Living in Beacon Hills wasn't exactly great. I'd left a great life five years ago. Great friends, great almost boyfriend-in every way, let me add-who was totally into me and this close to dating me, promising he would once we got into high school. My parents were awesome then, with cool jobs and loving attitudes. But now they ignored me on good days and avoided me all together on every other days.

I was stuck in a school where freaky things kept happening and people were acting suspicious.

And my life had been shredded the day I'd been bitten. It's not what you think! I'm not a rampaging monster! I swear!

I mean, I had learned to control it. I kept to myself, kept my feelings in check. I refused to feel. I'd watched Frozen and watched in shock as Elsa became the Disney version of me. After that, my parents adopted the "conceal, don't feel, don't let it show" motto. I even had to repeat it after every full moon or any time I was upset. It was horrible.

I had no life, just school. I had no fun, no friends, no crushes. I was no teenager. Now I sat in class, copying notes like a good girl and paying my full attention on the teacher.

Out of no where, something small hit the back of my head.

Oh, there's the fact that I'm bullied too.

I ran my fingers through my hair nonchalantly and wiped the spot ball out, not moving any other way to signify that I'd noticed it. I felt a ton hit me this time.

This was irritating.

I took a deep breath in and just decided to get them out after class.

More hit me.

My breaths became harder but I was used to controlling my heart rate and being overly irritated.

"Hey!" Someone whispered in my ear. "Hey Zero!"

My teeth clenched. That was a reference to yet another movie. We'd watched Holes one day in class because nothing had been on the agenda the first day I was here, five years ago. I hadn't said a word all day and everyone said I was just like Zero, from the movie. The name was the only thing that got a reaction from me.

I was trying, but I hated it. I wasn't stupid. I wasn't secretly a genius. I wasn't Zero, I was dangerous.

"Zero!" They called again. My hands wanted to tighten on the desk but I sat still, forcing myself to chill out despite the hot white hate coursing through my veins.

It was junior year. I could handle these idiots.

"Zero?" They called, drawing out the 'o.'

It was Jackson. Of course. I looked over at the people around him. Oh look. Stiles. Ignorant as usual. Scott. In a conversation with Stiles. Allison. Admiring Scott. Lydia. Admiring Jackson. Jackson. Bullying me. The teacher even seemed unaware of what was happening.

I glared at Jackson and he smirked back.

Ass hole.

I turned back around and he kept silent. Until the bell rang. I ran to my locker and squealed as two arms slammed the lockers on either side of me, trapping me between them. I turned around.

It was Jackson.

Shit.

"Excuse me," I said.

My jaw was tight and my blood was pumping. I was losing control.

"You know... You're gorgeous. One of the few girls I haven't... Talked to. I like you. You're pretty..." His hand wandered to my waist and I smacked it away, my eyes looking to the side. They flashed yellow for a second then rested back to the usual color.

"Jackson. Move."

"No."

I looked him dead in the eye, my eyes flashing yellow. "MOVE."

He stumbled back and seemed scared. Then he hardened and before I could leave, he grabbed my wrist. "You think you can scare me? I'm bitten too! I'm just as strong as you!" He growled. "I didn't know you were like us. Congratulations."

He chuckled nastily in my
ear and all I could think about was the upcoming moon.

Shit.

"Let me go," I demanded.

I didn't want to turn here. My heart beat was going wild from half anger and half fear. I hadn't thought Jackson was a werewolf.

(A/n: this is when he first gets bitten. None of the Kanima has officially happened yet)

"No. I think we'll play first."

I looked up at him, absolutely terrified. "You wouldn't rape me, Jackson. I don't want this. Let me GO."

His eyes seem to clear a second when I said the word. No, regular Jackson wouldn't have. But this was wolf Jackson. No senses, just wolf instincts. His eyes hardened again.

"Wouldn't I?"

"Jackson stop!" I said more urgently.

"I believe the girl said to stop," I firm voice came from behind Jackson.

It was Stiles.

What?

He looked firm and ready, although his eyes and racing heart beat said it all-he was terrified.

I smirked at him, my senses finally kicking in. I brought my knee up and slammed his head into my elbow when he was weak. He crumpled.

"Coke on," I said, dragging Stiles away.

I pulled him into the locker rooms and shut the door. We were both out of breath.

"Think we're good?" He laughed.

"I think so."

"Are you okay?"

"I think so."

"Are you sure?"

"I think so."

"Say something else. Are you actually fine?"

"I'm great."

He sighed. "Y/n, I'm serious."

"Why do you care?" I asked, rounding on him.

He paused. "I-I uh."

"What?" I demanded.

"I've never seen you scared before. You're... You're a werewolf," he said.

I looked at him, frozen.

Shit shit shit shit.

I scrambled away from
Him.

"Don't be scared." He came toward me and all I saw was the malice in his eyes. Wait. Was I imagining it? Better not chance it.

"Stay away! I'm not a monster! I swear! I didn't hurt anyone! I'm innocent. I promise! I've spilt no human blood."

"I know. I know."

No. He was too close.

My fear consumed me and I turned then, losing myself in darkness. The wild took over and everything went dark.

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I woke up on the floor of the gym. What the...?

There was blood all over me. It all came flowing back. Jackson. Stiles.

Stiles.

No.

I stood, looking at the blood. I was panicking.

"Y/n?" Someone called. My head shot up. I was crying.

It was Scott. "

"Scott, leave! Please! I don't know who I killed. Have you seen Stiles? No... I didn't want to kill anyone. It took over. I don't remember anything..."

"Y/n, I'm a werewolf too," he said, a little panicked. He had bruises and blood on him too. He waS shifted and crouched a little.

"No shit."

He chuckled a little then stumbled and fell to his knees.

"Scott!" I ran to him and fell to my knees by him. "What did I do? Did I do this? I'm so sorry..." I sobbed, covering my face.

"No. You're okay. You didn't..."

"I didn't mean to. I know. Ugh. It's all my fault."

"I believe he's trying to say you didn't do it. I mean, you did fight the alpha. That's what all the blood is. He almost had Scott bit then you came out of no where and were all-" I looked up to see Stiles waving his hands, grinning and making ninja motions.

I stood up and ran to him. "Stiles! I didn't... Kill you?"

Stiles paled. "No."

I laughed in relief. "Oh thank goodness."

"You saved me. Scott was down and Derek was gone and everyone was here and it was crazy... We were at the hospital where we found out that the Alpha is Peter and then we all
Got together and you taunted him to the woods and we killed him and then Derek killed him and then we went to help you but you were still the wolf and the fire made you freak out and you ran here-"

"Stiles. Chill. I'm confused."

"Scott was hurt. He chased after you. I did too." He shrugged.

"How long have I been a wolf?" I asked, worried.

"All day. You shifted in the locker room then ran off. Tonight all this happened. A lot of chaos..."

Stiles rubbed his head.

I sat down, relieved.

He sat down in front of me. "Scott will be fine. He's just tired. The blood is mainly peters. He has a few scratches but he's super winded from sprinting all that way. I drove..." Stiles laughed.

I didn't notice until now that Stiles really was good looking. His eyes sparkled WHEB he laughed and he was really close.

My face slacked as all of a sudden, a repressed feeling of attraction towards Stiles that I'd been hiding and ignoring since I'd first felt it a few months ago came back. We really were close...

No. I couldn't.

Stiles did it for me.

He grabbed my fave and smashed my lips to his, kissing me hard and desperately. I kissed him back, freezing as my lips responded.

He leaned back and my eyes fluttered lazily opened. I looked at him, shocked.

"I'm sorry."

"No. That was..."

"Great?"

"Great."

"Can I do it again?"

I bit my lip. "Uh. Sure... I don't understand feelings yet, having so long tried to ignore them. But I think I like you..."

He smiled. "I like you too."

"Great," he said, smiling and perking up.

"Great," he agreed. Then he kissed me again.