SUP ^,^ This is my first story and I'm a little nervous.. okay, a lot. I know this first chapter is really short but I didn't want to write lots for people to say it's not very good. So pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase review and tell me what cha think? (;

Chapter one,

Tyler walked off the field feeling disappointed and un-fulfilled. He literally had to play a tenth, maybe less than that of what his best would be. Tyler sighed and continued to walk to the locker room. Matt being the guy he is noticed the strange look etched upon his best friend's face. He approached him as Tyler pulled off his usually sweat drenched jersey and through it carelessly in his gym bag. Matt smiled and placed his hand on the depressed boys shoulder. Tyler barley turned his head, just his deep brown eyes. 'Hey,' was all he said. Matt pulled his hand away and leaned on the locker parallel to Tyler's. "Some thing wrong, man?" He asked, pure worry in his voice. Tyler sighed and shook his head. 'Not really, except I changed into a fucking werewolf last night and tried to kill your ex- vampire girlfriend, who helped chain me up just in case I got free and went on a killing spree, and now I have to be really careful when I play football because now I have superhuman wolf strength and I may accidentally kill you and the other guys, but other than that I found a quarter on the floor today, and your day's been?' He could imagine Matt's face if he told him that. He smiled slightly and looked into his friend's concerned face. "Nothing, I'm just thinking about the game next week," He said casually knowing he was a good liar, as he always use to have to lie to teachers when he use to turn up with mysterious bruises from his late father.
Matt smiled in understand. "Don't worry, man. That team suck, we'll win hands down." And with that Matt patted Tyler on the back and headed to his own locker. God he wished Mason was here. Caroline was great and every thing but she doesn't know what it's like. He needed to talk to some one about this. He couldn't even tell his best friend who who'd known since they were in diapers, the only one that knew the abuse he use to go through from the Mayor, the only one that knew about his mother's drinking problem. Matt was his brother.
Tyler felt the anger pulse through him and he quickly exited the small sweat stenched room. He hooked his gym bag around his name brang sweater and hurried to his car. He through the bag in carelessly and turned the key in the ignition and through the car into drive. He didn't know where he was going, but he felt like he had to be some where.
he was doing eighty in a fifty zone, swerving in and out of cars, horns blaring at him from all directions. He honestly didn't care.
As he drove by th woods he knew he would be safe there. Usually you would get the vibe that the woods is not safe, especially when you're on you own. He parked up onto the hard shoulder lane and jumped out of the car and ran into the darkness. He used his enhanced strength to push himself further and faster. He stopped when he felt at home. Maybe it was his inner wolf.
He looked around and he knew exactly where he was, he sighed in frustration. If he walked a little further he would be by the old Lockwood place, where he experienced fate worse than pain. He shivered at the memory of his bones breaking and he pushed the thought out of his head. He knew even further up was the watering hole.

I stopped as I heard footsteps padding ahead. I could pratically smell them from here, I'm suprised I hadn't noticed earlier. The person smelt amazing, like forbidden fruit. Honey and mint? It smelt amazing. I found myself being drawn to the scent, I wanted to know who it was.
I saw the figure of a boy younger than myself facing away from me. I felt angry at myself for feeling that way about another guy. The boy was staring intently towards the lake. Tyler just watched him. The boy turned around after a while, and Tyler sighed as he saw who it was. "Oh hey, man," The younger teen said casually.
"What are you doing here, Gilbert?" Tyler snapped back in response. Jeremy just shrugged and ran his fingers through his recently cut hair. Tyler found himself watching the action with an intense stare, mesmerised by the simple movement. Tyler noticed he looked less like a shaggy dog, but hey who was he to talk, right? Tyler thought darkly. "I use to come here a lot with Vicki when, y'know, and I was just thinking about her today and I guess I just came here." He shrugged again and a slight blush creeped onto his face.' My eyes where drawn to it again. Fuck sake, Lockwood! "God she had you whipped." I laughed cruelly trying to get back on track. Jeremy seemed un effected but the comment, but his eyes narrowed slightly.

Tyler continued to laugh. "And you weren't?" Jeremy shot back. Tyler stopped abruptly. "I was not whipped!" He said harshly through his teeth, approaching the other team. Jeremy just snorted and started walking away. "Sure, man. Well, cya." Tyler could feel his blood literally boil and he stalked after the old addict. Hah, he had ammo. "Sure you weren't out here getting high again, Gilbert? I know you user's talk shit." Jeremy laughed and it suddenly began to heave with rain. Jeremy turned around in panic. "Shit, can you smell that?" He said looking around the woods. Tyler instantly started to smell the air, looking with his nose. "Smells like wet dog." Jeremy said before turning away.
That's it. Tyler snapped and grabbed Jeremy's arm holding him in place before planting a heavy fist in Jeremy's nose. The younger boys head snapped back with a loud crack. He fell to the floor limply, Tyler still holding his arm.

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