Derek: It was still dark out when you left for the woods in the morning. Your college project for your photography class was to create a college of a nice scenic view. Although, Beacon Hills wasn't the nicest place on earth, you knew the best spot to catch the perfect view. Traveling the distance to the third top of the next hill wasn't too difficult on foot, but lugging a camera and notebook without falling seemed to be more difficult than you thought. You thought that you'd heard footsteps behind you several times but you kept going until you reached the top.
After setting down all of you equipment and taking the cover of the camera you began snapping several pictures. All of the sudden you heard footsteps again and with the camera still in front of your eyes, a figure stepped in front of it. Jumping backwards, the camera dropping to the ground you fell to the ground, glaring at the man in front of you. "What do you think you're doing?" You yelled, standing up from the ground.
"You shouldn't be out here alone." The man replied, plucking her camera off the ground. "I'm Derek, Derek Hale."
Isaac: Around ten o'clock your coach was barking orders at the team to start stretching. You'd be going against the high school from the next town over, Beacon Hills. You'd heard that a few of them were incredibly fast and you were not one that accepted defeat. The long distance run was one of your specialties and you rarely ever got anything below second. When the team arrived you weren't worried much, you knew who you were up against, and they didn't look all too threatening. The race started, two identical boys, a blonde and brunette tore ahead, you right behind them. Although they were from the same school, you noticed they kept trying to shove one another out of the way. The brunette shouted at them to stop and pointed back at you mouthing something.
As it turned out, the boys all slowed down just enough to let you pass once you were close enough to the finish line. The blonde approached you after you'd gotten the metal and returned to the bleachers. "Isaac." He stuck his hand out for you to shake. "Y/N," You replied.
Stiles: Being the new kid at school was embarrassing, especially because you were incredibly clumsy. You'd only been here for a week, yet you'd fallen-more than likely it was actually tripped- at least ten times. The teacher always ends up asking you questions that you had no idea what the answer was. After another awful day at school, you had stopped at your locker to drop your books off. You felt someone shove you closer to the locker causing you to drop all of your books on the floor. You could feel the tears coming to your eyes as you quickly picked up all of your books and left the school. The rain had let up from earlier in the day, but the ground was still incredibly wet and slippery, puddles littering the ground. Most of the students were gone, but as two rushed past you, you slipped and fell to the ground just as a jeep drove pass, splashing water over you. The jeep peeled to a stop, two guys getting out and rushing over to you. "I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" The one asked, helping you up from the ground. You nodded, whipping the wetness off of your face, not knowing if it was water or tears. "I'm Stiles. Let me take you home to make up for it."
Scott: Moving to a new house wasn't too difficult, but it was lonely to not live with both of your parents anymore. After your parents got a divorce last month, you had moved out with your mom into an apartment building inside of Beacon Hills. You still say your dad twice a week or whenever you just ended up going there, but it wasn't enough to not have your family together.
You had just grabbed the final box in the moving truck and started walking into the elevator with it when a boy rushed onto the elevator just before the doors closed. An older man stood to the left and the teenager stood to the right of you. You noticed he stood closer to you than necessary but you kept your thoughts to yourself. "Hello, you must be new here." The older man said, reaching out to take the box from you, you left him take it slowly as he held it with one hand and shook your own with another. The sunglasses over his eyes came across as a bit odd until you noticed a pole behind him. It made you wonder how he knew you didn't live here."Yeah, I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you." You greeted as the elevator stopped on your floor, the man handed you the box as you continued down the hall together talking quietly. At first you didn't notice that the other boy from the elevator was following you, but as you stopped at your apartment and he brushed up next to you, you let out a shocked gasp. Deucalion left, waving slightly back at you."You should probably stay away from him." You heard the boy say. You looked over at him with raised eyebrows as you didn't realize he was still there. "I'm Scott McCall."
