Opening my window slightly, I breathed in the fresh air before jumping onto my bed. I flipped open my phone, going over my to-do list for tomorrow morning. The first day of sophomore year. I sigh looking towards my closet and then towards my backpack, which was hanging on my chair near my desk. I had mixed feelings about going to school. Pros: learning, friends, getting out of the house. Cons: teachers, homework and school lunch. I never really had a problem with waking up early; I prefer to sleep in but I don't mind waking up early.

My eyes started to shut when my door was thrown open. I groaned, sitting up and seeing my twin brother Scott standing in the doorway with a bat in his hands. "Really?" He looked at me and then towards my window, putting his finger to his lips, signalling for me to be quiet. He was just wearing basketball shorts and sweat was still on his forehead. I assumed he had just finished his nighttime workout for lacrosse. He wanted to be first line this year so he was putting in a lot of effort to make it. He went towards my window, looking and listening for anything that could be out there. I heard the rustling of leaves and what sounded like movement.

I looked at Scott and got off my bed, grabbing the bat. I heard him mumble a complaint as I walked - more like tumbled - down the stairs. I turned on all the downstairs lights and looked around but I saw no one. I heard the familiar rustle of leaves again and looked back at Scott, not really sure if we should check outside or not. I mean what's the probability that it's just a cat or something not dangerous and we're totally overreacting? I sigh and open the door peering out into the night before stepping outside with Scott right beside me. With my breath held tight, I raised the bat, ready to strike someone - if there was anyone really here. The sound of leaves rustling makes me stop cold. I hold still, looking in multiple directions to see if someone was there. I hate feeling like I'm in a horror movie. I scream as a body swings down from above, hanging upside down.

I'm about to swing the bat when I recognize the silhouette of the person. "Dammit Stiles." I yell at him, swatting his head with my hand in the process. I put the bat down and looked back at him. "You just about damn near gave me a heart attack." He smiles cheekily, making me roll my eyes.

"Stiles, what the hell are you doing here?" Scott asks him, clearly as annoyed as I am.

"You didn't answer your phone." The energetic 16 year old boy responded as he continued to hang by his feet, upside down. He continues talking upside down as if this was a perfectly normal thing for a 16 year old boy to do. "I know it's late, but you gotta hear this." Both Scott and I look at each other and sigh. "I saw my dad leave 20 minutes ago. Dispatch called. They're bringing in every officer from the Beacon department and even state police." I look at Scott, seeing his interest in the conversation and then I look back to Stiles.

"What for?" Scott asks him.

"Two joggers found a body in the woods." My eyes widen as I stare dumbfounded at Stiles.

"A dead body?" Scott stupidly asks.

"Obviously dumb-ass." I roll my eyes at my brother who glares at me. I stick my tongue out at him, making him roll his eyes at me in return. Stiles reaches up to pull himself free of the trellis, and lands on his feet in front of us.

"You mean murdered?" Scott sighs, asking him.

"Nobody knows yet. Just that it was a girl, probably in her twenties." Stiles replies. I look between both of the boys.

"Wait... hold on. If they found the body, what are they looking for?" I ask Stiles.

"That's the best part. They only found half." I looked between both of the boys, not wanting to know what they were thinking. "Well what are we waiting for? Let's go." Stiles says, grabbing both our arms and dragging us towards his baby blue jeep.

"If we're actually doing this, Scott needs a shirt and I need to change into something that isn't my pajamas." I shake my head at the ambitious boys before running back inside to change into something more appropriate. I threw my hair up into a ponytail, grabbing a pair of blue jeans and a tight fitting black t-shirt. I smiled in the mirror and then grabbed a shirt from Scott's room. I threw the shirt at Scott before hopping into the back seat of Stiles' jeep. "You guys coming?" I asked, smirking.

The baby blue jeep skidded to a stop just past the heavily wooded entrance to the Beacon Hills Preserve. I jumped out of the car, biting my lip as the woods seemed to grow larger. I shook my head as Stiles got out his flashlight. Both Scott and I followed behind Stiles as he charged into the woods. I sighed, not sure if we should actually be here. "Are we actually doing this?" I ask the boys who were now both ahead of me.

"Scott's the one always bitching that nothing ever happens in this town. Besides, it's our last night of summer freedom." I laugh, nudging Scott who just glared at me.

"It's just sophomore year Stiles. It's not the end of our lives." I roll my eyes at him. It's hard to believe that he was one of my best friends.

"What happened to you? You used to be so adventurous." Stiles complained, flashing the light in my eyes.

"I'm still adventurous but if there is a murderer on the loose, I'd rather not die." I groan, closing my eyes. Scott stares at Stiles.

"She's got you there." I shrug, taking the flashlight from Stiles and going in front of him. "Just out of curiosity, which half of the body are we looking for?" Scott asks Stiles as we continue searching through the woods. Now that was a good question.

"Huh. I didn't even think about that." Stiles shrugs as he walks next to me. I chuckled, shaking my head at him.

"We're so dead." I mumbled as we continued roaming through the woods. "It's comforting to know you've planned this out with such great detail." Stiles playfully glares at me and pushes me a little.

"I know Bella. No need to point it out." I held my hands up in self defense, laughing a little. From behind me, I saw Scott lean against the tree.

"Maybe the severe asthmatic should be the one holding the flashlight." Scott barely speaks out, breathing heavily. I stop to wait for my brother and I see Stiles slow down as well, but not for Scott and I. Ahead, we can see the yellow caution tape and a gathering of floodlights. I looked at Stiles, watching a large grin spread on his face. Both Scott and I smile. Stiles' smile is contagious. Just one look and he's got you smiling just as large as he is.

All of a sudden, Stiles ducks behind a log. I lie down next to him and Scott next to me. I notice the police with their dogs, right behind us. I guess they are still looking for the other half of the body. Stiles stands up and begins running towards the flashlights and the police. We run after him, trying to keep up. "Stiles! Wait up!" I yell at him, both Scott and I still chasing after him. Stiles ignored us and continued running ahead. I could hear Scott's hard breathing as he stopped running. I looked between Stiles and Scott. Stiles was still running. I sighed and ran back to my brother. "Are you ok?" I asked him. He nodded, using his inhaler.

"You could've gone with Stiles." He told me as his breathing steadied. I shook my head.

"You're my brother." I shrugged.

Suddenly, we both heard barking and growling of dogs and saw the flashlights coming in our direction. Scott pushed himself up against the tree and I hid behind one of the other trees, trying not to get caught. That would be bad. Very bad. "Stay right there." One of the officers yelled. I closed my eyes, hoping that they hadn't seen me. The dogs continued barking.

"Hold on, hold on." A familiar voice called out. I breathed out in relief. Deputy Stilinski. "This little delinquent belongs to me." I look past the tree, seeing Deputy Stilinski glare at Stiles.

"Hey dad... how's it going?" Stiles nervously asks.

"Do you listen in on all of my phone calls?" Deputy Stilinski asks Stiles, who shrugs.

"No... Not the boring ones." Deputy Stilinski sighs, shaking his head at Stiles. Then he looked up and I ducked my head back around the tree, hoping I wasn't spotted.

"And where are your usual partners in crime?" Deputy Stilinski asks. I hear Stiles laugh.

"Who? Scott? Scott's home. Said he wanted to get a good night's sleep for the first day back at school." Stiles answered him.

"And where's Isabella? She's usually with you two as well." Deputy Stilinski asks. I hold my breath.

"Ummm... well you know Isabella. She's... she... it's her time of the month." I couldn't decide if I should be annoyed with Stiles or if I should laugh. It was a good enough cover that wouldn't get any questions asked. But what a cliche.

"Scott, Isabella. You out there?" Deputy Stilinski yells out into the woods. I look over at Scott, whose eyes are closed. I refused to get caught. It was silent for a minute before I heard a sigh. "All right, young man, I'm taking you back to your car and we're going to discuss a little something called Invasion of Privacy." Scott turned his head around the tree and peered past. The woods got darker as the lights retracted and the dogs went silent. They were gone. I sighed and walked towards Scott.

"How do we get out of here?" I ask him. He sighs, shaking his head.

"I have no idea." 

✧

We tried to get out the way we had come in but since Stiles was the one with the flashlight, it was harder to navigate. It was pitch black. We came across a fork in the path and we both paused. I look at Scott and then back to the path. "Umm... this way?" He says without much confidence. But I nod, not really having much of a choice. We start down the path when I hear a rustling in the trees. I stop moving, grabbing ahold of Scott's arm. His breath tightened and I saw him reach for his inhaler. He didn't get to get ahold of it before there was an odd rumbling. It almost sounded like running. The sound got louder as a herd of deer jumped out from the nearby trees, My eyes went wide as I screamed as the deer ran towards us. I tried to get out of the way but I was knocked over. I covered my head, not wanting to get a concussion. Then the deer were gone. "Iz? Are you ok?" I heard Scott ask me.

"Yeah, I'm alright. Are you ok?" I ask him back.

"I'm fine but I can't find my inhaler." I nodded, even though I knew he couldn't see me in the pitch black. Without a flashlight it was hard to see anything at all. Instead, I trusted my other instincts. I needed to find the inhaler. It cost mom like $100 to get it for Scott. And I wasn't about to waste mom's money. I put my hands on the ground, feeling the leaves, just trying to find his inhaler. I wish I had brought my phone, I could've used the flashlight from that. I sighed, biting my lip as I continued to feel around in the leaves. I slowly crept around and felt something. A finger? I looked up and stared closely, trying to get my eyes adjusted to the dark. The body. The other half of the body. Letting out a scream, I scooted back in the leaves, trying to get up but failing miserably. I heard Scott run up to me, him flashing his light from his phone into my eyes. I looked at him, the light not bothering me, shaking slightly.

"I saw it." He looked at me strangely before flashing his light in the direction I had been looking at earlier.

"Shit..." He mumbled as we both looked at the other half of the body.

She wasn't just split in half. She looked as if she was torn from the other half of her body. There was blood, her skin was pale, and her body was torn. It looked like she was attacked by a wolf. Scott helps me up and we stammer backwards. Unfortunately, Scott trips over his own feet and drags us both down. I let go of his hands as I tumbled over roots from a tree. I roll over, making sure to cover my head as I roll into the creek bed. It was cold and I was wet. I pushed myself up and looked around. Where is Scott? "Scott?" I shout out, as I look around. "Where are you?" I hear no reply. Groaning, I wrap my arms around myself, trying to keep myself warm. "Scott?" I ask again. I walk back up the hill and see Scott trying to get up.

"Iz? Why are you all wet?" He asks when he sees me. He takes off his jacket and wraps me in it, making me feel warmer. He pulls away and we are about to stop walking when a low growl, making us stop in our steps. It sounded like a wolf... but there are no wolves in California. I look around, seeing something crouch down. It looks like a wolf... but it can't be. Maybe a very large mountain lion. I grabbed ahold of Scott's hand and we started running. We don't get very far because the shape, the mountain lion or whatever it was, hurtles towards us, making us both fall over on our backs.

For the briefest instant there's a flash of razor-sharp teeth. Scott twists forward, crying out as he disentangles himself from the attacking animal. He grabs my hand, the two of us running faster than before. Somehow we find our way out of the forest, into the middle of the road as it starts to drizzle. Still not sure where we are, we turn around. I don't get a chance to see anything before Scott pulls me off of the road, a car swerving to miss us, its horn blaring. Scott and I look at each other, mostly shocked but also confused. "What just happened?" I ask him. But he doesn't reply as he staggers back a little. I looked down, seeing the part of his shirt that was sticking to his skin. It was covered in blood and ripped up from the bite. His breathing quickens as he grabs onto my arm. He tires to calm himself down but we both whip around, hearing a wolf howl. It almost seems to echo. The only thing is... there are no wolves in Beacon Hills.

✧

I was awake long before Scott even bothered to think about school. As I threw on a tank top and overalls (the ones that are shorts), I fixed my hair in the mirror and grabbed the rest of the supplies that I would need for school, dropping them into my backpack. I barely had time to grab a piece of toast when a car honked and I heard a thump from upstairs. I knew that she was here and that Scott had fallen out of bed. Lydia Martin. One of my closest friends since 3rd grade. I threw my backpack on and headed towards the door. "Don't be late Scotty!" I yelled up to him. Walking outside, I closed the door and smiled at Lydia. "Hey Lyd." I threw my bag in the back seat and slid into the car. She threw me a smile and then drove off. Just as she pulled away, I saw Scott running out of the house, struggling to put on a jacket and keep all his stuff in hand as he tries to get on his bike. I stifle a laugh, shaking my head at my brother as Lydia drives us. Per the first day of school tradition, she bought us coffee, and by the time we even got to school, the first bell had just rung. Lydia flipped her hair over her shoulders as she grabbed both our bags, handing me mine as she got out of the car. I rolled my eyes sarcastically as she strutted towards the school, looking for her boyfriend. Jackson Whittemore. I didn't like Jackson, not only because of the fact that he was a cliche popular boy but because of the abuse he carried out towards others. He was a bully to my brother, Stiles and even to Lydia. But Lydia was so head over heels for him that she couldn't see how bad he was for her. They used to be a really great couple until he was made captain of the lacrosse team and the popularity started to go to his head. The two of us walked side by side, people practically moving out our way. When I say our, I really just mean Lydia. Lydia is the queen bee. She's literally got it all. She has brains and beauty. Guys want her and girls want to be her. Speaking of guys that want her... just as we walked towards the doors of the school I overheard Stiles talking to my brother.

"Oh, god, that is freakin' awesome. I mean, this is seriously gonna be the best thing that's happened to this town since..." I watch as Stiles' eyes follow Lydia as she walks past him. "Since the birth of Lydia Martin. Hey, Lydia! You look..." I laugh as she walks into the school, completely ignoring Stiles. Stiles glares at me, shaking his head. "Like you're gonna ignore me..." He sighed and turned his attention back to me and Scott. "You're the cause of this, you know." Stiles accuses Scott, who just shakes his head, trying not to laugh. "Draggin' me down to your nerd depths. I'm a nerd by association. I've been Scarlet-nerded by you." I laughed as we walked into the school.

As we entered our first class (English), the three of us took near the back of the room. I could tell by the look on Stiles' face that Scott had told him everything about yesterday night. Even I was still confused. There hadn't been wolves in California in more than 60 years. Mr. Curtis immediately begins the lecture without introduction. I was barely paying attention until he started talking about the body in the woods. "As you all know, there indeed was a body found in the woods last night." I looked at Scott who sat right next to me and smiled at him and Stiles who sat behind me. Stiles winked at the two of us. "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." I smile at the boys once more before turning back to the teacher. Then the door to the classroom opened and the Vice Principal wanted in, a new student behind him.

"Class, this is our new student, Allison Argent. Please do your best to make her feel welcome." I smiled up at her and I think she saw me, giving me a small smile back. She makes her way to the back of the room and sits right behind Scott. Stiles and I both smile at her. I leaned over to her.

"Welcome to Beacon Hills. I'm Isabella." She shakes my hand and smiles at me. I look back to the front of the class but no before seeing Scott offer her one of his pens. Allison looks surprised by the gesture, but smiles at him gratefully. I give Scott a weird look, shaking my head as we both turn back to the front of the class. I saw a small blush rise on Scott's cheeks and I smirked to myself as Mr. Cutis began to talk.

"We'll begin with Kafka's Metamorphosis on page one-thirty-three."

When school ended, I made my way to my locker to put all my things away. It was the first day of school so I didn't have any homework yet. Since Lydia always gives me a ride home, I walked over to where she was and she happened to be talking to Allison. "And you are my new best friend." Lydia said. I chuckled, putting my hand over my heart.

"Ouch Lydia. I'm hurt." Lydia turned to me, smiling.

"Allison, this is my best friend Isabella McCall." I smiled at Allison.

"Yeah, we have our first period together." I said to Lydia before turning to Allison. "How was your first day of school?" I ask Allison. She smiled at me.

"It was good, I guess. First days are hard." I nod and before I get a chance to say anything, Jackson walks up to us. He puts an arm around Lydia's waist, kissing her lips softly before turning back to us. I felt Allison tense up next to me. I didn't blame her. PDA was uncomfortable when you were staring it right in the face. I had unfortunately gotten used to the constant PDA of Jackson and Lydia.

"So, this weekend, there's a party." Lydia told Allison and I. "Friday night. You should come." I nod my head, telling Lydia I'd be there.

Allison looks slightly bashful when she replies, "Uh, I can't. It's family night this Friday. Thanks for asking." Lydia and Jackson both look disappointed by this response.

"You sure? Everyone's going after the scrimmage." Jackson tells her. I watch as Allison searches for answers.

"You mean like football?" I shake my head.

"No, football is a joke here. We play lacrosse. We've won the state championship for the past three years." Lydia looks at Jackson with a loving expression as she ruffles his hair. "Because of a certain team captain..." Jackson smirks smugly at the compliment, making me roll my eyes.

"Well, we have practice in a few minutes. That is, if you don't have anywhere else..." Jackson didn't finish his sentence when Allison started to speak.

"Well, I was going to..." Lydia cut her off, smiling widely.

"Perfect! You're coming." Lydia grabs Allison by the hand and drags her to the lacrosse field, Allison and I shared a look before as we were both dragged off. As we walked off, I watched as Allison gave Scott one last look.

I watched as the team gathered on the field, seeing Stiles and Scott stagger onto the field long after the rest of the team got there. Most of the team was already warmed up for tryouts but Stiles and Scott hadn't had a chance to put their stuff down before Coach walked up to them. I knew Scott was determined to play first string this year, but he'd have to work so much harder than everyone else to do that. I watch as Coach roughly tosses a lacrosse stick with a much bigger net and a bigger helmet to Scott, who catches them after they smack him on the chest. I almost laughed, watching Coach put Scott in goal. Coach smacks Scott on the shoulder as Scott gets into goal, putting the helmet on. I gave him a thumbs up as he turned to me. But honestly, I don't think he was looking at me. I think he was looking at Allison. "Who is that?" Allison asks, looking at Scott. I smiled and looked up at her.

"That's my brother, Scott." , "Him? I'm not sure who he is." Lydia and I say at the same time. I gave Lydia a look and shook my head. She knew who my brother was. We have all known each other since 3rd grade. Allison just smiled, continuing to look at my brother. It was almost like Scott could hear us and because he was distracted, he flinched when Coach blew his whistle. Scott's reaction seems to last longer than it should, enough to the point where I am worried about it. This of course makes Scott a target for Jackson's bullying. While Scott recovers, Jackson takes a shot on goal and the ball hits Scott right in the front of his helmet with so much force that he's knocked backwards onto the ground. Coach Finstock, Jackson, and the rest of the team members immediately start laughing and making fun of him. I roll my eyes at all of them. It was like this every year.

"Hey, way to catch with your face, McCall!" Jackson yells out. I roll my eyes but look at Scott in confusion when he gets back up, seeing more ready than before. The next player tosses the ball towards him, and Scott catches it easily, to the point where all of us, his teammates and even Scott himself, are stunned. Stiles is shocked at first but then cheers happily for Scott. Everyone continues to be shocked as Scott catches the next few shots. Allison and I are both smiling and I'm even shocked to see that Lydia is also impressed.

"He seems like he's pretty good." Allison comments to me. I nod.

"Yeah, he's worked really hard for this." I watched as Scott bounced on the toes of his feet and smiled to himself. Of course this inflames Jackson as he pushes to the front of the line and Scott tenses, knowing to expect the worse. Jackson runs as fast as he can toward the goal and tosses the ball with all the force he can muster. We all watch the ball as it flies through the air and into the lacrosse stick's net. Both Stiles and I stand to our feet to cheer Scott on, much to Scott's surprise. I continued to cheer on my brother as Jackson looked around and then looked back at my brother, furious. Allison watches Scott with interest as he throws a back-shot at the assistant coach, who just barely catches it with his own stick.

✧

After practice, and after the boys showered and changed, we all got into Stiles' jeep, planning to head back to the woods where Scott and I saw the wolf. Or at least what we were claiming was a wolf. As we crossed the creek, Scott had bounced in the water getting his pants wet. I laughed and shook my head, Stiles had stepped into the water and turned back to me. I had stepped onto a rock and was trying to avoid stepping into the creek. Stiles just laughed and picked me up, moving me to the other end of the creek. I smiled at him. "Thanks." He smiled at me and walked out of the creek, walking next to me. Eventually, we caught up to Scott and he looked back at us, a large smile on his face.

"I-I don't know what it was. It was like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball. And that's not the only weird thing. I-I can hear stuff I shouldn't be able to hear. Smell things." Scott rambled as he told us the day's events.

"Smell things? What do you mean?" I ask him. He turns around and looks at Stiles.

"Like the mint mojito gum in your pocket." Stiles makes a face as though he thinks Scott is crazy. I smile at Stiles as his hand digs into his pocket.

"I don't even have any mint mojito..." Stiles stops talking when he checks the inner pocket of his jacket and finds, much to his surprise, that there is a single piece of folded-up mint mojito gum, just as Scott sensed. Both Scott and I raise our eyebrows.

"You guys are doing that twin thing again." I laughed at Stiles as I turned to Scott, seeing his eyebrows raised. Stiles shakes his head as we continue walking, Scott leading us to the body. "So all this started with the bite?" Stiles asked, a small smirk raising to his lips. Scott looks at him, concerned for his own health. I look between the two boys.

"What if it's like an infection? Like, my body's flooding with adrenaline before I go into shock or something?" Stiles looked at me, still wearing a smirk on his lips.

"You know what? I actually think I've heard of this; It's a specific kind of infection." Scott looks back at Stiles, worry starting to fill his eyes. But I just shake my head.

"Are you serious?" Scott asked. I mumbled a 'you're stupid' under my breath aimed at Stiles who just smiles at me, trying not to laugh.

"Yeah. Yeah, I think it's called lycanthropy." I roll my eyes as Scott still doesn't realize that Stiles is messing with him.

"My brother is not a werewolf, you imbecile." Both Stiles and Scott look at me, Stiles cracking a smile and Scott looking at the two of us confused. Scott just rolled his eyes and shoved Stiles, who couldn't stop giggling.

"Hey, you're the one who heard a wolf howling!" We continued walking again.

"Hey, there could be something seriously wrong with me!" Scott replied, throwing his hands up.

"I know! You're a Werewolf! Rawrrr!" I stifled a laugh, making Scott look at me and rolled his eyes. Stiles notices that Scott is annoyed and his attitude becomes serious.

"Okay, obviously I'm kidding. But, if you see me in shop class trying to melt all the silver I can find, it's 'cause Friday's a full moon." Scott stops walking and looks around, frowning when he doesn't see anything familiar where we were standing.

"No, I-I could have sworn this was it. I saw the body, the deer came running. I dropped my inhaler..." Scott answered, pointing down to the spot. Both the boys looked at me. I just shook my head, not remembering much.

"Maybe the killer moved the body?" Stiles asked, shrugging.

"If he did, I hope he left my inhaler. Those things are, like, eighty bucks." Scott is on the ground, searching for his inhaler. I walked away from the two boys, trying to find anything that struck me as familiar. But nothing felt familiar. Except for that gaze. I remember feeling like someone was watching us but I just thought I was crazy. But now I could feel it again. I turned around seeing a man in his early twenties with pale skin, black hair, a black leather jacket, and a scowl. He reminded me of someone in Twilight. And he wasn't giving me a good feeling.

"What are you doing here?" I swallowed, stepping back. I didn't respond and the man stepped forward. "Huh? This is private property." I didn't get a chance to say anything when I heard Stiles call out for me. I turned my head, seeing him walk towards me, Scott right behind him. When they see the man, Scott and Stiles both run over to me, standing protectively in front of me.

"What do you want?" Scott asks the man, but he just shakes his head and tosses something at Scott, who catches it. When I look over, I see Scott's inhaler. I look up, seeing the man walk away. "Um... All right, come on, I gotta get to work." As soon as we had walked away from the man, Stiles and Scott turned back to me.

"Are you ok?" Both of them ask me, making me break out into a smile.

"I'm fine. He's just spooky. He seemed so familiar though." Stiles nodded.

"That was Derek Hale." When Scott looks at Stiles blankly, Stiles' expression becomes incredulous. "You remember, right? He's only like a few years older than us." Stiles asks me, and I nod.

"Remember what?" Scott asks the two of us.

"His family. They all burned to death in a fire, like, ten years ago." I tell him, sighing. "I remember talking to Stiles about it after it happened. We were just kids." Scott looks both intrigued and concerned by this story.

"I wonder what he's doing back..." Scott mumbles. Stiles scoffs, and shakes his head.

"Let's go." Obviously nothing good can come from this.

After dropping Scott off at work, I slid in the front seat of Stiles' jeep and smiled at Stiles before he drove off. He took me home and I waved goodbye as I walked into my house. Mom wasn't home and I knew she wouldn't be for a while so I grabbed some food from the fridge and read a book. I guess I fell asleep because when I woke up a couple hours later, there was a blanket wrapped around me. I smiled, knowing Scott had made it home and then I fell back asleep on the couch.