AN: Sooooo...I wrote this thing at three in the morning, cuz it sounded like a good idea. I wrote the first 2 chapters, so i guess tell me if I should keep this going. I don't own these characters, as much as I wish that I did.

"You can't just leave!" roared Scott as I toss some t-shirts into a black backpack.

"You don't understand, I have to go." I replied trying to keep my cool. "And why is this a problem now? I've gone every year… since I was like eight…" This conversation is taking way too long! Besides… if I'm going to get there in time, I have to leave now. So I just head down the stairs towards my jeep, and hope we can finish this conversation before I get there.

"You just can't!" Scott replied. "No one knows where you're going! Or when you're coming back! And when you do you're always bruised to hell!"

At that I stop in my tracks. I just can't do it anymore. I've done so well keeping this a secret. But I just can't! My heart's racing. My hands were itching for it. I reared back and the ice flew from my hands like electricity; straight for Scott, pinning him to the wall in a frozen sheet.

I could feel his racing heart through my ice. And it only got faster as I got closer. With every step I took, my body temperature plummeted, and my skin began to freeze.

"Let. Me. Go." I insisted. Tears welling up in my eyes and freezing to my cheeks like diamonds. I couldn't stand there anymore. I walked outside and hopped into my jeep before Scott could brake free.

I had been on the road for hours and I was still torn up about what had happened between Scott and I. But I was starting to cool down… or warm up…or whatever. But I was about an hour from the school. And I was glad to; my legs were all stoved up and aching for movement. So I decided to stick in my favorite Mayday Parade CD. If anyone could turn being a mutant into such good music they could!

I only got as far as "Sorry, Not Sorry" before I reached the front gates. "OH HOLLY JESUS! YES!" I yelled as I fell down on all fours exiting my jeep, "LAND!"

"Calm down!" echoed a familiar voice. "Ya might pull something!"

"Logan! Hey man! How's it been?" I stood up and dusted myself off and opened up for a bro hug, but Logan refused. "Dammit!" I cursed under my breathe even though I knew that he could hear me.

Then the happy (slightly annoyed) grimace that usually painted his face got a slap of worry as he pushed me to the side. "Did you hear that?" he asked staring towards the gates.

"No what are you talking abou…Oh. My. God." A green motorcycle. A green freaking Motorcyle!

"Who the hell are you!?" he yelled at Scott as he took off his helmet. He usually looks really confused but dear lord… "What are you doing here?!"

"Huh…?"

"I'm gunna ask one more time. What are you doing here?!"

"Huh…?"

"You know what? Just Come with me!" he grabbed Scott's arm and started to push him towards Professor Exavier's office.

"Oh my god..." I quickly reach into my back seat grab my backpack and start after hurrying after them.

Logan must have really been going because I couldn't catch up until they got there. "Professor! I can explain!" I huffed.

"I already know Stiles." He replied with a half smile painted across his face.

"Right...forgot..."

"Stiles," asked Scott, "What's going on?"

"Well Scott," said the professor. "There's a lot of things that you don't know." The sound if his name coming out of a strangers mouth must have hit him like a ton of bricks.

"Yeah! And one of them is how you know my name!" He turns to me with that look that guys get when they're thinking 'BRO?! WHAT THAH HALE?!...Ha! Hale! I'm telling him that later!

"Well...uh..." I replied. "I'm uhm... A mutant...?" Finishing off with a shrug and that thing that makes your lips flap like a horse.

"What?" he asked looking at me waiting for a 'Jk bro! Jk!' But...nope! "You mean like those crazy guys in the news?!"

"Oh thanks Scott! For your beautifully crafted stereotype! That's like me saying 'WHAT?! YOURE A WEREWOLF?! LIKE THOSE DUDES FROM TWILIGHT?!"

"STILES! Way to keep a secret!" He replied.

"Oh come on Scott. It's not like he doesn't already know." I said gesturing towards the professor, who replied with a nod.

He turns back to the professor with a brand of confusion that you only see when grand parents try to use the internet.

But then, everything was still and by the look on the professor's face, they were speaking telepathically.
They stood there starring at each-other for what seemed like 17,000 years (but in reality was probably only like 5 minutes, but what ever). Then Scott jumped back to life and stumbled a little like he'd been dropped back onto the planet.

I run over and put his arm around my shoulder and try to stand him up. But...he defiantly weighs more than I do... Especially when he's practically dead weight.

"Stiles," said the Professor, "take him to your room. As I recall you're lacking a room mate."

"Yes sir." I turned around and started to walk. But the ground slapped me across the face. "MMMMPF! MMMMPF!" Yep! He defiantly weighs more than I do!

"Here we go!" Logan said, lifting him off of me. YES! AIR! Thanks Logan! I may be an alpha mutant but... Scott's heavy... "Where are we headed?"

"My room."