Love. Be Afraid.

One | Wolf Moon

Taylor

It was my first day at Beacon Hills High School, and to say I was nervous is an understatement. I was terrified. I was sitting in the car with my mother preparing to enter the school that contains my greatest fears.

"You are worrying for nothing, sweet heart." My mother encouraged, I exhaled as I began to search in my bag for all my supplies. I noticed I didn't have a pen.

"Oh my god this cannot be happening right now!" I sighed.

"What's wrong?"

"I can't find a pen."

"Well you're gonna have to ask someone for one." She was being no help at all. The last thing I wanted to do on my first day is ask someone for a pen.

"Alright, I have to go or else I'll be even more late. I'll see you at home mom." Opening the car door I waved goodbye to my mom. My day could not get any worse. I'm already late on my first day, what's next?

I walked into the building and my way to the principles office. I was greeted by a man.

"May I help you?"

"Yes please, my name is Taylor Grey. I'm new here." I smiled politely.

"Ms. Grey, good to meet you. My name is principle Thomas. I'm going to go print your schedule, I'll be right back." The man, whose name I just learned, nodded towards me.

I waited patiently when Principal Thomas came back my schedule. Afterwards we both exited the office together to my first class which happened to be Economics. The further we inched towards the classroom the more nervous I began to get, I could feel the palms of my hands growning moist along with the huge lump present in my throat. Principal Thomas opens the door to the classroom, allowing me to enter first then he files in shortly afterward.

"Students, listen up." He clears his throat, making his voice presentable ready before going on. "This is our newest student, Taylor Grey. Be sure to treat her kindly, and help her out on her first day."

As I scanned the room for an empty seat, I noticed that everyone in here was looking at me. It made me very uncomfortable, so I quickly found a seat behind a Hispanic looking boy.

As I sat down, I pulled out my notebook, and remember that I didn't have a pen to take notes. I built up the little ounce of courage I could, and tapped the Hispanic boy's shoulder.

"Hey, do you have a pen I can borrow?" I asked. He turned around and handed me a black pen.

"Thanks." I smiled. He nodded his headed while a small smile danced on his gorgeous face, and turned back around face the teacher.

Scott

I felt very jittery after giving that girl a pen. I didn't remember her name, but-

"She was hot." Stiles exclaimed, interrupting my thoughts.

"Yeah." I breathed.

"You gonna ask her out?" Stiles asked.

"What? No. I don't even know her!"

"C'mon Scott, this is your chance. Or did you wanna be my date for that party tonight?"

"What party?"

"There's gonna be a party in the woods, and you need a date."

"Don't you need one too?"

Stiles smirked. "Yeah, and she's coming right now."

I turned around to see the infamous Lydia Martin, who Stiles has been in love with since third grade, walking down the hallway.

"Hey Lydia! You look like you're gonna ignore me." He said towards her, and he still didn't get a response from her.

"Really? You know she's with-" I laughed.

"Jackson, I know." He sighed.

"So, who are you gonna go with?" I asked.

"I'm gonna be the third-wheel tonight with you and the new girl."

"No you're not because she's not gonna go with me."

"You never know until you ask."

"Well, I'm not going to ask."

"Oh yes you are! Here she comes right now."

"Stiles don't!"

"Hey!" He yelled, grabbing her attention. Stiles pointed a finger at me, as she began walking towards.

"I freaking hate you Stiles. What

am I supposed to do?" I whispered to him as she became closer.

"I didn't think she'd hear me. I don't know Scott, improvise." He said, walking to a nearby water fountain.

I hadn't realized she was standing in front of me until I glanced in her direction.

"Hey, did you want that pen back or something?" She asked.

I looked at Stiles, who nodded his head.

"Uh, no, you can keep it." I stammered.

"Well?"

"What?"

"What did you want?"

"Oh, right, because I called you over here."

"Yeah." She laughed. I shot a glance at a smirking Stiles. I'm going to kill him.

"Okay, so there's this party later on tonight, and you know. You can come, with me, or not. You don't have to go with me if you don't want to-"

"No I'd actually love to go!"

"With me?"

"Yeah! What's your name?"

"Scott."

"Scott, I'm Taylor." With a cheeky smile she held out her hand for me to shake. Her hand felt soft and warm in mine, I could get used to the feeling.

After we exchanged numbers, we went our separate ways, and I saw Stiles sitting there with a goofy grin on his face.

"So, what'd she say?" He asked.

"She said yes." I said, trying to keep my smile inside.

"That's my boy!" He said, patting my shoulders as we walked to our next class.

Taylor

I was shocked yet flattered that I was asked to this party by Scott. The reason it shocked me so much is because I mean look at him, he's gorgeous. I'm pretty sure there are like a thousand females that would want to go with him, but he asked me. So far things were going at a positive pace for me at Beacon Hills, I just got invited to my first party. Now I just have to figure out how to get out of Friday game night with my parents. I only had a few minutes left to get to my next class so I sped up my pace through the hallway filled with kids until I arrived at the door of US History. Aimless seat hunting for the second time today, great I thought forcing myself through the door scanning the room for a vacant seat.

"Is this seat taken?" I asked the ginger haired female on my left side.

She looked up at me observantly and shook her head. "No your fine, sit down."

Pulling the chair back, I sat down and placed my bag on the table. "Thank you."

The silence was awkward so I just decided to take out my material and wait for class to begin. I sat with hands crossed on the table, looking at the front of the classroom. I could feel her looking at me.

"Your outfit." She finally says and I look over at her.

"Yeah?"

"It's amazing! Where did you get it?" Her enthusiasm made me smile.

"Thank you! But I got it back at this boutique in Omaha." I explained and she nods.

"Well it's very cute, and you are?" She asked.

"Taylor."

"Taylor, I'm Lydia, you are my new best friend."

"Umm, okay." I smiled hiding how confused I was.

So far everything was going well, I just hope that it continues to be a success. This experience will be interesting.