spasmodic hand moves. "Bringing me down in your nerd depths! I'm a nerd by association."

The bell rings and we start walking again.

"You could just admit you're not enough for Lydia Martin," I say half-heartedly, walking ahead of them.

"Like if you're enough for anybody," he attacks.

As I leave them behind, something feels different.

Okay, yes. They scared the shit out of me with their last adventure and dead bodies. But it's not that.

Like if you're enough for anybody.

Oh, seriously? Stiles' words, Emma? You have got to be kidding me. Since when do you care what this kid has to say?

Since never, I don't care.

This day is already ruined when I realize the only free spot is beside Scott but in front of Stiles. How did they even get here first?

The teacher-I do know his name, I just don't want to share it with you- talks about the body Scott found last night and says that we don't have to worry because the police is already on it. Stiles and Scott share knowing looks and I roll my eyes. I am definitely the third wheel.

And by the way, this dead body thing has kept my dad away for days. Not funny at all.

"Scott, you okay?" I ask him when I notice he's looking around the classroom, like he is looking for something.

He dismisses me and I scoff. What the hell is going on?

"Maybe he doesn't want to be with you today," Stiles leans in his desk so he can talk to me.

"Maybe you should shut up, if you want to be a dad," I warn him and I smirk when I feel him scooting back to his seat.

The headmaster opens the door and gets in, followed by a tall pretty girl with an oh-so-awesome jacket.

"Class, this is our new student, Allison Argent. Please do your best to make her feel welcomed."

This Allison girl awkwardly looks at the class and passes by me to seat behind Scott.

He turns around and lends her a pen. Smooth.

She gives him a questioning look but accept it anyway.

Okay, something's definitely going on with Scott.