Rhythm

Part 1

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf or it's characters. Sadly.

Xxx

You'd laughed in Stiles' face when he tried to tell you about the supernatural underbelly of Beacon Hills.

"Look," you said between breaths, still trying to ride out the wave of chuckles. "I know I'm still kind of the new girl and all, but pranks like this are a little past due."

Stiles just stared at you, one eye slightly twitching. "No, look, Y/N, I'm serious!" He waved his hands dramatically. "This town is like the place where supernatural baddies come to party. They are drawn here by this old tree and- no, you know what? Let's just simply say they are drawn here. It's even in our name. Beacon Hills....."

"So, Scott is a werewolf," you started, and the boy waved at you to quickly lower your voice, but nodded. "Along with Isaac and Liam, but he is like, the General werewolf or something."

"Ah, alpha. True alpha," he corrected with a nod and small laugh.

"And Kira is a fox spirit thing I can't pronounce, Malia is a werecoyote, and Lydia is a banshee."

He nodded vigorously, and tapped the end of his nose like he was playing a game of charades and you had guessed his word.

"And there is an old family of werewolves here, an Uncle and his nephew, who is also an alpha, what did you call them..... Evil Incarnate and Sourwolf?"

Stiles chuckled again. "Yeah, but Sourwolf is not a true alpha."

You just shook your head, moving past whatever obvious inside joke Stiles had about these two. "And you are?"

He stretched his hands against the straps of his backpack, his thumbs straining against the material. "Um. Well, uh. Nothing. I was something for a while, but that's a long story and it's moot now so.... Yeah."

You stood in silence, sharing various, unreadable looks between the two of you for several minutes before Stiles huffed and stared at the floor. "Look. Let me prove this. Is Scott down the hall at Kira's locker?"

You looked over his shoulder, seeing your two friends all the way at the end of the hall. Turning back to Stiles you nodded.

An impish grin appeared on his face as he stared at the floor and whispered, "Scott?" You saw his head perk up down the hall.

"Scott, can you hear me?"

He looked right at the back of Stiles' head.

"If you can hear me, I need you to do something to prove a point."

Scott's eyes narrowed at his friend as the warning bell rang, the halls quickly clearing as you hear Stiles' whispered request. "Show her your eyes."

Opening his eyes wide in realization, Scott looked at you with a small smile, Stiles mirroring him as you waited.

Suddenly Scott's eyes turned bright red, causing you to freeze in place, clutching your books tight to your chest.

"Believe me now?" Stiles wore a smug grin as he watched your reaction.

You turned to him, feeling your own smile beginning. "You have a lot of explaining to do."

"Come with me after school. There is a pack meeting at Der- Sourwolf's loft. You can meet everyone there. And bring gym clothes. Maybe Sourpuss might even let you train."

Xxx

You rode in the back seat of Stiles' jeep, listening to Scott tell stories about being a werewolf from the passenger seat.