Transformed (Incomplete)

Wolf Moon, Part III

    As Stiles and I are pulling into the school parking lot, I see Scott walking on the sidewalk. Stiles wastes no time in hopping out of his Jeep and running over to him. I follow, a little slower.
    "Okay," Stiles says, bouncing on his toes in excitement. "Let's see this thing."
    Scott pulls up his shirt to reveal another bandage. Blood is already seeping through the white. Stiles lets out a tiny squeal of excitement and reaches out to poke it.
    "Whoa," Scott cringes in pain. "It was too dark to see much, but I'm pretty sure it was a wolf."
    Scott scoops up his bag and we begin walking.
    "A wolf bit you?" Stiles asks incredulously.
    "Uh-huh," Scott answers.
    "No. Not a chance," Stiles says matter-of-factly. Both Scott and I glance at him in surprise.
    "I heard a wolf howling," Scott counters.
    "No, you didn't," Stiles states. I furrow my eyebrows.
    "What do you mean 'No I didn't'? How do you know what I heard?" Scott scoffs.
    "Because California doesn't have wolves, okay?" Stiles chuckles. "Not in like sixty years."
    "Really?" Scott and I both say in unison.
    "Yes, really," Stiles looks at us and stops walking. Scott and I both stop too. "There are no wolves in California."
    "Alright," Scott says. "Well, if you don't believe me about the wolf, then you're definitely not gonna believe me when I tell you I found the body."
    "You - are you kidding me?" Stiles asks, squirming awkwardly.
    "No, man, I wish," Scott answers. "I'm gonna have nightmares for a month."
    "Oh god," Stiles says. "That is freakin' awesome. I mean, this is seriously gonna be the best thing that's happened to this town since -" Stiles stops, his eyes landing on something over my shoulder. I look and find it's actually a someone. Lydia Martin. "- since the birth of Lydia Martin," Stiles stammers.
    For as long as I can remember, Stiles has been insanely head-over-heels for Lydia. I mean, she's pretty and I guess she's an okay person, so I can kind of see where he's coming from. I also have a theory that she's secretly a genius. I've seen her test papers before, despite the fact that she plays the part of the clueless, popular girl really well. The only thing I have against her is that she's also been ignoring Stiles for as long as I can remember.
    "Hey, Lydia!" he calls. "You look -" Lydia keeps walking without so much as glancing in Stiles' direction. "- like you're going to ignore me," he finishes pathetically. He turns to Scott. "You're the cause of this, you know."
    "Uh-huh," Scott says doubtfully.
    "Dragging me down to your nerd depths. I'm a nerd by association," Stiles says. The bell rings and we start walking again. "I've been scarlet-nerded by you," he continues.
    "Uh-huh," Scott grunts again, hiding a smirk.
    "See, me and Emerson - we could be in the popular crowd," Stiles continues. "We're cool enough, yeah?"
    Stiles slings his arm over my shoulder and waggles his eyebrows at Scott. I shake my head and laugh.
    "Not really, no," Scott answers as we walk into our first class.
    Scott and Stiles sit next to each other, so I sit behind Stiles. Better to distance myself from Scott and his rabies he's gotten from the non-existent wolf that bit him. That and I see my brother enough at home.
    "As you all know, there was indeed a body found in the woods last night," Mr. Curtis says, writing on the board. Scott turns and smiles at Stiles who, in turn, winks awkwardly at me. I smirk to myself. "And I am sure your eager little minds are coming up with various macabre scenarios as to what happened. 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."
    Scott gives Stiles a questioning look when Mr. Curtis mentions the supect in custody, but Stiles shrugs. People groan as they pick up their syllabi. I glance down at mine, only to glance up again in surprise as Scott jumps and looks around. He fiddles with his ear and looks confused. He turns around to look at the person on the other side of him, then me, then Stiles, who raises an eyebrow. He ignores Stiles' silent question and stares out the window. I follow his gaze and see a dark-haired girl on a bench, rifling through a bag. The vice principal walks outside and says something to her. She tucks her hair behind her ear and stands up, following him inside.
    "What are you doing?" I whisper to Scott after the girl leaves my sight.
    "Nothing," Scott shakes his head.
    A minute later, the classroom door opens and the vice principal walks in with the dark-haired girl.
    "Class, this is our new student, Allison Argent," he says. "Please do your best to make her feel welcome."
    I almost roll my eyes at how cliché that introduction was, but Allison was looking in our direction and I didn't want her to think I was rolling my eyes at her. As soon as I make eye contact with her, my stomach swirls with a tornado of feelings. I feel as though she's an old friend, someone sweet and strong at the same time, but there's the sharp sting of heartache that comes along with it. I shake my head, trying to clear the strange emotions.
    Scott stares at Allison and for a minute I wonder if he felt the same thing I did, but I look further and the realization hits me. Oh god, I think he likes her. She stands there awkwardly and then walks to the only open seat - behind Scott. I stifle a smirk. At least class will be interesting this semester. Scott snatches the pen off his desk and hands it to her. I watch, feeling like I'm missing something.
    "Thanks," she smiles. It's a genuine smile, not the one girls usually give my brother when he creeps them out.
    "We'll begin with Kafka's Metamorphosis on page 133," Mr. Curtis continues. Scott smiles triumphantly.
    The bell signaling the end of the period could not come faster.