As Scott walked through the crowded hallways of Beacon Hills High. He moved through the students with a bounce in his step, exchanging smiles and nods with his classmates.
"Look at you, Mr. Popular," Stiles said, slapping Scott on the back as they navigated the sea of lockers. "What happened to my timid best friend? Are you finally coming out of your shell?"
Scott chuckled, shaking his head. "What can I say? It's a new day, and I'm feeling... different, buddy. I'm ready to take on the world."
But the moment of camaraderie was short-lived. As they rounded a corner, they were met with a familiar face. Jackson Whittemore stood there, arms crossed and a smug grin plastered on his face, flanked by a couple of his friends.
"Well, well, if it isn't the dynamic duo," Jackson sneered, his eyes flicking from Scott to Stiles. "What are you two losers plotting? Another geek convention?"
Scott didn't flinch. The old Scott might have looked down, mumbled a weak retort, or even tried to laugh it off. But this Scott wasn't the same. He took a step forward, his eyes locked on Jackson's, standing just a bit too close for comfort. The tension in the air was palpable. a grin playing at the corners of his mouth. "Well Jackass. I could try explaining how I feel about your insult, but I'm not sure your one brain cell could handle it."
Jackson's cocky grin faltered for just a second, but he quickly masked it with a laugh. "Oh...! You're brave now McCall?"
Scott stepped even closer, their faces just inches apart. He locked eyes with Jackson, an intense calm washing over him. "What are you going to do about it, Jackass?" he challenged, the air thick with tension.
The question hung in the air, sharp and pointed. Jackson's bravado started to crumble under Scott's unrelenting stare. His eyes flickered nervously as he realized this wasn't the same pushover he was used to bullying. There was something new in Scott—something dangerous, something that made Jackson feel uncomfortable.
Jackson finally took a step back, scoffing, but there was no bite in his words. "Whatever, McCall. I've got better things to do than waste time with losers like you."
He turned and walked away, but Scott didn't miss the tension in Jackson's shoulders. It wasn't victory through violence, but Jackson knew now that Scott wasn't someone to mess with. Stiles, who had been standing quietly beside Scott, let out a low whistle.
"Dude, that was... epic," Stiles said, wide-eyed. "Since when do you make Jackson back down?"
Scott grinned, feeling the surge of power from the encounter. "Since now. I'm not taking crap from anyone, especially not him."
As they settled into their first class, the energy shifted back to a more mundane routine. Their teacher walked in, her demeanor serious, and Scott felt the atmosphere grow tense.
"As we all know, there was a body found last night in the woods," she began, her voice steady but grave. "And I'm sure your little minds are coming up with various scenarios about what might have happened. But I'm here to tell you that the sheriff has a suspect. So now you can put all of your attention on your studies."
Stiles's stomach twisted at the mention of the body. and Scott seemed unconcerned by what the teacher said and was lost in his thoughts.
But as quickly as the dread settled in, a voice pulled Scott from his thoughts. Just outside the classroom.
"Mom, don't you think three calls is a little overdoing it on my first day?"
Scott's eyes followed the sound, his enhanced hearing allowing him to track the girl's conversation even through the walls. As she hung up, he saw her outside the classroom window. She was beautiful—her dark hair framed her face perfectly, and her expressive eyes sparkled even from a distance.
"Everything but a pen," she muttered to herself, rifling through her bag.. "Oh my god, don't tell me I forgot a pen."
Scott couldn't help but smile. The girl was Allison, and there was something... magnetic about her. His wolf senses stirred, and he felt an inexplicable pull toward her. Before he could think too much about it, the classroom door opened, and the principal stepped in, followed by Allison.
"This is Allison Argent, a new student here at Beacon Hills High. Please do your best to welcome her."
Scott's eyes widened slightly. In this moment, all he could focus on was her presence. There was something undeniably captivating about her, something that called to him on a deeper level. He watched as she scanned the room, her eyes finally landing on the empty seat behind him.
Without thinking, Scott reached into his bag, pulling out his spare pen and holding it up toward her as she walked by. "Hey, you forgot this," he said smoothly, flashing her a confident smile.
Allison stopped, her expression softening into a grateful smile. "Wow, thanks! I guess I owe you one."
"Don't worry about it," Scott replied, his tone casual. "Just doing my part to save the day."
She laughed softly, and Scott felt a rush of warmth spread through him. There was something electric about the brief touch of her fingers as she took the pen from his hand. He leaned back in his chair, his heart racing just a little faster than usual.
As the teacher resumed the lesson, Scott stole a glance over his shoulder. Allison was already focused on taking notes, but he couldn't shake the feeling that this was the beginning of something big. Maybe it was the wolf inside him, or maybe it was just his natural confidence, but he knew—this was the girl.
Stiles nudged him with his elbow, whispering, "Dude, that was smooth. You've been taking flirting lessons behind my back or something?"
Scott smirked, keeping his eyes forward. "Maybe I'm just naturally good at it."
Stiles chuckled, clearly impressed. "Well, whatever it is, it's working. You didn't even stutter this time. Proud of you, buddy."
"Yeah, well, I'm full of surprises these days," Scott muttered, his mind drifting back to his newfound powers.
The bell rang, pulling him from his thoughts. Scott stood up, stretching his limbs, ready to embrace whatever the day held. "You ready for the next class?" he asked Stiles, who was already bustling to gather his things.
"Dude, that was only the first class? This day is going to feel like it's dragging," Stiles replied, rolling his eyes dramatically.
As they walked out of the classroom, Allison caught up with him. "Hey, Scott, right?" She approached him. "Thanks again for the pen. I really owe you one," she said, her smile as bright as before.
Scott returned the smile, and replied smoothly. "Scott McCall." feeling more at ease than he had all day. "You're welcome. Let me know if you need anything else."
"Well, Scott McCall, I'll be sure to remember that," She laughed lightly, and it sent a wave of warmth through him. "So, what's the deal with this place? I feel like I walked into a horror movie with that body in the woods and all."
Scott glanced at Stiles, who was pretending to gag dramatically, then turned back to Allison. "It can be a bit intense around here, but it's not so bad once you get used to it. Just stick with me, and I'll keep you out of trouble."
Allison raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "Oh really? You think you're up for that?"
"Absolutely," Scott said, his confidence soaring.
She smiled, and Scott felt his heart flutter. He was ready to see where this connection with Allison might lead.
"Let's go see what trouble we can get into then," she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Scott couldn't help but smile wider.