"Do we really have to move again?" I asked my father, watching him pack boxes.
My father turn to me. "Keven, we're leaving. Whether you like it or not."
My dad and I were packing to move for the 3rd city this year. We change addresses almost quicker than the seasons change. We were moving from Washington DC to nowhere land.
"I don't have to go. I can live on my own."
"You're not 18." my dad denied the idea.
"I could live on the streets." I stated desperately, not wanting to move.
"You're scared of hobos."
"I am not scared of hobos" I argued.
"When we live in New York, a hobo stopped us on the street and you ran like a track star." my dad remembered. "You ran an entire mile less than 20 sec."
"He had his hand in his pocket." I explained. "He could have been living the hard life."
"It was cold" he defined the homeless guy.
"Not too cold for him to hold out a cup" I argued back. "He was missing ½ of his teeth. I could play soccer using his mouth as the goal."
"Kevin." my father called to me."You can either shut up and pack, or go live with the hobo."
I quickly stood and rush to a box. "Let's go."
"That's all it takes?" My dad asked, amazed.
"No." I answer moving away from the box and looking to my dad. "Don't you have a relative you could ship me to?"
"No, I don't." He answered. "I've never passed you off on anyone before, and I'm not going to now."
"What about Chris?" I asked, reaching the real point of the conversation. I haven't been around my uncle since I was 6.
"I'm not sending you to Beacon Hills." He declared. My father didn't approve of my mothers family.
"Isn't that in Florida?" I asked, and my dad shook his head. "It has to be in Texas."
"No Kevin, it's in California." He corrected. "What did you get on your map of California?"
I shrugged. "We moved before I got the grade back." I admitted, before returning to my original subject. "But, Chris seemed okay with letting me live with him."
My dad looked at me in shock. "You called Chris Argent without my promotion. What if I said no, just like I am now?"
"I wasn't planning on you to say no." I shrugged. "I know you want me to be happy, and being with the other half of my family would make me happy."
"I'll call Chris myself. If he says yes then you can go." My dad gave in. "If you go, you have to stay out of trouble."
"I won't get in trouble." I nodded, knowing what he meant by 'trouble'. Noticing my dad turning back to the box he was originally packing, I asked "Are you going to call him now?"
Knowing my question was more of a plea, he rolled his eyes and exited the room. Watching him turn into a different room, I turned to the unnoticed dark blonde in the corner of the room.
"Happy?" I sarcastically asked her.
"Ecstatic." She smiled, and walked towards me. "My baby boy is coming to Beacon Hills" my mother, Kate, rested her hand on my cheek.
As I unpacked at the Argents', I can feel her presence in the room.
Without turning to look at her I ask "What do you want? You have me here, so just leave me alone."
"I can't do that." Kate answers. "I needed you here."
"You didn't need me before." I continued, still with my back towards her. "I was in your way, remember?"
"Yes, but this is different. You can..."
"I am not becoming a hunter." I announced. "I'm not letting you get me in the same kind of 'trouble' you did when I was little." I remembered Kate taking me hunting whenever I was with her.
"You won't get in 'trouble'." She promised. "Because you're not a little kid anymore, and I'll be there for you, like I am now."
"You should be nominated for mother of the year." I sarcastically stated. "I will never become a hunter."
"That's what you think."
"Why can't you just leave me alone?" I asked before turning. When I turned she was no longer there with me.
"Kevin," Allison peeked into the room. "Who are you talking to?" She questioned looking around the room.
I turn to her. "Myself." I lied, not wanting to seem crazy for talking to my dead mother.
Allison shrugged and entered my room. "Are you ready to go?" She asked, stuffing my bookbag with my schools supplies that weren't already packed.
My first day in beacon hills and I'm thrown into school admittedly. No need to waste a day unpacking, when you could explore the exciting world of education.
"Yeah, let's go." I grab my bag from Allison and rushed out, not wanting to be bothered by Kate again.
I followed Allison slowly through the halls of Beacon Hills High.
"Hey Lydia." Allison waves to a strawberry blonde putting books in her locker.
"Hey Alli..." Lydia stopped speaking, after turning around and noticing me.
Noticing the questioning look her friend was sending me, Alison introduced me. "Lydia this is my cousin, Kevin."
"I didn't know you had a cousin."
"Me neither." Allison mumbled to herself.
I really didn't know of Allison ethier. I only knew of Chris and his wife, who died very recently. It was a surprise to meet her when I arrived to Beacon Hills. When I visited the Argents when I was younger I was alway having to go hunting with Kate. Chris had the decency to protect Allison until she was older.
"I'm gonna go and find my 1st class." I started, wanting to leave.
"Are you sure? I was going to show you the way."
"No, I got it. Stay and talk to..." I look at my cousin's friend, and try to remember the name that escaped my memory quicker then it entered. "Lydia?" I guessed. I rushed off before either girl could confirm or correct the name I gave.
I drifted class to class silently. I sat in chemistry, watching Mr. Harris write chemical equations on the board, and ask everyone for the answer.
"I doubt any of you know the answer." He admitted, noticing no one raising their hand to answer. "Mr. Stilinski, I know for as fact you don't know the answer." He blurts out. I look around to find 'Stilinski', but didn't see a hand. "Its classes like this that make me question why I teach."
"2 chlorine atoms." I answered.
"Don't speak out in my class unless you want detention."
"I was just answering the..."
"You have to wait til I acknowledged you." Mr. Harris interrupted. "But you're right." He answered, and turned his back to erase the chalkboard.
"I know I'm right." I mumbled.
"What was that?" He turned to ask.
"What?" I pretended not to hear what he has said.
"I said you have detention." He pointed to me.
"What?" I yelled. "On my first day, really?"
"Yes." He nodded and turned to clear the remains of the chemical equation.
I sat in Mr. Harris's classroom for detention. I watched the clock, ready to leave. Every minute felt like an eternity.
"Don't just sit there." Mr. Harris ordered from the front of the room. "Do your homework."
"I have none."
Mr. Harrison began to walk towards me. He tossed a thick packet of papers in front of me. "Now you do." Mr. Harris smirked, knowing he was the course of my misery. "You like chemical equations, so get to work." A loud crash in the hallway caused Mr. Harris's smirk to disappear. "Stay in your seat." He ordered, moving out the room. "Don't run." I hear Mr. Harris yell.
From my seat I throw the packet in a trash can feet away.
"Nice shot." A dark haired girl in the back of the room complemented. She stood and pulled her bag on her shoulder. "I suggest you leave while you can." She recommended, standing over me.
I grab my backpack and follow her out. She meets a tall, muscular guy outside in the hall
"Isaac's gonna have to stop running eventually." The guy stated.
"I said he needed to keep Harris busy longer enough for me to get out. In the end Isaac will outrun Harris and he'll give up." The girl explained her plan. "And, I don't want to be here when he does come back to his detention." She admitted, rushing the guy out.
Realizing I was ditching too, I walk out of the school.
As I pass by Allison's open door, I see a figure at the window. I rush to stand beside the window. After the figure is fully in the room, I tackle it to the floor.
"Who are you?" I questioned, penning the curly haired boy by his neck. Not reviving a answer, I repeat the question.
"Isaac." I hear Allison call from the door. Knowing Allison knew of the boy, I stood. "Kevin, this is Isaac." This must be the 'Isaac' that help the girl get out of detention.
"Hi." Isaac threw his hand up.
"Hey." I greeted back. Looking between Allison and Isaac, I see Kate studying us with a smirk. "I'm going for a walk." I admitted walking out the room.
"You shouldn't be out alone." Kate stated walking beside me. "The wolves hunt at night." she joked.
"You are a awful person." I stated. "I have NO respect for you. I don't see you for 8 or 9 years and suddenly I can't have a day without you. I let you talk me into coming to this lame ass town for nothing. Why can't you understand I want nothing to do with you?"
She laughed. "Tell me how you really feel." I roll my eyes and keep walking. "We got company."
I peek over my shoulder to see a blue jeep slowly following me. I turned off the sidewalk into the woods, hoping to get away from the jeep and Kate.
As I hike deeper into the woods I wonder across a burned house. I walk up to a window and see someone inside. It was the guy from the school. After seconds of being watched he disappears into another room. I continue looking, waiting for him to come back.
Suddenly I was thrown to the ground. Unable to stand quickly, I stab the figure with the dagger I kept hidden. I stood and noticed the figure and the person that was inside the house were the same person.
I reached out to help him up. "Sorry for stabbing you."
He nodded, accepting the apology. "I think I should go to the hospital and get it check out."
"Why would you go to the...Oh." I realized the guy was trying to pass himself off as a normal human. "I know about werewolves. My mom used to drag me along with her crazy 'missions'. Spotting a wolf is pretty easy sometimes." I turn and look at the damaged house.
"I know you're about to ask what happened here."
"No I wasn't." I shook my head, but never took my eyes from the house. "I already know what happened. The psycho I have to call my mom did all of this."
"Your mother was Kate Argent."
"Sadly to say, but yes. I'm not like her, so I'm not gonna kill you." I stated before walking off.
"Can I ask you something?" I questioned, walking to Chris. "Did anyone survive the fire Kate started."
"We thought it was only Derek and Peter," He began "But they found Derek's younger sister."
"What was her name?" I asked
"Her name is Cora. She's about you and Allison's age. Why do you what to know about the Hales?"
I nodded my head. "Just wondering." I mumbled, walking out the room.
A/N: So did you like the chapter. Let me know. One of my team mates came up with this story idea a long time ago. We started writing this story when we thought Kate was really dead. Like come on she had one job to do and it was to stay dead and she didn't do that, but hey what are we going to do about it lol. So yea Peace.
