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You turned up the radio, singing along to some awful Christmas song as you drove to school. Your eyes flicked towards the mirror, catching a glimpse of your tired appearance. Your hair was done up in a messy bun and you hadn't put on very much makeup. Mornings weren't really your thing, and you were surprised you had even rolled out of bed that Monday.

You averted your eyes, but as you looked back towards the road you caught a glimpse of something that made your morning considerably brighter. You suppressed a laugh as you saw one of the twins werewolves, Aiden, standing on the side of the road and leaning over his motorcycle. It appeared to have broken down, and when you saw him kick it in frustration you knew you were right.

You grinned at the fact that that had been your doing, and it was obvious you didn't feel sorry for him. As a witch, you didn't normally just go around casting bad luck spells on people, but the twins, especially Aiden had royally pissed you off. You had been in the woods on Saturday night, casting a spell during the full moon.

It was one of the first times you had cast without the other members of your family, and it had been going quite well until Aiden and Ethan came stomping through the woods. You hadn't been surprised to see two werewolves in the forest during a full moon, but you definitely were when they came crashing into the circle you had cast.

With the circle broken and all the leftover energy needing to be directed somewhere, you cast a bad luck spell on the closest thing in sight. Since Aiden had practically fallen on top of you, that turned out to be him.

The blast of your magic had thrown him backwards and into a patch of bushes. Afterwards, you had simply risen from the ground, flashed him a smiled and collected your candles. The twins just stared at you as you walked away, and only hours later had they realized what the Latin you spoke meant.

You smiled as you drove past Aiden, hoping he had learned that pissing off a witch was never a good idea. But you would quickly find out later that vengeance wasn't always sweet.

"So are you going to homecoming with Stiles?" you asked Lydia as you walked down the hall after school.

"Wh-Stiles?" Lydia sputtered. "Y/n, there is nothing going on between me and Stiles."

You shot her a look. "Oh so that little kiss in the locker room meant nothing then?"

"He was having a panic attack," Lydia protested. "I was helping him."

"Fair enough, but you didn't actually read that thing about kissing did you?"

Lydia pursed her lips, and you could see a blush blooming across her cheeks. "You know, I almost got ritually sacrificed, so I'd prefer not to focus on things of the past."

You rolled your eyes. "Just admit you like him, Lydia. Besides, you're going to need a date for the dance and Lydia Martin doesn't go alone."

Lydia rolled her eyes. "What about you? Who are you going to go with?"

"Me?" you asked. "No one."

"Oh come on," Lydia said. "There has to be someone-"

A loud groan from down the hall cut her off, and you both looked over to see Aiden frantically messing with the lock on his locker.

"Come on, open!" he grumbled, banging his fist against it and creating a dent in the metal.

With a sound of frustration he slammed his head against the metal, causing you to look over at Lydia. She didn't seem surprised at all, and she was just staring at you in a knowing way.

"What?" you complained, giving her a look.

"Don't act like that isn't your fault," she told you.

"He broke my circle," you muttered, crossing your arms over your chest.

"You know, this is why you don't have a date yet," Lydia remarked.

"Because I don't take any crap?" you asked her.

"Because you hold grudges unforgiving enough to last through an apocalypse," Lydia told you.

You opened your mouth to defend yourself, but then you realized she had a point. You did have a bit of a temper, and sometimes your anger could cloud your judgement. That wasn't a good thing for anyone, especially not a witch.

"Well I did just move here too," you said. "But maybe I should take the spell off."

"Oh absolutely," she told you. "But you probably should have done that when he was still standing there."

You looked back down the hall, only to find that Aiden was gone. You sighed, rolling your eyes and turning back to Lydia. "Just when I decide to be nice."

"I know," Lydia told you. "But it's a good look for you. You should do it more often."

"Oh, whatever. You ready to go tutor some freshman?"

Lydia sighed. "No. But I guess we have a duty to the common people."

"Come on," you told her with a laugh as you led her into the library.

You yawned as you pushed open the doors of the school and walked out into the parking lot. You reached up to brush away a piece of hair that had toppled out of your bun long ago and checked your phone for the time. It was almost eight o'clock, which wasn't late at all, but tutoring freshman for four hours definitely took a toll on you.

You walked through the dark parking lot, noticing that there were only a couple other cars there and that one in particular had three guys leaning up against it. You couldn't see them in the dark, but you could hear them talking among themselves, and you could tell they were a little too old to be teenagers. You didn't like the vibes they were giving you, so you took extra care to walk far away from them.

No matter what you did, they still noticed you and as you walked by you could hear one guy ask "Is that her?"

You gritted your teeth, quickly getting to your car and unlocking the door. Before you could open it, however, a voice from behind you caused you to freeze. "Y/n Y/l/n."

You quickly went to open the door, but a shape came into view and snatched your wrist. Now that you could see the guy close up, you realized you recognized who it was. It was the leader of the coven you and the rest of your family had broken ties with, although now that you thought about it, those weren't quite the right words. Up and left would probably be a better choice, because that was exactly what you had done. Now it appeared that the coven wanted your family back and you were no exception.

"Let me go, Ben," you ordered.

Ben smirked. "Come on, Y/n. Witches never do well on their own. Just like a wolf needs a pack, a witch needs a coven."

"I'd rather be alone than live under you," you hissed. "You killed people."

"You think you're so perfect, huh?" Ben asked you. "I may have done what was necessary to survive, but I can't imagine that temper of yours has gained you many friends."

"You killed for power, not survival," you spat, ignoring his other words. "You never had to do any of it."

He rolled his eyes. "Always so dramatic. You and your family are coming back with me, Y/n."

"How did you even find us?" you asked him.

"Tracking spell," he told you. "Although I have to say it took a very powerful one considering you went all the way to the other end of the country. As for you, well, there's only one high school in Beacon Hills."

Your eyes flicked down to his hand, which was still catching your wrist in a death grip. You looked over your shoulder to the two other guys standing near and Ben smiled.

"Don't worry, they're not witches, but I find that two grown men against a teenage girl isn't a hard fight to win."

"I don't know," you told him with a shrug. "I'm a pretty powerful teenage girl."

In an instant, you were bringing your free hand up and uttering an incantation that sent Ben flying backwards. You dropped your bag and took off towards the school, your sneakers thumping on the cement. You could hear Ben screaming behind you, yelling for the others to grab you, and in seconds a pair of arms wrapped around you and dragged you off your feet.

You screamed as you scratched and clawed at the guy holding you, and when the other one came around to grab your legs, you kicked him in the chest.

"Get off of me!" you spat. "Get the hell off me!"

You reached up and scratched at the guy's face, trying desperately to get him to let go of you. You moved up your hands, trying to cast any spell you could think of, but the guy in front of you had a tight grip on them. With no way to focus the magic, you could just as easily cast a spell that would backfire on you.

Suddenly a deafening roar cut through the night, and you turned to see two shapes with glowing blue eyes running through the parking lot. The guy holding your hands was thrown off of you, and the one holding you dropped you in fear.

You spilled onto the asphalt, your palms scraping the rough ground as you watched the twins fight. Well, at least Ethan was fighting, but Aiden seemed to be throwing punches and missing every time. Realizing that this was your doing, you uttered the words that would break the spell on Aiden, and in no time he was landing punch after punch.

In a matter of seconds the twins had taken down the two guys, but you noticed Ben rising from the ground. You had thrown him back into a parked car, and now there was blood dripping from his head.

"You bitch," he spat as he raised his hands. "You're coming back with me. I'm going to make your life a living hell. I'm going to-"

You raised your hands, spitting out the only spell you could think of at the moment. "Es felem!"

In the blink of an eye, Ben was no longer there, and in his place stood a tiny kitten. It gave one pitiful meow, and you looked down at what you had done in shock. Aiden and Ethan looked at you. "You turned him into a cat?"

"I couldn't think of anything else," you said with a shrug, looking down at the kitten.

You leaned down and picked it up by the scruff of it's neck, and if it was possible for cats to glare, you were sure this one was. Ethan and Aiden just stared at you for a second, and then they burst out laughing. You let out a nervous laugh, setting the kitten down and scratching the back of your neck.

"Are you okay?"Aiden asked you when he stopped laughing.

Your eyes widened at his concern, and you were a little surprised that he wasn't upset about you casting a spell on him. But yet here he was, and he and his brother had just saved your life.

"I'm, uh, sorry about the spell," you told him. "Lydia tells me I hold grudges for too long."

"Oh, really?" Aiden joked with a smile. "I hadn't noticed. Let's just hope this one holds forever."

He looked back down at the kitten, and then back at you. "I kind of deserved it though."

"No you didn't," you said with a sigh. "Besides, you saved my life, so thank you."

Aiden nodded. "Don't worry about it, but, uh..."

"Yeah?" you asked as he trailed off.

"Since I did save your life and all, would you maybe wanna go out on a date with me?" he asked, looking at you with hopeful brown eyes.

You smiled. "I would love to."

"While this is beautiful and all," Ethan said from where he stood over the two unconscious guys. "What exactly do we do with them? And that?"

He pointed towards the kitten, who had now fallen asleep on the asphalt. You smiled, thinking that Ben was a lot cuter when he wasn't human and trying to kill you.

"Maybe call Scott? I don't know, I'll figure something out," you told him, turning back to Aiden. "I'm free Friday."

Aiden grinned. "I'll pick you up at eight."

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i decided to add the storyline above the imagine just in case you guys get confused (also its not my imagine).