Fate

"As you all know, there indeed was a body found in the woods last night." I sit in the last row, diagonally behind Scott during English as our teacher spoke, "And I am sure your ever-eager little underdeveloped minds are coming up with various macabre scenarios to what happened. But I am here to tell you right now that the police already have a suspect in custody, which means you can give your undivided attention to the syllabus outline which is on your desk"

There was a collective of groans, as I hear someone's cell phone ring. Glancing about to see no else reacting to it, I then hear Allison's voice talking. Turning to the source, sitting outside on the guardrail. She's dressed in dark blue jeans with designer tan boots and a handmade 1 of a kind tan coloured jacket. The daughter of a stylist, I would expect no less. It's no wonder Lydia made her part of her clique in less than 10 seconds.

Rummaging through her bag looking for something. Allison Argent, 'The little Huntress'. Scott's first girlfriend and first love who was completely out of his league and also part of a Hunter family which made them Beacon Hill's version of Romeo and Juliet. She was pretty that's for sure as I recall her European features, with brown curly hair, deep dark brown eyes and two cute dimples that are illegal and dangerous to any man's heart.

Long story short, I was kind of the reason she died. I didn't do it on purpose. Trust me, I was possessed at the time. Honest. Scott never really forgave me for that, deep down, I know it ate at him. Even after he got married later, his first daughter was named after Allison. I always felt bad for his wife, it's not a fair competition when the person you are fighting in love is dead.

Tuning in my focus to her voice, she complains to her mom with an accent that's a mixture of british and American, "Mom, three calls in my first day, is a little over doing it…..Yeah, everything except a pen. Oh mah gawd. I didn't actually bring a pen… Okay Okay I got to go. Love ya"

So that's how Scott knew to offer her a pen on her first day. Smooth usage of wolfy powers my guy. She then hangs up as the principal comes over, apologising for make her wait for a while. I follow the two's small talk as they make their way through the entrance.

"So you were saying... San Francisco is where you grew up?" He asks her

"No, but we lived the for more than a year, which is unusual for my family."

"Well, hopefully Beacon Hills will be your last stop for a while." The principal says as they neared the classroom door.

"Class!" The principal, who's looking quite dapper today dressed in a full suit, with a polka dot tie that suits his darker skin tone, announces "This is our new student, Allison Argent. Please do your best to make her feel welcomed."

I turn to Scott, whose eyes haven't left her since the moment she stepped into the room. His jaw is halfway to the china right now. C'mon dude, at least pretend to have some game. Taking a pen out from my case, I slide it over to him.

'Dude, what's this for?' He asks with his eyes. I shrug it off, let's see if the little one can work out what to do. Allison makes her way over to the empty seat beside me directly behind Scott, as I flash the new girl a smile. Scott looks at me as I urge him to turn around. Slowly he does so pen in hand as he offers to her awkwardly not saying a word. She looks confused at first crinkling her brows before understanding what his gesture means, "Thanks" she says softly with a bright smile as she takes the pen is handed over. She is totally tying to figure out how he knew she needed one, as I find it hilarious watching her dumbfounded expression and Scott's totally 'I'm the man' smug look.

Scott owes me one for setting them up this time around. I know Chris never wanted his daughter near anyone of this supernatural crap. I think I owe it to him by helping to keep her oblivious of all this Hunting business, he has saved my butt on numerous occasions. He even forgave me for killing his baby girl (again! I didn't do it but was responsible). The least I can do with this second chance was keep her safe. If I keep the lovebirds on the side-lines distracted with each other I might be able to give them a chance, at living out their lives together.

The morning breezes by, it was so…. URGH! I remember the High School curriculum being easy … but it's embarrassingly so. No wonder Lydia with her 170 IQ, didn't care much for class. Back then I was pretty smart myself even while medicated for non-existent 'ADHD' but with a lifetime of experience this is so …boring

Thankfully the bell rings saving me from the tedium. Scott and I head to our lockers, His debating whether to go up to her and introduce himself. I can't help but find it cute, the way his giving her puppy eyes. Lydia then walks up to her and kind of introduces herself, "Hey that jacket is absolutely killer. Where'd you get it?"

Stunned for a moment, she responds "My mom was a buyer for a boutique back in San Francisco"

"Aaaand you are my new best friend" Lydia immediately says as if it's the natural thing to do. Once Lydia made her mind up, there's really nothing you can do beside accept the state of affairs.

"Can somebody tell me how "New Girl" is here all of five minutes and she's already hanging out with Lydia Martin?" random female side character asks us

"Because she's hot." I say as if it's obvious, "Beautiful people they herd together"

Jackson then pop's up behind Lydia, "Hey Babe" he greets, before proceeding to kiss her. I know his not into girls but seeing him make out with my wife, is more than a little upsetting.

"Stiles? Are you okay dude" Scott ask

"Yeah, Yeah. Why?"

"Well it looks like you are going to murder someone, the way you are staring at Jackson"

"Well. Maybe but not yet" I say playfully before chanting *I'rektAil*.

Let's just say that this spell's job makes someone's soldier, unable to be ready for battle. Sorry Jackson, you going to be suffering from performance anxiety for a little bit. If my magic was a bit stronger, I'd have done much worse. One's magic power is decided at birth and then grows as you age. My mana pool is as big as an original but learning to control it is going to be tough (it took me 60 years in my first go around) so while I now have a head start as I underwent transition much earlier than in my past life, for now I can only basic or intermediate spells.

"So this weekend, there's a party" I hear Lydia say

"A party?" Allison asks

"Yeah-Friday night. You should come" Jackson urges. The infamous party that is on a full moon, the one Scott insisted on going the first time around, the one where Derek (We will get to him and Miguel later) took Allison home and Scott was shot by her dad in the woods.

"Uhhh I can't." Allison responds, "It's family night. Thanks for asking" she says genuinely appreciative of the offer.

"You sure? I mean everyone is going after the scrimmage" Jackson responds.

"You mean like…. Football?" Allision asks

Oh! Wait for it, here comes Jackson's favourite line!

"Football's a joke are you kidding?" Yup, I don't know how I never saw it before in my first life. It's quite obvious now at the second bite of the cherry.

He continues to brag much like a rich frat boy whose blissfully unaware of how his perceived, "The sport round here is Lacrosse, we've won the state championship for the last three years" He says leaning against the metallic lockers like a right douche while Lydia fixes his hair.

"Yeah.. Thanks to a certain team captain" Lydia flatters his massive ego. I know she's my wife and all but god dammit she was really annoying when we younger.

"There will be practice in a few minutes" Jackson says, before Allison can even respond, Lydia takes the lead and heads off, "Perfect, she'll come".

And with that they turn around and pull her in the direction of the field as they walk away. I say walk but its more like a strut.

Scott and I then make our way to the boy's locker room, to get changed for practice. I totally forgot how much a right obsession Scott had with making the team and 'fitting in'. He was definitely going through an Identity crisis back then. Anyway without his wolfy powers he won't be able to impress on the field but the least I can do is save him from embarrassment.

Magic, it sure comes in handy. Right, Alex Russo?