chapter three
"have fun, boys"

      LUNCHTIME.

      ABSOLUTE MADNESS, IF YOU think about it. Having to pick precisely the perfect seat, because how the rest of your school career will go heavily depends on it. For instance, say you pick the table with all of the band and choir geeks — you're quite literally marked for unpopularity for the rest of the time you're at that school.

      Lynn had made that mistake at her second new school, because not a single soul would talk to her other than if they were in band or choir. It was like she was marked with the 'I'm a geek so no cool kids are allowed within five feet of me' logo.

      With a blue lunch tray gripped tightly in Lynn's hands, her eyes wondered the practically full of smelly and obnoxious teenagers. She swallowed some spit in the back of her throat, she was nervous, to say the least.

      But, a wave of relief flooded her system when her eyes landed on the familiar buzz-cut and floppy haired boys she had greeted in Chemistry.

     "Lynn! Hi!" Yelled out Stiles, who was now reaching a bit out of his seat to greet Lynn, and she let out a little contagious laugh when she saw just how excited he looked.

      Lynn was convinced, there couldn't be a terrible logo that would be stamped on her back from Stiles and Scott, right?

      So, she moved her way across the lunchroom and arrived at Stiles and Scott's table. Lynn placed down her plastic tray of food, and took a seat beside Stiles, who switched over to Scott with a wild grin written on his face.

      "You're lucky you're cute," Lynn playfully teased, shifting her elbow to joking hit Stiles' in the arm. She then peeled open her cup of oranges, and took a spoonful of the delicious fruit. "How was your weekend?"

      "Oh, you know, just great," Scott nodded repeatedly, and Lynn narrowed her eyes a bit at his reaction — almost like he was hiding something. It was a full moon last night, so he was probably trying to act as normal as possible. "You?"

      Lynn's mind fluttered back to the charming young man she had run into out in the forest, but quickly took control of her thoughts, shoving him deep into the back of her mind.

      "Uneventful," Lynn shrugged, taking another bite of her oranges.

      Lynn was startled a bit when a chair shifted right beside her, and she saw a strawberry blonde take a seat beside her. Then her eyes switched over to a dark brunette girl taking the available seat over by Scott, and Lynn flashed them both polite smiles. When the strawberry blonde girl took notice of Lynn, she let out a little gasp, a playful one, almost.

      "You're the new girl who totally back-talked Harris, right?" The girl spoke, and when Lynn peeled open her mouth to reply, she was cut off by her again. "I'm Lydia Martin. You're pretty cute, and a good style too, OMG, Allison, she should join us shopping today."

      The brunette girl, who must've been Allison by the way she replied back to the strawberry blonde — Lydia. She let out a laugh at her female best friend, and then turned over towards Lynn, extending her hand carefully.

      "I'm Allison Argent," the brunette, Allison, explained, and the two girls shook hands for a moment while Lynn flashed her a soft smile, she seemed like a sweet girl. "And yeah, Lydia, if Lynn wants to join us shopping, totally."

      For merely a second, there was a lie all ready to slip off her tongue with ease. Lynn was used to pushing people away so they never even had an opportunity to find out her secret, but for once in her life, there wasn't anything she wanted more than...

      Friends.

      "Yeah, you know what, that actually sounds like fun," Lynn smiled, first towards Allison, but then she switched over to Lydia, who let out a girly squeak.

      "Perfect! We're going there straight after school," Lydia responded, and she flicked open a little pocket mirror she had buried in her back pocket, messing around with her pink lipstick to make sure none was smudged.

      Perhaps she was going to like it here in Beacon Hills.

———

      "I smelled it on her, I swear to God, she's a werewolf, Stiles."

      Stiles stopped directly in his steps as his mouth fell ajar, and he glanced down both sides of the skin hallway before pulling Scott even closer by his shoulder. It was just about to be the beginning of lacrosse practice, but both Scott and Stiles were busy with trying to get the bestiary from Allison's grandfather, and had other things on their minds as well.

      "Are you serious? Just when I thought the new girl couldn't get any hotter," Stiles exclaimed while letting out a dramatic sigh, rubbing a hand aimlessly through his buzz-cut hair. "So, what do we do? Does she know that, well, you know, that you're one?"

      "I mean, it doesn't seem like it," Scott shrugged, but then shook his head. "I don't know, she smelled...different. Different than Issac and Erica and them."

      "What do you even mean?"

      "She smelled like Derek, and Peter," Scott explained, speaking quicker since he didn't quite have much patience left. But, realizing he sounded a bit harsh and snappy, he tried a more calm approach.

      "Maybe that means she's a born werewolf, like Derek," Stiles suggested, but the sentence sounded a bit dumb once he said it aloud. "Holy God, who the hell knows! Look, the real question is do we tell her we know, or not?"

      Through all their talking, they had managed to make it from the inside of school and onto the grassy field where lacrosse practice would begin. Most all the boys were already prepared, their sweat already seeping through their jerseys, and the lacrosse sticks gripped tightly in their palms.

      "Perhaps you boys shouldn't speak so loudly about these matters."

      Both Scott and Stiles swung on their heels once they heard Lynn's voice, and she smiled teasingly at the boys.

      Guess there was no hiding it now.

      But what harm could Scott possibly bring among her? Or her mother? For only knowing the boy a few days, Lynn could already tell that Scott is a good person, morally right, a loyal friend, she wasn't afraid of him.

      "I was wondering how long it would take for you to sniff me out," Lynn explained, and she clasped her palms onto both Scott and Stiles shoulders, pulling them into sideways hugs. "Glad to be apart of the pack, boys, although, I think you'll be fairly surprised at my leadership qualities."

     "Oh my — you're an Alpha?" Stiles gasped rather loudly, and Lynn wondered how no one — even with no werewolf hearing, how they didn't hear their daily conversations of everything supernatural.

     Lynn only smirked towards Stiles, perking both of her eyebrows up at him, but then she only giggled out. "Just joking, of course. Although, I am not your regular werewolf."

     "Care to explain?" Questioned Scott with a raised eyebrow, but Lynn merely flashed him her signature smirk.

     "That's a story for another time, Scotty," Lynn explained, but then the teenagers were interrupted when a whistle was blown a few yards away. Lynn loosened her slumped arms on the boys, and then glanced over towards a shouting coach. "Is the coach always like that?"

     "Oh, you have no freaking idea," Stiles muttered, but then his back stiffened as the coach turned on his heels, staring straight for Scott and Stiles. "Oh dear God this is not—"

     "—McCall! Bilinski! Get your lazy asses over here for practice!"

      Lynn had to bite down on her lower lip to make sure no laughs escaped her mouth, and she playfully patted both of the boys shoulders.

      "Have fun, boys."

a/n: enjoy xoxoxo