Speak Now ~ Teen Wolf

1: Murder Investigations

THUNK!

Stacy Ledger's head snapped over to her window. The sixteen-year-old girl peered curiously in the direction from which the sound came from.

She was in the middle of getting ready for bed, all in preparation for the first day of school tomorrow. A sophomore. Disgusting.

Stacy set down the book she was enthralled in, a brilliant Agatha Christie murder mystery, and crept over investigate. She reached the window and flinched at the loud smack of another flying projectile that collided with the window.

"That's it!" she exclaimed, flinging her curtains apart and pushing her window open. If some teenage idiots think it's funny to come and prank houses the day before school, she'd find those little rats and shove them in a locker.

"What the hell-"

Stacy's voice faltered and she groaned when she realized who was making all the racket: her best friends.

Stiles Stilinski and Scott McCall stood guiltily below. Scott was bundled up in his sweatshirt, freezing, while Stiles was preparing to throw another rock.

"Stiles! Don't you dare throw another one of those!" she threatened.

"Hey, Stace!" Stiles's face broke into a grin. "Get out here!"

"I am not going anywhere," she grumbled, pushing her caramelly blonde locks behind her ears. "It's 10:00 and we have school tomorrow!"

"What if we told you there's a body in the woods?" Stiles asked. 

Stacy rolled her eyes and addressed Scott. "You seriously let him pull you into this?"

Scott shrugged. "I know, I know."

"So will you come?" Stiles begged. Stacy pursed her lips, then smiled. "Let me get a sweatshirt."

***

Stacy curled up in the backseat of Stiles's Jeep while her two best friends talked about the most recent occurrence.

"I heard on my dad's radio that the body of a girl was found in the woods," Stiles explained, whipping down the road, going 70 in a 55. "So naturally, we're going to find it first."

"What are we planning on doing once we find it?" Stacy asked, pulling on her sweatshirt strings in boredom. "Turn it into taxidermy?"

"Yeah, that's exactly what we're going to do," Stiles snorted sarcastically. He pulled up to the chain that read: Beacon Hills Preserve. No Entry After Dark, turned off the car, and hopped out. "C'mon, guys, we don't have all night!" he exclaimed, opening the back door for Stacy.

Stacy hopped out, pulling up her hood in response to the breezy chill in the air.

"Are we seriously doing this?" Scott asked, nervously falling into place with Stacy and Stiles.

"You're the one always bitching that nothing ever happens in this town," Stiles snorts, clapping Scott on the back.

"He's right Scotty," Stacy nodded. "Why are you allergic to fun?"

"I'm not," Scott grumbled. "I was just trying to get a good night's sleep before practice tomorrow."

"Right!" Stiles laughed. "Cause... sitting on the bench is such a grueling effort."

Scott rolled his eyes, trying to keep up with Stiles and Stacy, who were racing ahead. "No, because... I'm playing this year. In fact, I'm making first line!"

"Hey! That's the spirit," Stiles grinned. "Everyone should have a dream. Even a pathetically unrealistic one."

"Hey now, Scott could have a shot at first line. He's been practicing all summer," Stacy commented.