A/N: hey guys! I changed the start of it so it would be an og piece. Love you guys! 

ONE

"You're stupid." Stacey McCall giggles as her and her twin brother were playing in the sandpit at school. Stacey and Scott McCall; known to be the twins of their preschool. Not that anyone paid much attention to them because they weren't popular.

"You just got to imagine it, Stacey," Scott McCall stumbled over his words. Scott had always have had trouble getting his words out, with all the stuttering; it really was a mess. But somehow Stacey understands clearly.

"Imagine what? That's not a castle, stupid." Stacey McCall rolled her eyes and the awful looking san castle that Scott tried to create for his sister so that they can both run away and move into that castle and escape from this life. Of course, they would take their wonderful mother that's taken care of them.

Scott pouted at his sister, annoyed. He then glanced off in the distance, watching the two most popular kids he knows, Lydia Martin and Jackson Whittemore. Jackson had always bullied Stacey, but when Scott found out he grew angry, the five-year-old had made things better for Stacey but worse for him. Jackson now bullies Scott.

"Hello," another shy kid that had a weird haircut and brown cute eyes looked over at the McCall twins.

"Hello!" Stacey McCall said, perking up a bit at the new kid she hasn't seen before. "Hey, can you tell me if this looks like a sand castle to you?" The five-year-old girl gestured towards the castle, which ganged Scott's attention and looked down at his castle sadly. He wished his sister would accept their castle.

Stiles, the boy, looked at the castle. He begins to grow even more nervous around the pretty girl in front of him, he's never talked to a pretty girl before. "Uh... no," Stiles stated making Scott, the boy he had never met before get upset. Stiles just wanted to get along with the girl.

"You two have no imagination," the young boy sighed, rolling his eyes. "Mum always says imagination is key to life."

"And guess what?" Stacey gasped dramatically. "Money grows on trees!"

Scott's eyes widened excitedly. "Really!?" Scott asked his sister and Stacey giggled, which sounded like music in Stiles' ears.

"No, stupid." Stacey shakes her head, she turned her attention to the unknown boy. "What's your name? I'm Stacey McCall and this is my stupid twin brother Scott McCall."

"I'm Stiles," Stiles smiled nervously and sat down next to Stacey on the sandpit, feeling accepted by the two friends.

"That's such a cool name!" Stacey smiled dramatically.

"Thanks!" Stiles grinned at the brunette. Usually, people would scrunch their noses and ask 'why would parents name a child like that?', Stiles knew it was a nickname to his real name because he couldn't pronounce it. So it felt nice knowing that a pretty girl thought his name was cool.

"I'm not stupid." Scott shakes his head, pouting. "I'm just not as smart as you."

"You just pretty much admitted that you are stupid."

Now that Stacey, Scott, and Stiles are going into high school in a few weeks, after growing up together, they finally move onto high school and for most teenagers, high school was pretty boring, tortuous, long hard working, years. But for some people like Stacey McCall, Scott McCall, and Stiles Stilinski; their high school was by far the most interesting, toxic, supernatural, years of their lives.

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STACEY'S POV

I hopped off the bike and we were at school, Scott laughed at something I had just said and I stuck my tongue out at him. Scott locked away the bike. We were cut off by the biggest jock in the world, Jackson Whittemore.

Me and Scott both have a hatred for him.

Ya either wanna be like Jackson, or ya hate him. We hate him.

I linked my lips nervously as Jackson climbs out of his Porsche. He likes to show it off, I wanna egg it.

Jackson climbed out of his car and looked at me and Scott, up and down like we were nothing. I hate his guts. Jackson had opened the door on Scott, which made me glare at him.

"Dude, watch the paint job." Jackson smirked. I wanna wipe that smirk away.

"Yo, Jackson, let's go, bro." One of his friends called out, Jackson looked at me briefly, he knew I was glaring. Scott stepped in front of me protectively, which I didn't need. I scoffed as Jackson left.

"Just ignore him, Scott." I murmur to Scott, who watched him leave. "There's Stiles, let's go."

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"Okay, let's see this thing." Stiles told him and Scott lifted up his t-shirt. There was a big bandage on his hip, where the bite mark had been covered. I cringed. "Oh!"

"Yeah. Woah!" Scott moved away so that Stiles couldn't touch it. "It was too dark to see my much, but I'm pretty sure it was a wolf,"

"A wolf bit you?" Stiles asked as we wander towards the school.

"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait." I stopped them, and they turned to me. "You went body hunting and you didn't ask me to come?"

"Well... you were sleeping, we didn't want to wake you." Scott raised an eyebrow at Stiles, and I frowned.

"Whatever, wake me next time, okay?" I asked with a laugh, of course, I miss all the cool things that happen.

"Uh-huh," Scott continued from before.

"No, not a chance." Stiles denied.

"I heard a wolf howling," Scott told him.

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

"What do you mean 'no I didn't'? How do you know what I've heard?" Scott asked. I shake my head.

"Because California doesn't have wolves, okay?" Stiles explained.

"Not in like 60 years." I add, and we stop in the front of the school, standing near the steps.

"Really?" Scott asked, a little shocked.

"Yes, really," Stiles rolled his eyes. "There are no wolves in California."

"All right, if you don't believe me about the wolf, then your definitely not going to believe when I tell you... I found the body," Scott announced, and I widen my eyes.

Stiles did a little jump of excitement. "Are you kidding me?" Stiles spoke, a little too excited, grinning.

"No, guys, I wish. I'm going to have nightmares for a month." Scott probably wasn't kidding on that one.

"Oh, god, that's freakin awesome!" Stiles cheered. "I mean that's the best thing that's happened to this town since the birth of Lydia Martin, hey, Lydia," Lydia Martin seemed to walk by, and I hate her as much as I hate Jackson. Stiles is head over heels for her, but I'm head over heels for him. I hate that he gives her so much attention. "You look like your gonna ignore me."

"Stiles, you deserve better." I told him honestly, he should find a girl that actually knows he exists.

"You're the cause of this, you know?" Stiles turned to Scott, ignoring what I said and my shoulders dropped. "Dragging me down to your nerd depths." The bell rings. "I'm a nerd by association. I've been scarlet nerded by you."

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"As you all know, there indeed was a body found in the woods last night." I sit in front of Stiles, and beside Scott during English as our teacher spoke. He bores me. I gave Scott a look, before turning back to the front. "And I am sure your eager little minds are coming with various macabre scenarios s to what happened. But I am here to tell you that the police have a suspect in custody, which means you can give your undivided attention to the syllabus which is on your desk outline for this semester."

There was a collective of groans, and I turned to Stiles who shrugged, he clearly didn't know who the suspect was.

I turned to my paper, and licked my lips, looking at the paper. I saw Scott looking around the room, but I ignored him, he probably lost something.

"Class." I looked up, and there was a girl standing there, with the vice principal. The girl was pretty, for sure, she had brown curly hair and deep dark brown eyes. She looked down, clearly shy. "This is our new student, Allison Argent. Please do your best to make her feel welcomed."

I smiled at her as she walked past me, poor girl. She sat down behind my brother, and beside Stiles. I sighed and paid attention to my work.

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"Can someone tell me how the new girl is here all of five minutes and she's already hanging out with Lydia's clique?" I asked, looking down the hallway as I lean against my locker looking over at Allison who was hanging out with Lydia and Jackson.

Come on.

I was actually gonna try to be friends with this girl, but I don't wanna get sucked in with all that drama.

Scott was leaning against his locker, looking over at the new girl- Allison, like she was the world. Which was cute, Scott had a crush on the new girl.

"Because she's hot." Stiles pointed out, and I frowned. I'm not hot? "Beautiful people heard together."

"So you're saying that I'm not hot?" I teased, and Sitles' eyes widen.

"No- um, you're definitely, uh, that's not what I'm trying to say, Stacey," Stiles stuttered, making me roll my eyes, and the bell soon rings. It was lunch, and Scott had lacrosse tryouts.

"Scott?" I called, waving a hand in front of his face, and Scott blinks a few times. "You have tryouts, remember?"

"Oh, yeah." Scott mumbled.

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"But if you play, I'll have no one to talk to on the bench." Stiles complained as Scott, he, and I entered the field, they were in their lacrosse gear. "Are you really gonna do that to your best friend?"

"I'm here." I mumble, but Stiles ignored me once again.

"I can't sit out on again. My whole life is sitting on the sidelines." Scott dumps his bags beside the bench, and I watched it fall to the ground. "This season, I make the first line." Scott puts the lacrosse stick on his shoulder and goes out to the field.

I looked up to see Lydia and Allison themselves sitting on the bench, Allison waved to Scott and Scott waved to Allison. Oh no.

I sit down beside Stiles and sighed. "Do you think Scott will actually make it?" Stiles mumbled to me, sitting down beside me. I smiled at Stiles.

"Yeah, I know he will."

The whistle then blew loudly. One of the lacrosse players through the ball, and hit the goalie right into the helmet. The goalie fell into the net, making everyone laugh. I cringed, and looked at Stiles who looked back at me.

"Hey, way to catch with your face, McCall!" Greenberg yelled. Scott sat up, looking at everyone who was laughing at him. I glared at at Greenberg.

Scott then stood up and rolled back his shoulders again, and the ball was chucked to the lacrosse player at the front of the line.

The player through the ball and McCall caught it which surprised everyone.

"Yeah!" Stiles yelled, and I jumped up in excitement, grinning.

The next player through the ball and Scott caught the ball. He caught the ball! Each ball that someone through, Scott caught.

Then, someone, which looked like Jackson pushed himself to the front. Scott's grin faded. Jackson then ran, and through the ball hard, and Scott l still caught.

I jumped up cheering, much like Stiles did down on the benches. "That's my friend!" Stiles yelled, and I cheered loudly too.

"That's my brother!"

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