Trevor was just finishing getting ready when he heard a knock at the door. He hurried to answer it and found Allison standing on the porch.
"Hey, good morning. Ready?"
"Morning. Perfect timing—I'm ready."
"Great. Let's go. It's a full day. We're starting with chemistry."
A few minutes later, Trevor was sitting in the passenger seat of Allison's car. They drove comfortably through town while a pop song played on the radio. He had no idea what it was called, but it was the kind of melody that stuck in your head whether you liked it or not.
"When we get there, I'll introduce you to my friends," Allison said. "There's Lydia—she was my first friend here. Jackson, her boyfriend and captain of the lacrosse team. Scott, who's really nice and kind of dorky… he's on the team too."
Trevor frowned slightly.
"Lacrosse?"
She laughed.
"I thought it was weird too when I first got here. But it's basically the official sport of this town."
"How curious…"
"It sounds strange, but it's fun. Maybe you should try out for the team."
Trevor gave her a doubtful look.
"We'll see."
Before they realized it, they had arrived at school. The moment Trevor stepped out of the car, he noticed something unusual. Students were whispering, forming tight groups. There was tension in the air—but he couldn't quite tell why.
He followed Allison inside.
"Welcome to Beacon Hills High," she announced dramatically.
At that exact moment, someone bumped into her from behind.
Trevor felt something vibrate inside his backpack.
The Vampire Killer reacted.
When the boy turned around, Trevor recognized him instantly.
Scott.
Allison placed a hand over her chest.
"You almost gave me a heart attack!"
"Are you okay?" Scott asked, concerned.
"I'm fine. I recover fast. Oh—Scott, this is Trevor."
Trevor caught the cue and extended his hand.
"Nice to meet you, Scott. Trevor Belmont. Allison's said nothing but good things about you."
For a brief second, Scott seemed to really look at him. Suspicion flickered in his eyes—maybe jealousy. Still, he shook Trevor's hand.
"Scott McCall. Nice to meet you."
Before the conversation could continue, the loudspeaker crackled through the hallway.
"Attention, students. This is the principal. I know you're all wondering about yesterday's incident involving one of the school buses. While the police continue their investigation, classes will proceed as normal."
The pieces clicked into place in Trevor's mind.
That explained the tension.
He knew he was in Season One… he just hadn't been sure where. Now he had a reference point.
Before he knew it, he was sitting in chemistry class.
"Class, as you may have noticed, we have a new student joining us from Romania. Mr. Belmont, would you like to introduce yourself?"
This was the part Trevor hated most.
He stood up.
"Hi. I'm Trevor Belmont. I wasn't born in Romania—I just lived there for a few years. I hope we can get to know each other… maybe even be friends."
A few quiet chuckles spread across the room. He sat back down at his lab table—alone.
But not for long.
After assigning the activity, the teacher grew visibly annoyed with Scott and the boy next to him—who Trevor immediately recognized as Stiles—whispering far too loudly.
"Stilinski. Move over there."
Stiles dropped into the seat beside Trevor.
"Well, well. The new guy."
"In the flesh."
"Stiles. So, Romania, huh?"
"Lived with my grandfather for a few years. Decided to come back."
"So you're from here?"
"Not exactly. But I figured this town would be quiet."
Stiles let out a humorless laugh.
"Yeah. About that…"
Before they could continue, a girl near the window suddenly said,
"Hey… I think they found something."
Everyone rushed to the window. Trevor couldn't hear clearly, but he caught fragments of Scott and Stiles' conversation.
"I did that, Stiles…"
Trevor kept his expression neutral.
He didn't remember every detail—but he knew Scott wasn't responsible.
After a few minutes, everyone returned to their seats and class resumed. Stiles still answered Trevor's questions, but it was obvious his mind was elsewhere.
Finally, the bell rang.
Trevor had agreed to have lunch with Allison and her friends.
In the cafeteria, tray in hand, he scanned the room until Allison raised her hand to wave him over.
As he approached, he noticed an empty seat beside Stiles and took it.
"Guys, this is Trevor—the one I told you about," Allison said.
A red-haired girl looked him up and down with a calculated half-smile.
"Lydia. Nice to meet you."
The boy beside her spoke bluntly.
"Jackson. You train?"
"Yeah. Since I was a kid."
Another boy smiled.
"Danny. Nice to meet you. You should come to lacrosse practice."
"I've never played."
Danny shrugged.
"There's always a first time."
The conversation shifted when Danny added,
"I heard it was an animal attack."
Scott and Stiles exchanged a glance.
"Maybe a cougar," Danny said.
"Or a mountain lion," Jackson added.
"A cougar is a mountain lion," Lydia corrected, making everyone look at her.
Suddenly, Stiles leaned over the table, excited.
"Guys, I figured it out!"
He showed a video on his phone—footage of the bus, the rear door crushed inward, blood smeared across the metal.
Trevor watched in silence.
The show had definitely toned that down.
The rest of the day passed quickly. Allison, Scott, Lydia, and Jackson made plans for a double date. Trevor simply observed—still positioning himself on the board.
By late afternoon, Allison dropped him off at home.
He spent the rest of the day studying and playing on his computer.
But that night, as he slept deeply…
In the woods, not far from his house—
A pair of red eyes glowed in the darkness.
Watching his window.