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"Guess who's back."

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Beacon Hills High School.

Possibly my least favourite place in the world.

Sighing heavily, I pushed through the swarm of students, muttering apologies and rolling my eyes at any dirty looks I received. I stepped through the door, slowing down to take a look around. I was trying to catch sight of any of my friends or Scott. I hadn't seen them in almost two months and I was dying to talk to them again, but for the state of my wellbeing, it was probably best to avoid as many of them as I could.

After everything that had happened, Brett and I took advantage of a school break and left to go travelling around America. Dad had given me a large amount of money and both Brett and I had already been saving for years, so we thought it was a brilliant opportunity to use it. The decision was last minute and we hadn't planned to go away for so long. But getting away from everything, it was like having a fresh start. No school, no supernatural, no drama, no worries.

It became difficult to even consider coming back because I was having such a good time. If I was being honest, I didn't want to ever return to Beacon Hills. Until I had to.

Of course, my absence didn't exactly go down well with mom, or Scott for that matter. I had a lot of angry phone calls and texts, which eventually got pretty boring so I stopped picking up and reading them. I didn't plan on going home straight away, but I knew I wouldn't be able to avoid it. Or Scott. Which was why Brett literally had to force me to school.

"Rebecca?"

"Shit." Slowly, I turned around, happy, yet mildly anxious, to see a frowning Malia in front of me. "Uh, hey," I smiled weakly, offering her a small wave. "Guess who's back."

Without warning, she took my arm, quite roughly, and began pulling me down the corridor. "Malia!" I exclaimed. "Malia, ow! Malia, stop!" I dug my heels into the ground and she eventually let go, turning around to face me with an expectant look on her face. "Ok, look I'm sorry I disappeared for a while but I'm back now and you-" I cut off, glancing around at the people passing by. "Look, you have to keep this a secret from Scott and the others."

"He's been going out of his mind!" She hissed, her teeth grinding together. I took another quick look around me before pulling her to the side and into a corner, out of the way of everyone else.

"I know and I'm sorry. I just- I needed to get away for a while."

"You can't expect me to keep this a secret," she said, the harshness of her tone making me flinch slightly. "He was really worried about you. We all were. Me, Lydia and-" her eyebrows drew together in confusion and she shook her head, as if she'd just forgotten something.

"You okay?" I asked, watching her with slight concern. She placed her fingers to her temple, closing her eyes shut for a moment.

When she opened them, her eyes widened slightly and she looked down at me quickly. "You should probably run."

Before I had chance to react, I felt a presence behind me. One that I knew very well. "Rebecca Louise McCall."

"Oh fuck."

Malia pulled an apologetic face as Scott took my hand, dragging me through the endless amounts of people in the corridors, and then into Coach's office, where he slammed the door shut with a loud bang. He was mad, really mad, and it scared the absolute shit out of me.

"Seventy two missed calls, Becca. Seventy. Two. All from me," Scott said, his voice seeming to rise louder and louder with each word.

I winced. "I know and I'm sorry I was just-"

"I don't care, Becca!" He suddenly snapped. "I just wanted to know that you were alright, but you couldn't even pick up the damn phone! Do you even know what you've put us through?"

Silence fell between us and I glanced down at the floor, shifting nervously on my feet slightly. My voice was small. "I'm sorry."

"It's not good enough."

"Scott-" I started, but he shook his head at me, taking a few steps back towards the door.

"Get to class, Becca," he said, almost defeatedly. "You've already missed a lot of school. And don't even think about skipping. I want you to meet me out the front at the end of the day so I can take you home myself."

I nodded gently, shoving my hands in my pockets. I could barely look at him. I couldn't face the disappointment written over his expression. "Scott-" I started again, my voice cracking slightly. "Scott, I really am sorry."

"Get to class Rebecca."

I felt my heart fall, the shame and disappointment in myself washing over me for the first time since I got back.

~

"Rebecca!" A voice called out from down the other end of the practically empty corridor. It was the end of the day and only the stragglers remained. I was walking as slowly as possible to meet Scott outside, trying to prepare myself for his wrath and then Mom's. I knew I was pushing it with Scott a little but I felt so bad, so guilty, that I really couldn't stomach facing him.

I turned around, a smile already forming on my face as Mason came into view. "Mase," I breathed out, both of us rushing forwards to embrace each other. "I missed you so much."

"I was beginning to think you weren't coming back," he responded, pulling away from the hug, a huge grin on his face. "God, I missed you. And I'm totally jealous."

"Jealous of the fact I went on holiday? Or that I got to spend two months with Brett?" I teased, raising my eyebrows as he chuckled.

"Maybe both," he admitted, the two of us beginning to walk in sync outside the main doors. "How was it? You have to tell me absolutely everything," he said excitedly. I couldn't help but feel lightened by his mood – but then I caught sight of my brother frowning at me from the other end of the car park. My mood instantly dropped.

"I'd love to," I told him, coming to a stop, aware of Scott still watching us both. "But I have to sort some things out." Mason's eyes travelled in Scott's direction and he nodded, seeming to understand. "Maybe we can catch up tomorrow?"

"Actually, there's a party tonight," he said, immediately sparking my interest. I'd developed a new found love for going to parties recently. "At Nathan Pierce's house."

"Who?"

"Lacrosse player, apparently," Mason informed, shrugging. "Start of the season party according to Liam. Starts at eight."

The mention of Liam's name hit me slightly. It wasn't that I was still angry or bitter – okay, that was a lie. I was just trying to work on getting over my emotions and feelings about him and Hayden. It was still a difficult situation, but I was getting through it the best I could.

"I'll probably see you there then," I smiled, glancing over at Scott again. "I should go. See you later, Mase."

"Bye, Bex. Oh, and good luck."

"Thanks," I laughed, not wanting to comment any more because I knew that Scott could probably hear our conversation. I didn't want to get in any more deep shit then I was already in.

Scott didn't say anything when I stopped in front of him. Instead, he handed me a helmet and climbed on his bike. I swung my leg over too, wrapping my arms around his middle as he started up the engine.

The ride home was a blur.

I had to say, if there was one thing I missed, it was being on the back of my brother's motorcycle. It was a 'take your breath away' kind of feeling, and it was exhilarating. If I hadn't spent my money going away, I probably would have bought one of my own.

Scott opened the front door, letting me through first before closing it shut loudly. I bit my lip, stepping through and into the kitchen, in search for food. I located a bag of chips, opening them and taking a handful.

"Have you not got anything to say?"

I spun back around, the packet open in my hand and my mouth full. "Um," I started, my words becoming inaudible from the crunching. "Good choice of chips," I swallowed quickly, shooting my brother a grin. "Did you do all the grocery shopping?"

Scott's shoulders dropped as he leaned against the counter with a sigh. Disappointment washed over his face and I immediately began to feel guilty. "What's happened to you?"

"Me?" I questioned, allowing my eyebrows to draw together in a frown. "Nothing's happened to me."

"You've changed."

"It's my hair right? I'm glad you noticed. I had it cut and dyed–"

"Rebecca," he cautioned as I shrunk back, slightly intimidated by the vibes he was giving off. "Stop putting this act on."

"Act?"

"You know what I'm talking about," he said lowly. "It's like you hardly care about anything anymore. I mean, you couldn't even be bothered to get in touch with any family or friends, but you could easily post all those photos on Instagram and Snapchat. Then, when you finally come back home you act like you've done nothing wrong?"

"Scott, I-"

"But I know you much better than that," he said. "You care too much about people to have this attitude."

I couldn't help but allow my lips to pull into a small smile, warmed by his words. "I really missed you."

"I missed you too," he said, stepping closer towards me, his expression still stern but slightly more relaxed than before. "Don't ever do this again."

I moved forwards, wrapping my arms around him in a tight hug that lasted a few peaceful minutes. "I'm sorry I acted so stuck up," I said once we broke away. "I was just so worried about how mad you'd all be at me. I mean, what I did was kinda shitty. I just had to get away for a while, with no contact from home. You get that, right?"

"Of course I do."

"I felt so guilty ignoring all your calls. I tried to block it out whilst I was away and I guess acting like– well, acting how I did, was the best way to do it," I admitted, giving him a weak smile. "I'm sorry. Did I miss much?"

"Actually, there's something I need to talk to you about."

My heart immediately dropped, those words and the tone they were said in instantly setting me on edge. I knew, I just knew that Scott was about to explain everything I feared. He didn't even have to say the words.

"I knew it," I mumbled, more to myself than my brother, focusing my eyes on a space on the wall. "I knew they were here. I knew it was true."

"What was?" Scott watched me expectantly, his warm, brown eyes full of concern and confusion. When I didn't reply, he placed his hand on my shoulder. I could feel his gaze, watching me carefully. I swallowed thickly, my eyes finally meeting his. "Rebecca? What came true?"

"My dreams."

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A/N

It begins.

This is probably going to stray a little from the plot on Teen Wolf right now. Mostly due to the fact that I can't really see it going places for Rebecca at the moment, but also because I'm not enjoying this season very much.

Frequent updates are tricky right now. I can't even begin to explain how busy I am with school. And along with this book, I also have two others which are current priorities. I will try the best I can. Also, heads up, persistently commenting 'update' isn't going to make me write any faster, so I'd really appreciate it if you didn't.

If the waiting time is too much and you're missing some Rebecca in your life, I have a 'Meet My Ocs' book where I have extra information about her and my other characters. I'm also in the process of trying to make a decent trailer, so that will be up soon.

All very exciting stuff. I'm looking forward to writing what I have planned for Rebecca. I hope this was a good first chapter.