Title: Apsis
Summary: Peter is used to living his life alone, distanced from his other classmates and his family but when a strange new student refuses to take his customary no for an answer Peter finds his life changed in a way he never thought possible but at the same time is this new kid Chris really as harmless as he seems or does he have his own motives for trying to become Peter's friend? High School AU, Peter Hale/Chris Argent Slash Argale
Rating: T for now, may go up in later chapters.
Well, here is the beginning of my new story! I recently fell in love with Argale and already wrote a one shot for the pairing (check it ouuuuut) but I felt the need to also write a chapter fic for them too just because they are way under appreciated in the Teen Wolf universe.
The title means the closest and farthest points in an elliptical orbit. AKA the perigee and apogee of the moon as it orbits around the earth.
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf. If I did it'd be a gay love fest all the time.
He hated to admit it but he felt like Rapunzel most of the time, trapped inside a tower that kept him from experiencing the outside world. But his tower wasn't made of bricks or mortar, it was constructed from his own fears and anxiety. He knew he wasn't like the rest of his family, they all took pride in their 'unique abilities' but he didn't, he couldn't, not when it's what kept him trapped behind walls of secrets and lies.
"Peter! Are you done cleaning your room yet? Don't be late for your first day of school!" Talia yelled up the stairs.
"I'm leaving now." He said back, picking up his bag from off his bedroom floor that was covered in clothes, crumpled papers and the occasional fast food wrapper. He took the stairs two at a time, heading for the front door but a hand on his shoulder yanked him back.
"I asked if you finished cleaning your room." Talia said, her voice chipped and annoyed, unsurprising. She had always been an overprotective pain in the ass, even before their parents died, but it had gotten worse since she had kids of her own.
"I, for one, like it dirty, let my environment reflect the clutter inside my head. There's something horrible unnatural about pristine cleanliness."
"You're going to finish cleaning once you're home from school." She said sternly
"It will be the highlight of my day." He said sarcastically, walking out the door without waiting to hear her response. He got into his car and drove to Beacon Hills high school, the one place he hated more than home. Here he was surrounded by hundreds of dull normal people who had no clue that they attended school with a werewolf. Not only that but really, they were all idiots, every single one of them. Trying to hold a conversation with any of them was like talking to a slug, a very uneducated one at that. He wished he could test out but Talia refused, wanting him to have a 'normal high school experience,' whatever that was supposed to mean. The only thought that cheered him up was that in three short months he'd be turning eighteen and then he didn't need Talia's permission to do anything. He could take the test to graduate early and move out, go anywhere he wanted. Maybe Athens, at least there there was some history to be appreciated.
He parked his car and went inside, pushing through the crowds of people getting reacquainted with each other after the summer break. Friends laughed and hugged each other and couples held hands in the hallway, it was sickening really. Or that might be the jealousy talking because as ignorant and clueless as these people were they had something he didn't. Relationships. Even though he was infinitely stronger, smarter and could probably rip their hearts out with his bare hands, he envied them. They were able to make connections without having to hide their true identity. Sometimes a brave, ignorant soul would try to be his friend, most of time it was girl, wide eyed and dreaming of being the one who finally solved the puzzle that is Peter Hale. They were always disappointed and normally in tears by the end of the day because despite popular belief it wasn't fun being the puzzle. People always tried to jam the pieces together haphazardly then when they didn't fit together the way they wanted they'd get mad and leave. It was always the same, so he just stopped trying to make friends…but that didn't mean he wasn't lonely sometimes.
Peter walked straight into his first period English class, expecting to be the first one there because everyone else was still mingling in the halls but to his surprise another student was already in the classroom. He was unfamiliar, probably a new student and was talking to their teacher, a false smile plastered on his face as Mr. Miller gushed about how great the school was and how he'd fit right in in no time.
Peter smirked, shaking his head and taking a seat towards the back of the room close to the windows. At least that way he could sight see while Miller droned on about the importance of semi colons. He dropped his bag down beside and took out a notebook, beginning to doodle on a blank page.
"Is he always that…enthusiastic?"
Peter started, dropping his pencil in shock. People never snuck up him. Never. He looked up, seeing that the new student had not only managed to walk over but sit down in the seat directly to his right, all without making a single noise to tip off his superior hearing.
"What…?" Peter asked slowly, his brain still trying to wrap around what exactly just happened.
"Mr. Miller. He seems sort of over excited don't you think? Unless of course I've completely missed that the fountain of youth is buried underneath this town, I haven't exactly seen anything impressive enough to earn that man's level of ardor."
"I'm sorry our small little town doesn't meet up to your lofty standards." He said in his standard unimpressed tone, though he was slightly impressed that this knew kid at least some sort of vocabulary.
"I didn't mean…sorry. I'm not very good at this."
"At what? Talking?" Peter really hoped this guy would get the hint and just stop talking to him.
"No. At being the new kid. You'd think I'd be great at it considering how much my family moves around but no, I'm still terrible at it. My sister Kate is great but she's great at everything. Me on the other hand, I have to make a stupid joke and end up insulting the first person I meet. My father always says I should just keep my mouth shut but you see when I get nervous I just start talking and sometimes by mouth goes faster than my brain and I just start babbling about the stupidest things and oh my god I'm doing that now aren't I? I'm so sorry. I should really shut up now shouldn't I? I'm such an idiot…"
Peter stared at him unblinkingly "Okay. Are you on any sort of medication? If not you might want to look into getting some."
"I don't need medication, I just get nervous." The new kid sighed and leaned over, picking up the pencil Peter dropped earlier and handed it to him.
"I'd get nervous too if I was as much of a spazz as you are." He took the pencil and tried to get back to his drawing, thinking that maybe now the guy would get the idea that he didn't want to be friends or acquaintances or whatever else he had on his mind.
"Yeah. Sorry again about blabbering. I'm Chris by the way."
"Hello Chris, I don't care."
"Are you always this…"
"Charming?"
"Grouchy."
"I'm worse normally."
"Then I guess I'm lucky to catch you on a good day."
"God dammit why won't you just leave me alone!" He finally snapped, looking back up to Chris, ignoring the peeved look Mr. Miller sent him from the front of the room.
"Because I think you're funny."
"Funny? You think I'm the funny one?" Peter asked incredulously
"Yeah. I do." Chris smiled, leaning back in his seat as other students finally began to filter in the classroom.
"You're insane. I'm serious about this, you need to look into medication."
"If you say so." Chris shrugged, a small smile dancing on his face. He finally turned away from Peter when Miller started his lecture, greeting everyone to class with the same sort of misplaced enthusiasm he had used on Chris earlier. Peter sighed and went back to his picture, drawing one of the birds that sat on a branch outside.
Fifty minutes later the class was finally over. As soon as the bell rang Peter grabbed his bag and left as quickly as he could. Throughout the whole hour he felt Chris' eyes on him and it made him feel odd, he wasn't used to having people look at him like that, not like he was a puzzle but like he was an interesting book waiting to be read, words and sentences devoured until every multiple meaning became clear. He didn't rush out of class because the look made him uncomfortable, in fact it was quite the opposite, he liked having someone look at him like that. And liking it was dangerous. He found a stool in his next class, Chemistry, and reminded himself that even if Chris had, for some godforsaken reason, latched on to him, he could under no circumstances succumb to the temptation of companionship. He had a plan, three months, early graduation, Athens. He had to stick to that, not let some new kid mess that up, because acquaintances turned into friends and friends shared secrets and his particular secret being discovered historically led to mobs with large, pointy pitchforks and torches, lots of torches.
"I hope you don't mind if I sit by you again. I think it's better if I only spazz out my introduction with one person per day."
"Son of a-will you stop that!" He snapped, looking at Chris who had sat beside him.
"Stop what?" He looked genuinely confused. The bastard.
"Sneaking up on me!"
"Sorry. I wasn't trying to." He said a bit sheepishly "You just always seem to be somewhere else."
"Look, I don't mean to crush your hopes and dreams here but I don't want to be your little buddy. I'm always somewhere else because I don't have friends, I don't like people, I don't like you so please, just find someone else to sit by and harass."
"You don't have any friends? That's so sad." Chris frowned
"Are you for real? That is what you latch on to?" Peter groaned, part of him wishing that he could transform and rip this annoying guy's throat out and just be done with it. The other part of him, that he steadfastly ignored, was intrigued. People didn't normally last this long against his sour attitude, let along manage to annoy him this much.
"Well yeah, everyone should have friends. People to confide in."
"Dude. Seriously. Just go, I don't want-" Peter was cut off as their teacher, a short, older woman started to talk.
"Welcome to Chemistry 101. I'm your teacher Mrs. Hardwick, now that your know me please take a look at the person sitting next to you and introduce yourselves if you're unfamiliar. Get to know each other well, they will be your permanent lab partner for the rest of the year."
Peter promptly banged his head on the table. He just could not win.
Will Peter continue to reject Chris friendship?
Is Chris really this spazzy as a teenager or is it just an act?
Is Kate somehow involved with her brother's immediate Halession? (New word! Bam!)
And most importantly will Peter ever clean his room?
Find out all this and more in later chapters!
On a less weird note, I hoped you liked the first chapter as much as I did. If you did please review, if not also review and let me know what you think I could do better. The next chapter should be coming out in the next few days, I do my best to update regularly but with weird school hours and a job they'll be coming out at really random hours of the day.
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