Scott + OPEN
Scott's been to this bonfire for the last four years, but it's his first time as a wolf (and a Senior), and it's definitely different. The wood fire is sweet-smelling, and Scott tries to ignore the faint traces of gasoline he can detect underneath the smokey scent. He wouldn't say he knew the Hales well, but he knew Derek and he'd go so far as to say he knew Cora, too. Losing family wasn't easy, and his heart went out to the remaining Hales - it hadn't been reported, exactly, but having a parent who worked in the emergency room had it's privileges.
Scott shrugged his letterman straighter on his shoulders, accepting a red solo cup from one of the players on the Feather Falls team. Sure, they had a rivalry, but Scott had been second string for his first three years of high school, and the drama was mainly relegated to the first stringers. He took a sip of the spiked Coke, feeling the burn roll across his taste buds as he took up a position by the water, gazing out over the lake pensively. He hadn't seen anyone he knew, yet, as most of the Beacon Hills kids hadn't arrived yet.