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01
-Wolf Moon-
(season one, episode one)
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The blonde walked down the halls of Beacon Hills Highschool with her head held high. She had just passed her math test and was excited for the rest of the day. Usually she wouldn't show any excitement or happiness after simply passing a test but, this was different. She felt different. And that was gonna effect everyone around her.

She wasn't always the happiest person, especially at school. Girls would avoid her; they didn't want to be insulted... Even though it was deserved. Joey didn't insult them for fun. She did it because they had done it to other people. Those girls were to dumb headed to realize it.

This was gonna be a good year, and she vowed to it.

Then a strange boy bumped into her.

"I am so sorry! Are you okay?" He asked.

Joey patted down her now crinkled shirt and slowly looked at the boy... In the eyes.

"I'm fine. You seem a bit frantic though." It was natural for her to care for others. She always gave them more than she received in return.

The brown-eyed boy shook his head in a fast motion, "Nope, all good here. Mhm, all good."

Joey narrowed her eyes at him.

"Okay well... Have fun being all good." She then walked away, still holding the same pride she had earlier.

Just a small hurdle in the day, nothing was going to effect the good mood she had. Joey continued walking and finally arrived to english. The blonde took her seat next to the window in the very back of the class. She enjoyed sitting there, no attention was put on her. Students filled the classroom and the teacher stood and waited.

•.• (Joey's Pov)

"As you all know, there was a body found in the woods last night. And I am sure your eager little minds are coming up with various macabre scenarios as to what happened."

None of the kids really cared as to what happened. I did though. Murders don't really happen around here, especially this close.

"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 outlining this semester."

Mr. Curtis finished his rant and directed us to our syllabus, which I had already read. People had shared looks when he revealed the news. How would they even have a suspect if the murder happened last night? It just doesn't feel right. Either way, it's none of my business.

The classroom door opened with a click and everybody turned their heads. There stood a brunette about 5'8. She's pretty, and she looks nervous.

"Class, this is our new student, Allison Argent. Please do your best to make her feel welcome."
The principal introduced her and left quickly.

We shared a smile and she chose the seat behind Scott McCall. Who sat in front of me. I love new students, except for the fact Lydia Martin always steals them before I get the chance to say hello.
Then, Scott turned around in his seat with a slight smile and handed the girl a pen. If this was flirting, I assume it doesn't usually work. Never the less Allison said 'thank you' and accepted it graciously.

"We'll begin Kafka's Metamorphosis, on page one thirty-three"

•.•

I always say, honesty is the best policy. Nobody likes getting lied to. So if im going to be honest... I'm nervous. Allison looks like a nice girl but, who's not nervous when introducing themselves?
I slowly walked up to the girl and planted my feet next to her.

"Hey, you're Allison I presume." I smiled sweetly at her. Trying my best not to scare her off.

She nodded kindly back at me and continued,
"I am. You're Joey right? I think I heard someone say your name earlier."

I nodded back. This was going well.

"You-" And then I was cut-off.

"That jacket is absolutely killer. Where'd you get it?" Lydia asked.

I knew this was gonna happen. It happens every time there's someone new. I'm not surprised.

"My mom was a buyer for a boutique back in San Francisco." She replied in a sweet voice.

Lydia was sweet. Not a normal sweet; the type of sweet somebody used to manipulate or to hide their true intentions. Of course, nobody ever told her off for it. Everyone was scared, even me. I had a crush on Lydia for a while back in freshman year. I think everybody likes her at some point. You just have to admit it.

"And you are my new best friend. Joey if you don't mind." Lydia practically pushed me away.

Now I was standing in the middle of the hallway. Unsure of what I was gonna do. In the distance Scott stood at his locker with the same boy that had ran into me earlier. A that moment I decided I was gonna walk over there.

"Can anybody explain how new girl is already hanging out with Lydia's clique?" The random girl asked.

"Because she's hot-" The boy said casually.

"Because she's too kind." I stressed.

The brunette and I matched eyes and stared at each other. "You're the girl I bumped into!"

I nodded, "Yeah, I'm Joey by the way."

He smiled sheepishly. "I'm Stiles."

Stiles, cute.

"There's a party this weekend at Lydia's, if you want to go i'll be there." My eyes trailed his body with a smile.

Being bold was never my thing but, who doesn't wanna try new things every once in a while.

He looked surprised anybody had invited him to a party. "Uh, yeah, i'll be there." He nodded frantically.

•.• (3rd Person)

The bleachers had several people sitting in them, one of those people being Joey. She had decided to watch lacrosse practice to talk to Allison. Something about the girl drew her in, it being she was new or the fact that the blonde wanted a new friend. Joey wasn't sure, but she had the opportunity. Joey slide into the seat next to Allison. Lydia was on the other side but she decided to ignore her for now.

"Hey, again." Allison turned to Joey with a much wider smile then she had before.

"Hey Joey! You here long?" The brunette asked.

Joey considered saying 'no' but she also wanted to talk to Stiles so...

"For a bit, how about you?"

Allison liked Joey. Of course, she knew nothing about her but, she wanted to know more. The blonde seemed genuine and she enjoyed it.

"Lydia and I are gonna stay for Jackson. You know Lydia right?" She watched Joey closely.

"I do. Known her since freshman year."

Just as Joey finished her sentence Coach Finstock assigned Scott to goal.

"Who is that?" Allison asked to no-one in particular.

"Scott McCall." Joey responded.

Coach blew the whistle to signal the start of practice and Joey noticed something. She noticed Scott's reaction to the whistle. He covered his ears like it was right next to him. The persons first in line took advantage of that and launched the ball towards the goal. Well, it hit him right in the middle of his face.

People laughed and shouted, "Hey, way to catch with your face, McCall!" She wasn't sure why people found it so funny to see him in pain.

Scott stood back up and prepared himself for the next ball. As it was thrown he caught it in his net without even moving. He caught ball after ball; even Jackson's. People went from laughing, to cheering in seconds. When did he get so good?

•.•

"It was like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball. And that's not the only weird thing."

The boys jumped across the small pond and arrived on the other side.

"I can... Hear stuff I shouldn't be able to hear. Smell things." Scott stressed.

Stiles began to question his best friend.
"Smell things? Like what?"

"Like the mint mojito gum in your pocket."

Stiles stopped walking and searched through his pocket. "I don't even have any mint mojito-"

The brunette pulled out a green stick of wrapped gum and stared at his best friend. This was getting weird and Stiles refused to believe there was a sliver of actuality in this.

"So all this started with a bite."

"What if it's like an infection, like my body's flooding with adrenaline before I go into shock or something?"

Scott was concerned, as anyone would be if they had gotten bit that night. His senses were heightened and he wasn't sure why. He couldn't explain what was going on any better to his friend. Little did Scott know somebody was starting to question his new abilities, especially when it came to lacrosse. Somebody was gonna find out sooner rather than later.

"You know what? I actually think I've heard of this- it's a specific kind of infection." Stiles let out a small sigh.

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah, I think it's called Lycanthropy."

Scott was becoming even more worried than he was before. And Stiles wasn't helping.

"What's that? Is that bad?" Scott asked with a worried tone.

Stiles held his hands on his waist in a casual style. "Oh, yeah, it's the worst. But only once a month."

The boys stared at each other, Scott, holding mainly irritation in his gaze.

"Once a month?" Stiles gave a small nod.

"On the night of the full moon."

The brunette gave a howl to set the joke further; playing into the fact he might be supernatural.
In return Scott shoved his friend.

"Hey, you're the one who heard a wolf howling."

"There could be something seriously wrong with me."

Stiles laughed, obviously not taking his friend seriously. "I know! You're a werewolf!" He then growled,

"Okay, obviously I'm kidding. But if you see me in shop class trying to melt all the silver I can find, it's 'cause Friday's a full moon. Might have to lend Joey some 'cause I tend to keep her around."

McCall drifted his eyes to the ground beneath him, looking for his prized inhaler. Seeing nothing he continued,

"No, I-I could have sworn this was it. I saw the body, the deer came running. I dropped my inhaler." Scott began searching the grass below.

"Maybe the killer moved the body." Stiles suggested.

Scott looked at his friend, "If he did, I hope he left my inhaler. Those things are like eighty bucks."

Just some feet away, Derek hale stood watching.
He was back in town after his families home burnt to the ground. That's putting it lightly.
Scott had then been alerted of his presence.

"What are you doing here? This is private property." Derek said with urgency.

One half of the duo gave an explanation,
"Uh, sorry man, we didn't know."

The other half continued, "Yeah, we were just looking for something, but... Forget it."

There was no lying here, they were scared of him.
Stiles more than Scott. An inhaler was thrown through the air into Scott's hand directly.
Then it was brought to his attention who Derek Hale was.

•.• (Joey' Pov)

Lacrosse isn't my favorite sport by far. It's one of those sports that doesn't really need to be a thing but it is. I was sat on the bleachers scanning around for other kids that I knew when my eyes landed on Stiles and Scott by the player bench. Stiles was flailing his arms around like an idiot; it seemed like he was trying to warn Scott. Something had definitely changed with him but I wasn't sure what it was. Either way, I was determined to find out.

That game had finally started and the players began to run around stupidly. The whole game was basically me watching Scott and Jackson give each other weird looks. But it was also every one seeing how good Scott had gotten overnight. It was weird. He made every shot he threw. Like clockwork. People cheered and Coach Finstock even assigned him first-line. Things we're changing and somehow I was being left behind in the dust.

•.• (3rd person)

As Joey was deciding what to wear to the party and relaxing; Stiles was doing research. Mainly on werewolves and silver. He had finally accepted the werewolf idea and was ready to support his best friend no matter what. Finally, there was a knock on his bedroom door.

"Get in." He stressed.

Scott walked inside the boys room with a bright smile. He knew things had changed, and for him, it was for the better.

"You gotta see this thing." Stiles explained.

"I've been up all night reading- websites, books. All this information-"

Scott interrupted his best friend not really listening, or caring frankly.

"How much Adderall have you had today?"

"A lot. Doesn't matter. Okay just listen-"

Another interruption was thrown in, "Oh, is this about the body? Did they find out who did it?"

The newly turned werewolf took a seat on his best friend's bed, ready to finally listen, hopefully.

"No, They're still questioning people, even Derek Hale."

"Oh, the guy in the woods that we saw the other day."

Stiles waved his arms around in a panic, "yeah! Yes, that's not it okay?"

If anything; Scott didn't actually believe he was a werewolf, but he might believe now.

"What, then?" He asked.

Stiles paused, "Remember the joke from the other day? Not a joke anymore,"

His friend stared at him blankly. Oh god.

"The wolf- the bite in the woods. I started thinking about the party and got distracted and did all this research, reading- Do you even know why a wolf howls?"

Another blank stare and shake of the head.

"It's a signal, okay? When a woods alone, it howls to signal its location to the rest of the pack. So if you heard a wolf howling, that means others could have been nearby. Maybe even a whole pack of 'em." Stiles ranted.

His eyes widened, "A whole pack of wolves?"

The brunettes posture slimmed at his response.

"No... Werewolves."

He knew that sentence would cause tension. Mainly because nobody would believe that. Stiles was starting to believe and hoped his friend would support the idea, but there was an aggressive demeanor that shattered that hope.

"Are you seriously wasting my time with this? You know im picking up Allison in an hour, and your supposed to be getting ready to see Joey."

Scott proceeded to grab his bag and try to rave but Stiles stopped him. "I saw you on the field today, Scott, and im pretty sure Joey saw it too. Okay? what you did wasn't just amazing, alright? It was impossible."

"Yeah, so I made a good shot."

Frustration filled Stiles more than ever. He wasn't going to let this go.

"No, you made an incredible shot, I mean... The way you moved, your speed, your reflexes. People can't just just suddenly do that overnight. And there's the vision and the senses, and don't even think I don't notice you don't need your inhaler anymore." He continued to push and push further.

Scott began to build anger and it was showing,
"Okay! Dude, I can't think about this right now. We'll talk tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?! What? No! The full moons tonight. Don't you get it?" He felt ignored more than anything.

"What are you trying to do? I just made first line. I got a date with a girl who I can't believe wants to go out with me, and everything in my life is somehow perfect. Why are you trying to ruin it?"

"I'm trying to help." He simply said in return,

"You're cursed Scott. You know, and it's not just the moon will cause you to physically change. It also happens to be when your bloodlust will be at its peak."

Scott gave in, "Bloodlust?"

"Yeah, your urge to kill."

"Im already starting to feel an urge to kill Stiles."

In that moment Stiles grabbed the nearest book he had left open to a page on Lycanthropy and read, "You gotta hear this. The change can be caused by anger or anything that raises your pulse. Alright? I haven't seen anyway raise your pulse like Allison does. You gotta cancel this date."

Stiles jumped towards his friends phone; the next thing he knew he was being thrown against the wall roughly.

"Give it too me!" Yelled Scott with his fist raised in the air.

The desk chair was thrown across the room; the anger Scott had been building up was finally being let out. And not in a good way.

"I'm sorry."

A few more words were exchanged before Stiles' best friend had left the room filled with guilt. Claw marks were dug into his chair and the once excited atmosphere was now dim.

Stiles was gonna help his friend, and he vowed to it.

•.• (Joey's Pov)

Music was blasting in my ears from all corners. It seemed a bit dramatic but i've also never really liked going to parties so, I don't know.

"Joey!"

I turned my whole body around to see the one and only, Stiles.

"Hey! You made it!" I yelled through the crowded hallway.

Stiles wore a purple colored shirt with a tie to compliment it. It seemed to fit his personality

"I tried my best with the whole, outfit thing." The brunette gestured to his outfit and smiled sheepishly.

I chuckled at his comment and replied,
"It's good. I like purple."

"Oh, it works perfectly then. Are you thirsty? I can get us something to drink." He offered.

Stiles shifted his weight from one foot to the other nervously. "If you wouldn't mind."

His face lit up, "Not at all, Joey. I'll be back."

•.• (3rd Person)

It had been a solid five minutes without another word from Stiles. The blonde was starting to get nervous, maybe he had left her. He didn't seem like the type of boy to do that but then again, it's happened before. After another five minutes Joey tightened her bag around her shoulder and exited the Martin home. He wasn't worth her time.

Meanwhile,

Stiles was knocking on Scott's door with guilt flooding his mind. He felt horrible for leaving Joey all alone with no explanation. But, his best friend came before anything; including a girl he had a newly formed crush on.

"Scott, it's me."

The werewolf gently cracked the door open in response.

"Let me in, Scott. I can help."

"No! Listen, you gotta find Allison." Scott said in a worried and hushed tone.

"She's fine, alright? I saw her get a ride from the party. She's totally fine." He tried to calm Scott but was failing.

"No, I think I know who it is."

Stiles pushed on the bedroom door with frustration. "Just let me in."

Obviously Scott wasn't getting his point across.

"It's Derek. Derek Hale is the werewolf. He's the one who bit me. He's the one that killed the girl in the woods."

A nervous tension filled the air, unlike any other.

"Scott... Derek's the one who drove Allison from the party."

The door was shut with a slam and locked. Scott was determined to bring Allison to safety, and nothing was gonna stop him.

"Scott!"

The werewolf jumped through his bedroom window landing on a soft blanket of grass. This was gonna be a long night.

•.•

Stiles stood next to Joey's bike. He was nervous for her reaction when she arrived. He had to apologize, but it was gonna be difficult.

"Hermione Granger, what are you doing here?"

"Very funny; time traveling reference. I rehearsed this like a billion times, just so you know."

Joey stared at the boy with her eyebrows raised.

"Rehearsed what?"

The boy cleared his throat and continued,
"I am, so, sorry for leaving you. Scott was literally about to puke everywhere and I didn't have enough time to say goodbye. That's not an excuse, seriously. I apologize."

The blonde thought for a few moments before responding. "I forgive you."

The once awkward atmosphere was now gone. Stiles smiled brightly and punched the air. He was gonna be the end of her.

"Really? Thank you! Now, can we be official friends? I think we both deserve that much."

"Sure. Just promise not to text me all the time."

"Yeah, of course!"

The two exchanged numbers and went on with their day. Stiles made his way to his Jeep. And Joey got on her bike. I guess after all, this was gonna be a good year.

[Authors Note]
This chapter took me 3 days. AHHHHH 😮‍💨 anyway...