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{1} - New Kid

Everybody loves to tell me I was born an old soul

Beacon Hills.
Sounds normal enough right? Wrong. Really wrong. Extremely wrong. Beacon Hills was far from normal. Tia Stilinski discovered this after living there for fourteen years. Ever since the murders started, Tia knew something was wrong in the town. When her brother, Stiles, and his best friend Scott started acting weird Tia got even more suspicious.

Werewolves.
Kanimas.
Banshees.
Hunters.
Alphas.
Were-coyotes.
Kitsunes.
Nogitsunes.
Psychopaths.
Lots of psychopaths. Plenty of those, all in Beacon Hills. Tia didn't really like psychos. They were normally evil. She especially didn't like them when one kidnapped her Dad. That's when she figured something was definitely wrong. So of course she went to her brother to see what was really going on. He brought out a chessboard.

A chessboard.

A chessboard to explain the supernatural. Wouldn't have been the young Stilinki's first choice. But it surprisingly worked.

When Scott's ex girlfriend, Allison Argent, was killed the pack thought they would get a break from the supernatural. They thought. Key word: thought.

So when the McCall pack headed off to Mexico to save Derek Hale, Tia was left behind. Courtesy of her brother. Who at the moment was not there to take Tia to school. So she had to pitch a ride in her Dad's car. Worst part? She had to wake up early so her Dad could get to work on time. Meaning she had to watch lacrosse practice.

So there she sat on the bleachers of the lacrosse field, waiting for morning practice to start. Her eyes did a quick glance at the field looking for anything out of the ordinary. Her gaze landed at Coach Finstock giving out to Greenberg. Definitely nothing out of the ordinary. She then spotted Scott and Stiles coming out of the boys' changing room. Stiles her brother. Stiles who forgot to bring her to school.

Tia stood up, slightly aggravated, from the bleachers and jogged over to Scott and Stiles, her long blonde hair flowing out behind her.

"You told him his sister came back from the dead over a text message?" Stiles questioned Scott.

"I didn't have the money to call France." Scott shrugs innocently. Stiles then went rambling on about how the Stilinski's were too having money problems.

When Stiles had finished rambling Tia felt the need to cut in, "What exactly did I miss while you guys were gone 'camping'?" The two juniors then explained to Tia how Kate Argent came back from the dead, kidnapped Derek and buried him in a tomb of wolfsbane to make him age backwards.

"So Derek is like the new Benjamin Button?" Tia asks raising an eyebrow.

"Basically, yeah." Her brother nods.

"Where is he know?"

"At Deaton's," Stiles replies, "Lydia is there too." Tia was about to ask another question but noticed Scott staring at something on the field. She followed his line of vision to notice him staring at the goalie who happened to be saving every shot. Like literally everyshot. He was about five foot six, which was to short to be Danny. Then who the hell was it?

Stiles now noticed what the two were looking at and a look of confusion mixed with disgust began to etch its way across the pale boys skin, "Who the hell is that?" He asked, speaking what was on everyone's mind.

The question was half answered when the boy took of his helmet, a small smile on his face. Tia didnt recognize him but made a few observations. His brown hair was spiked up and tousled slightly. Tia noticed he also had eyes as blue as the ocean. Like a darker version of Nash Grier's.