Harley walked briskly through the halls as she pulled her hair into a ponytail, mildly annoyed with the fact she had to walk halfway across the school because her father refused to let her change in the boys locker room. What ever happened to female equality?

During her internal rant she ran into someone, knocking her flat on her ass. She lifted her head up to yell at her assailant, but paused when she saw who it was.

"Oh my god." Isaac Lahey scrambled to pick her duffel bag off the floor, putting his hand out to help her up. "I-I'm so sorry."

"It's fine." She sighed, taking it and letting him hoist her up. Derek had told her about him, about offering him the same thing, but hadn't told her why he'd chosen him. "Isaac, right?"

He froze, slightly terrified that the girl who had never spoken a word to him, let alone looked at him, knew his name. When it came to someone like Isaac, the only reason Harley Finstock knew your name, was most likely because you were her new victim of torment.

He was suddenly very aware that her tank top had shifted slightly, revealing her bra and looked down, only to become aware of how short her spandex shorts were, especially compared to her long legs. She cleared her throat and and he looked up, meeting her eyes as she looked at him expectantly.

"Um, yeah." He replied, a blush creeping up his neck. "Isaac Lahey. Is my name."

"Well, I'm Harley, but you probably already know that because we play lacrosse together." She shrugged, adjusting her top and releaving him
of one of his distractions.

"And we have about three classes together." He mumbled, watching as her head cocked to the side, her hand reaching out towards his face. He recoiled imeadietly, making her raise an eyebrow.

"Chill." She laughed, turning his face to examine the dark bruising around his eye, her fingers brushing across it lightly. She almost flinched when she felt the fear and sadness that associated with it. "That's pretty nasty. How'd you get it?"

"Lacrosse." He stated, swallowing hard. She could tell he was lying, but didn't want to press any further, seeing as she had already stressed him out enough.

"We should go. My dad's starting his pre-practice speech." Harley stated, taking her duffel bag from him and walking towards the locker room. Isaac didn't question how she knew, just followed behind her.

"Let's go!" Coach yelled as they walked through the door, the team gathering around. "I have an announcement. Quicker!" When he realized his daughter was in the room he yelled at Danny to put a shirt on, the blonde rolling her eyes.

"I've seen the male anatomy before." She said boredly, leaning against a locker. "I think I can handle my shirtless and very gay best friend."

"Right." He grimaced, shaking his head before yelling again. "Stilinski that means you! Let's go, gather around. Listen up."

He started unfolding a paper, looking around the group. "Police are asking for help on a missing child. It's a sick girl. Roaming around. Totally naked."

A few chuckles and whistles called out, causing Harley to slam her fist against a locker. "Hey, shut the fuck up." They grew silent, flinching away from her.

"It's supposed to get below forty degrees tonight." He warned, narrowing his eyes. "Now I don't know about you, but the last time it was that cold, and I was running around naked, I lost a testicle to exposure. Now I don't want the same thing happening to an innocent girl I've known her whole life. So please organize search parties. Tonight. Sign up, find the missing girl, you get an automatic A in my class."

He tacked the paper to the wall and held up a pen, cheers ringing throughout the locker room as they all gathered to sign up. Harley's attention turned towards Stiles, Scott, and Jackson conversing in a corner. Tucking a stray hair being her ear she tuned in, listening to them talk.

"If Lydia wants to take a naked hike through the woods, why should I care?" Jackson scoffed, leaning against the wall of lockers.

"Because, we have a pretty good idea she might be.." Scott trailed off, the blonde pushing off and walking towards them. "Y'know, turning."

"Turning?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah. Turning."

"Into..." Jackson trailed off, the girl scoffing as she crossed her arms.

"A unicorn." She sneered, startling the three boys. "What do you think, dip shit?"

"Well I think if Lydia's turning, she's not that's gonna need help." He scoffed, looking at his ex-girlfriend up and down slowly.

"What do you mean?" Scott asked, both him and Harley trying to ignore the desire that rolled off of him.

"Oh god, you've got it all backwards McCall." He chuckled, looking back at him. "When I was with Lydia, you should've seen the marks she left on me. What do you think she's gonna do with a set of real claws?"

"That's cute, Jackson." Harley shrugged boredly, examining her nails. "But you're not gonna get a rise out of me. So if you're not gonna be any help, you're dismissed."

Jackson's jaw clenched as he pushed past them, the blonde rolling her eyes at him. Scott and Stiles just stared at her in shock. "What?"

"How did you know about Lydia?" Stiles asked, blinking wildly.

"She's like me." Scott answered grimly, a grin spreading on her face.

"Bingo." She laughed, shooting them a wink as she walked past them, picking up her practice jersey on the way. "See you later losers."

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Harley tapped her pen against her desk as Harris slipped the quiz in front of her, almost laughing out loud when she saw the first question. This was gonna be a piece of cake. She chuckled as Danny let out an audible groan, looking at his best friend hopelessly.

"Sorry." She whispered, fighting the smile on her face.

"This is a pop quiz, Mr.Stilinski." The class looked up to see Mr.Harris looking at him with an annoyed expression. "If I hear your voice one more time, I may be tempted to give you detention for the rest of your high school career."

"Can you do that?" Stiles asked, mouth gaping slightly.

"There it is again." He stated bluntly. "Your voice. Triggering the only impulse I've ever had to strike a student repeatedly. Violently. See you at three for detention."

Harley bit down on her cheek in an attempt to muffle her laugh, relating with Harris on a personal level. Stiles' mouth dropped open even more, Scott turning to look at him.

"You too Mr.McCall?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

He shook his head, eyes wide. "No sir." The blonde look over in time to see a drop of black blood fall from Jackson's nose, landing in the middle of his paper.

"Jackson." She whispered, eyes wide. "Your nose." He looked up, a trail of black running to his lips. His eyebrows furrowed and he brought his fingers to his face, fear in his eyes when he saw the dark liquid.

"Are you okay?" Danny asked, leaning forwards slightly. He got up and darted towards the door, making the teacher jump.

"Harley." He said, the blonde looking at him with wide eyes. "Go see what's wrong with him."

She nodded quickly and followed Jackson, watching as he burst into the boys bathroom. She walked in without a second thought, knocking on the stall door.

"I'm fine Danny go back to class." He gasped as Derek appeared beside her, making her jump. She knocked again, hearing his heart beating like crazy. "Just give me a second okay?"

Derek shoved past her and rattled the door, only pissing of Jackson more. "Just give me a freaking second!"
Harley rolled her eyes, yanking on the door and breaking the lock. She reached in and pulled out her ex-boyfriend, throwing him against the sink. "Harley? Derek?"

"Hold on." She scoffed, looking between the two. "You know eachother?"

"You're lookin a little pale there Jackson." Derek ignored her, brushing his shirt with his hand, the younger boy shoving his hand away. "You feelin okay?"

"Never better." He breathed, nostrils flaring.

"If somethings wrong, I need to know." He said, circling him. "You're with me now, with us."

"With you? Me?" He scoffed, looking between them. "With you? What, like I'm your little pet? I mean, just because you gave me 'the bite' doesn't mean I'm part of your little wolf pack. Sorry, but you don't exactly show outstanding leadership qualities."

"Is that so?" Derek chuckled, nodding as he smiled.

"Look, I've got my own agenda." He sneered. "And it doesn't involve running around the woods howling with you and Finstock, okay? So why don't you just-"

Harley grabbed his chin and turned his face to the mirror so he could see the black blood dripping from his ears. He gasped, eyes wide as he stared at his reflection.

"What is it?" He asked shakily. "What's happening?"

"Your body's fighting the bite." The alpha said slowly, eyebrows furrowing.

"Why?" He growled, but he was already backing away.

"I don't know."

"What does it mean?" He pleaded, neither answering. "What does it mean!"

Derek had told her exactly what happens when you get the bite. Either you turn, or you die. She chuckled and gave him a pat on chest, her next words making him freeze.

"Looks like I'll be attending a funeral."

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I said I was going to update after I finished writing 5A of Return, but I'm indecisive.

I love Harley, it's so fun to write her, because she literally gives no fucks.

Vote, comment, and check out Return if you haven't already because it's at 2k and I cry.

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