She walks around, hoping that she seems completely normal to everyone around her. With the look of anxiety on her face, her mundane-ness seems to diminish by the second.

Though going to a new school, meeting strangers and trying to adjust does make one quite anxious.

Who's to say what is and what isn't normal? It's subjective, something she ponders on occasionally.

Beacon Hills High School, located in Beacon Hills, California. She had moved to this town for a purpose she still doubts the justifiability of. A feeling of mistake has buried itself in her gut, she still hasn't come to terms with it.

She feels the stares and whispers of everyone leaning on their lockers, bore holes in her mind. She would have confronted them maybe even threaten them, she's experienced in that area, but decides to shrug it off.

They aren't part of her agenda anyways.

Propping her shoulders back straight and taking in a sharp breath, she locates the locker #1002. Her eyes spot it not too far away then she hastens to it, not wanting anyone to interact with her unnecessarily-

"Sorry, I think you've got the wrong locker."

She turns to her left, eyes widened at the sudden voice targeted towards her. It was a girl, assumingly the same age as her, with strawberry-blonde hair and green eyes.

"What?" She asks and the girl smiles slightly, moving closer to show her the number engraved into the metal door.

"See? It's number 1020. Your locker will probably be a little down that way," She helps then puts her hand out in front of her, "I'm Lydia Martin, I don't think I've seen you here before."

"Um... Y-Yeah, I'm a new student here," She stutters and runs a hand through her dark brown hair, "I'm Joscelyn Peterson."

She doesn't want to mingle with anyone at the moment, she has other things to do. "Thanks for the help but I uh, I need to go-"

"Hey wait, you just got here. I'm sure you need some help," Lydia offers but Joscelyn shakes her head with refusal.

"N-No I'll manage thanks."

"Nonsense! I'll show you around," Lydia gestures for her new acquaintance to follow her and Joscelyn sighs.

Does she have any other options open right now? No... no she doesn't.

She follows Lydia along the main corridor, Joscelyn glances at people she passes. She doesn't want to be here but she has no choice. She just wished she hadn't agree to it.

"Hey guys!" Lydia greets to boys standing by a classroom door and they look to her with smiles.

Great, more people... exactly what I need right now, Joscelyn thinks.

"This is Joscelyn," Lydia introduces, "And this is Stiles and Scott." She points to them one by one and Joscelyn smiles forcefully.

That's Scott? No it can't be, isn't he supposed to-

"Can we call you Josie or is that... is that a bit weird?" The guy named Stiles asks and she furrows her eyebrows.

"What? Oh yeah it's... alright, call me what you like," She states flatly then starts looking around, "Well this has been fun. I better be going now, see you around!"

She sneaks away from being the centre of attention then starts walking down the corridor some again.

Joscelyn stops all of a sudden, she can't get rid of the curiosity in her mind.

She looks back over her shoulder then starts making her way back to the gang who are entering a class.

"Wait!" She exclaims, "Sorry but I have to ask, are you Scott McCall?"

He looks to his friends then nods his head, "Yeah, I am. How... how do you know that?"

Joscelyn freezes in her spot. She didn't think of an answer for that inevitable question.

"Um... My dad used to come here often. He talked to your mom who works at the uh..."

"Hospital?"

She snaps her fingers with remembrance, "Yeah hospital, as a nurse. He was doing some work there when he got injured."

Scott frowns for a moment then turns back to the classroom. "Interesting," He says, "Well we have class now so we better be going."

Joscelyn nods her head, "Yeah of course, sorry. Could you tell me where Econ is?"

Stiles smiles brightly, "We're going there right now. It's the class behind us."

She smiles nervously, "G-Great!"

*****

Lunch time brings a new set of nerves to Joscelyn, she doesn't need the excuse to socialise and get to know people she doesn't really want to know about.

She walks around the outside courtyard, tables and benches set up with students chatting and eating. To her relief, she spots the people she met in the morning, Lydia, Scott and Stiles.

Approaching them with second thoughts, Lydia notices her and waves. She scoots to one side and pats the empty area on the bench.

Stiles and Scott awkwardly stop their discussion, Joscelyn gives them a weird look.

There's silence on the table, which is internally frustrating for her though she doesn't bother breaking the tension.

"Hey Josie, I got this for you," Stiles says and hands her a green apple, "I thought you'd enjoy it."

She takes it slowly then raises her eyebrows, "Thanks Stiles um... I'll have it in a little bit."

He's being too kind to me, why? This doesn't make anything easier, Joscelyn thinks.

"Can we continue discussing the case?" Stiles asks his friends and they looks at each other oddly.

"Stiles I don't think Joscelyn would-"

"I don't think it should he a problem right?" He looks at her with a hopeful smile, "If she knows who you are she probably knows what all happens here in Beacon Hills."

There's a pause in the conversation, it's as if Stiles is looking for some support from the new girl.

"Oh yeah, I know about the weirdness and the deaths," She adds and Stiles smiles, "And I know about the case you're talking about too. Something about some animal attack? Throat ripped open, heart gone but everything else in place?"

"Yeah... that's the one," Scott mumbles, "Stiles' dad is a Sheriff so we get all the insight from him."

"You help the law enforcement?"

"More like give a different point of view," Lydia intervenes and Joscelyn looks at them with suspicion.

She hates the abnormalness of this whole deal. She can't wait to get out of here, she can't wait to get out of the clothes she's wearing. She misses her leather jackets and boots and she misses her noir eyeliner and mascara. She looks like a completely normal and innocent person right now... How much does she need to deceive people?

Joscelyn pushes her tray forward then clears her throat. "Guys I'm not really like this. I know everything about your supernatural dealings, and about you Scott and Lydia," She looks to her friends one by one while confessing, "Werewolf and Banshee."

"What?" Scott mutters.

"I've got powers too," She says, "I'm a Skin Walker-Shapeshifter sort of hybrid, anyways, a different kind than the ones you have seen before."