Both surprisingly and thankfully, Winnie's arrival to Beacon Hills High wasn't a major impact on the students.

Apparently, a girl had been running around the woods naked for two days.

And Winnie thought the murder on the night she arrived was the strangest event. Clearly, Lydia Martin proved her wrong.

Speaking of, the strawberry blonde who was nine pounds thinner, came into Winnie's European Studies class.

The few curious eyes on Winnie shifted to Lydia, who looked perpetually terrified for only a minute.

Lydia took in a breath, bringing on a facade as she walked back towards Winnie. In a dress and heels with a brown leather jacket over, she set her things on the desk next to the new student. It took her at least three looks to realize she didn't know who was next to her. "Who are you?"

Winnie was slightly startled by her tone, "Uh, I'm Winnie. I'm new."

"Winnie?" Lydia asked with soft judgement, "Like Winnie the Pooh?"

She kept a flat tone, "Yeah."

Lydia hesitated, not used to someone not letting her rule. She clicked her tongue, opening her textbook. "Where are you from, Winnie?"

"Colorado. About and hour outside of Denver."

Lydia looked down, double taking at her shoes. "Is that where you got those because they are the most killer shoes I've ever seen."

"Oh," Winnie moved her foot, looking at her black velveteen platform booties. "No, they're from Shanghai. My dad bought them for me on a business trip."

"Wow." She had an impressed tone, "They're quality."

"Thanks." Winnie leaned back in her seat, flipping a pink ink pen between her fingers.

"How long have you been here?" Lydia quietly asked, class beginning.

"I got here last night," she replied softly, copying down notes that their teacher was writing out on the chalkboard.

"What are you here for?"

"Dad's job," Winnie whispered, their conversation dropping until the end of class. When Winnie was ready to leave, Lydia took her attention again.

"Are you a junior?"

"No, sophomore." Winnie left the room with her, walking side by side.

"Me too." She took another look at Winnie. "Do you want to sit with me at lunch?"

Winnie didn't want to turn into Cady from Mean Girls and eat lunch in the bathroom, so she accepted despite the fact this girl went stark in the woods. "Sure, I just need to switch out some of my books."

"I, uh, I have to talk to Jackson so i'll meet you in a minute," Lydia said, her eyes on a boy in a douchy sweater with cheekbones carved from marble.

"Alright, I'm just down here." Winnie had already lost Lydia to the kid who knew he was attractive. "Yeah, okay." She lightly shook her head, having to look to the code on her schedule to find it.

Down the hall, Lydia seemed to be struggling to talk sense into Jackson.

Winnie halfly watched, glancing towards the pair as she put away the new books she'd received over her first few classes.

Jackson stopped, his back to Lydia. He smirked, saying one more thing before walking off.

Lydia cleared her throat, slowly coming up to Winnie as she shut her locker door.

"Everything okay?" Winnie asked, not mentioning she'd caught Jackson checking her out as he passed.

"Never better," Lydia lied, giving a false smile. "Let's go. You can meet Allison."

"Why are you being nice to me?" Winnie asked after a minute, following the redhead to the cafeteria.

"Because, you're new and being new sucks," she said, giving a soft shrug. "Plus you have an incredible fashion taste, so that makes it even better." Moving through the crowded room, they came across a table with a stunning brunette and a boy in plaid. "Allison, congrats. You're no longer the new girl."

Allison, across from buzz cut boy, looked up and smiled. "Hi."

"Hey." Winnie took the seat at the head of the table, between buzz cut and Allison with Lydia by the not-so-new girl. "I'm Winnie."

"I'm Allison, this is Stiles."

Stiles lifted a hand in greeting, "Welcome to our shitty school."

Winnie laughed a little, "Thanks, I guess."

"How's your day been so far, Winnie?" Allison asked, bringing up a conversation. She knew exactly what it was like to be the new kid so she wanted to make it easier for her.

"Not awful, I guess. I showed up when a kid was getting arrested, so that was interesting. Otherwise it's just been school." Winnie set her phone on the table and strung her bag over the back of her chair. "Does stuff like that usually happen? Kids getting arrested."

Both Allison and Stiles hesitated while Lydia was simply oblivious.

"Not really, no," Stiles said with a soft shake of his head. "My dad's sheriff and it's rare to get a teenager in for something like this."

"Something like murder?"

Softly, Stiles and Allison exchanged a glance before nodding.

"So," Lydia had no idea anything was wrong, "where's Scott?"

"Left sick." Stiles jumped in, knowing Scott was actually with Derek.

"Winnie, where're you from?"

"Colorado," Winnie said to Allison. "It's called Arvada."

Stiles lifted an eyebrow, "Like the Harry Potter curse?"

Winnie laughed, coughing on accident. "Sort of, yeah. That's honestly the first time i've heard it put like that. That's good, my brother would love that."

"You have a brother?" Lydia asked, "Is he here too?"

"No, he's in Colorado. I was the only one who came with my dad." Winnie texted Pete, telling him about what Stiles had said.

"Is he out of school or something?" Allison voice her confusion, not getting why it was only Winnie.

"Definitely no. He's sixteen, too," she replied, setting her cell back down.

"So, you're twins?"

Winnie nodded, "Indeed we are."

Stiles made a pleased noise, "Cool."

"How come he didn't come with?" Allison questioned, "It seems a little barbaric to split twins up."

"It was Dad's choice. He's not really one you can deny. Pete has lacrosse and Dad thought this would be a good experience for me."

"Lacrosse?" Stiles interest peaked, "That's our main sport here. I'm on the team and so is Scott."

"Oh good, because I know nothing about football. Lacrosse I can follow." Winnie got a light smile around, "Beacon Hills Cyclones, right? I'm pretty sure we've gone against your team before."

Stiles had been a bench warmer, so he knew last season. "What's your school in Arvada called?"

"Mallory High, home of the Titans."

Stilinski's eyes widened to the size of the moon. "That's your school?"

Allison's eyebrows furrowed, "I missed something, clearly."

"Mallory Titans took nationals last year," Lydia explained, recalling the complaining Jackson did the previous season. "When our school went against theirs when it came to regionals, we never scored a single shot."

"We had to mercy halfway into the game. The captain is like a monster."

"Jake is harmless." Winnie laughed, "But he'll be pleased to hear he has a reputation."

Stiles' eye twitch was evident to the three others. "You know him?"

"He's one of my best friends." Winnie showed Stiles her lock screen, it a photo of Winnie on Jake's shoulders at the opening game of the season.

"He's been my hero since I watched him at the game last season." Stiles quickly said, clearing his throat. "I mean from when I played against him in that game."

Winnie was trying not to smile too much, "Well, he's coming to visit over spring break along our friend Libby."

Allison cut in over Stiles nearly having a heart attack, "I think he's going to be in a good mood for a while." She looked to Winnie, 'What's your next class?"

"Uh," Winnie checked her folded schedule, "Precalc." When she looked up, the trio were all looking at her strangely. "What?"

Lydia had a near hint of jealousy in her voice, "How'd you get into a senior class?"

"I was in it at my old school. It's only a junior class at Mallory." Winnie could still tell they were all a little unsure of her level of smartness.

"Can I see?" Stiles asked, soon receiving her schedule. "Oh, you're in our chem class, and gym." He looked to Winnie, "You weren't in chem this morning were you?"

"No, I had a meeting before so I could get my schedule and talk to the counselor," she answered, another bell going off. "Is that it?"

"Unfortunately." Allison gave a nod, "I said the same thing when I started coming here."

"It was nice meeting you, Winnie," Stiles said, handing back the schedule. "Bye, guys."

"Bye, Stiles," the girls rang in accidental unison.

"So, Winnie." Allison was easily friendlier than Lydia, "You should hang out with us some time. Maybe living here won't be so hard if you have some friends."

"Sure, that sounds great. I guess i'll see you two later." Winnie gave a slightly awkward wave before parting with them. "I'm the biggest loser on the damn planet," she mumbled to herself, scanning for the precalc room she needed. Turning a corner, she wasn't watching carefully enough and collided shoulders with another body.

A blonde was clearly startled, one of her books dropping as Winnie's bag fell to the ground. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry."

"No, it's my fault. I'm still trying to find my way around this school." Winnie's bag had spilled out a few things but she made sure the other girl got her book for chemistry first.

Erica Reyes picked up the lip balm and pens, handing them to Winnie. "I should've been watching, sorry."

Winnie stuck her sketch book away, "Really, it's okay." She apologized again before moving away with fears of being late to class.

Erica, plagued with epilepsy and the side effects her medications for it gave her, crouched down, pulling a folded piece of paper that must've fallen from the new girl's bag. "Hey, you-" But she was gone. Erica glanced down to the page, lightly shrugging and taking it with her.

Dodging countless people who'd been nothing but mean to her, she made her way into her algebra class.

Erica sat down in her seat in the back of the math class, suddenly growing curious of the paper. She unfurled it, finding something so profoundly beautiful. So she kept it, and it would come back to bite Winnie in the ass.