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Chapter 1: New kids in town

Stiles' POV

I was pulling a History book out from my locker, when I spotted Scott at the entrance door and waved at him.

I raised my eyebrow at him when he stood beside me, leaning against the locker and fidgeting nervously. "What's up with you, dude?" I ask, confused. "Anywaaaay, where the hell were you last night? I tried calling you, uh, freaking million times but hey, you didn't answer it. You told me you were free last night, and guess what? I drove to your house and your mom told me you were out. The hell, man?" I continue, not bothering to wait for whatever his lame excuse was, because hell, I'm not stupid enough to not know where he was last night. In the woods with the others, of course. I huffed angrily at the thought, feeling left out.

"I went to the Hale's house last night." Scott answered, nervously, knowing what I thought where he was last night.

I gaped at him. My beautiful, big brown eyes (that's what my mom used to tell me) wide in shock. Why the hell did Scott go to the Hale's?

Who in Beacon Hills doesn't know about the Hale family, the famous werewolf family? Well, maybe people with amnesia of course. There were five people in the Hale family, Mr. Victor Hale, the father who worked at the prestigious company in New York, who only came home once a month (my dad told me) and Mrs. Talia Hale, the mother, and the Alpha, who was the Principal of the school I am attending, Beacon Hills High.

Their children... God, their children were the hottest people I have ever known. (heard actually, just being a bit dramatic). Well, I lived in Beacon Hills since I was born, so I didn't know if there were other people hotter than them out there.

Faust Hale, the first born, owned a gym that was connected with a sports shop next to the Star Crust café, which lead us to the second child, Laura Hale; the owner of the famous cafe in this small town. Last but not least, the youngest one... Derek Hale, the seventeen year old football team captain. He had spiky, jet black hair, a strong, compose face, and lemongrass eyes that were intense and cool. He was the handsomest among the handsomest (So maybe that word is made up, sue me.) guys at Beacon Hills High. I could feel my heart skip a beat, and my skin tingling in delight at the mere thought of said guy.

"Stiles!" I snapped back to reality, when Scott raised his voice and slapped my arm. I winced in pain, rubbing my to-be-bruised arm and glared daggers at him. "Are you listening to me or not?" he asked, sounding annoyed.

I smiled goofily at him and shook my head slowly. "What are you talking about? Sorry, I just remembered something that was more important than you blabbering. Start over," I said in a demanding voice.

His chest widened as he inhaled a huge amount of air, trying to hold his anger from bursting out, and exhaled in exaggeration. He shook his head in disappointment. "I'm explaining to you why I went to the Hale's house last night, and you just stand there, thinking about Derek. What's so attractive about that brooding man, dude?" he huffs.

My eyes widened in shock, and heat rushed up my cheeks, making my pale skin blush. "Wh-Why would I think about Derek? Pschh!" I stuttered, trying to pull a disgusted face at the mention of Derek.

"Yeah, right." Scott smirked when he heard my heart skip a beat, signaling that I was lying.

"Tell me why in the holy hell, did you go to the Hale's house again." I demanded, trying to change the subject.

Scott sighed. "Long story short. Pack meeting," he stated and started walking away, leaving me behind. I furrowed my eyebrows together, and jogged a little to catch up to him.

"Pack meeting? At the Hale's house? "I asked incredulously.

Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that Scott is a werewolf. He was bitten by Derek's uncle, Peter Hale when the bastard wanted to form a pack of his own, but Scott is not a fool (weird, right?) and refused to join Peter's pack, and twisted things started to happen, which led Scott to learn about his identity as a True Alpha. And his pack now includes Jackson Whittemore; the dickhead that was bitten by Scott himself of the stupidest reason I ever heard ("He's strong and can protect our pack"), Erica Reyes and Vernon Boyd; the omegas (also mates) that desperately needed an alpha, and since Scott is a soft-hearted puppy, he let them join his pack. Lydia Martin; a sexy, beautiful girl, who turned out to be a banshee, and was currently dating Jackson and there's me, Stiles-the Mighty- Stilinski. I know it's a kinda dysfunctional pack, but don't underestimate us. We're pretty badass as a pack, okay!

"Why did you have a pack meeting at the Hale's house? Why didn't you tell me? Are you trying to outcast me? Because you are really succeeding, buddy." I whimpered.

He stopped walking and turned around to face me. He sighed heavily and slumped his shoulders. "It's not like that, Stiles. I didn't invited Lydia either. It was a werewolves-only meeting. Yeah, only werewolves." he said, almost beaming at the last sentence. "So, don't worry about being outcast, how would I survive without you, man?" he continued, not letting me even open my mouth, and hugged my shoulder.

I grinned, satisfied with the excuse, and I tried to say something, but as cliché as it is, the bell rang. "So, what was the meeting was about?" I asked while we were walking to our next class.

His smile faded and he bit his lower lip. "You will know about it sooner or later." he breathed out. I quirked my eyebrow questionably, waiting patiently for Scott to continue, but of course he's too oblivious to realize that I'm waiting for him to continue, and walked away to enter the History classroom.

"What do you mean, 'I will know about it sooner or later'? "I asked as I took a seat next to him. I glanced over to the last row, where Jackson sat, restless about something, eyes scanning all over the classroom as if it's his first time in class, while Boyd sat calm and compose next to him, but of course he couldn't hide anything from notices-every-little-thing Stiles Stilinski and I noticed that he also seemed a tad restless. What the hell is happening? I asked myself mentally. I turned to look two rows in front of me, where Lydia and Erica were gossiping and laughing about something (I don't understand girls with their gossiping habit nowadays) before I turned my gaze back to Scott, who was now drumming his desk with his index finger.

"So?" I asked, my patience slowly fading. He growled lowly as his patience was fading as well. "Sheesh, no need to be grumpy, Alpha boy. I'm just asking." I spat, irritated with him. Who did he think he is, to growl at me like that? Well, he was my alpha, but I was also his best friend! He said himself that he wouldn't survive without me! What a jackass friend.

Before I could spat more at Scott, the door of the classroom swung open, revealing my imaginary-future mother-in-law, Principal Hale. She smiled widely at us and stepped inside until she was right in front of the teacher's desk. She was wearing a milky white peplum suit that contrasted with her raven, formal bun hair with her medium-long bangs combed to her left side of her head, which made her look very elegant in her own way.

"Good morning, class." she greeted once she gathered all of the students' attention. "I'm here to introduce our new students. So, I hope all of you will try to be nice to them." she said and narrowed her eyes a little bit at the last sentence as a warning. After a few seconds, the door swung open once again and two models from Lydia's magazines walked out into reality, in our class. I thought my eyes would fall out of their sockets when I stared at them with wide eyes, gaping like a dying fish. I noticed that all of my classmates were having the same problem as me, except Scott and I didn't know about Jackson or Boyd, since they sat on the last row and I didn't think I could move my eyes from these new kids. Damn, I couldn't even think straight. Hell, who would be able to, if these two people in front of us looked like a god and goddess in every aspect.

The first one who caught my eyes, was the girl. Her straight, soft and dark, midnight blue hair framing her face, a soft ear-long lock hung just beneath of her ears, bangs were cut just above her eyebrows and a few shorter locks that were sticking up in every which way in the back, and a thin, long breaded part of her hair draped over her right shoulder. Her smooth porcelain-like skin was perfect, without one pimple or mole trying to show up on her doll-shaped face (BJDoll) and her eyes were big, twinkling violet (yeah,like Elizabeth Taylor's violet!) while her full, pinkish lips were curved in smile. Then I gazed down her small figure, which was lean underneath a white printed T-Shirt that was covered by a soft blue cardigan (doesn't she have breasts or something?) that was matched with black crop pants, with a pair of red sneakers.

Then, I looked at the taller and muscle-but-lean one. His, also dark, midnight blue hair, was cut short at the sides and left longer on top, which made him look like a bad boy and even more so when I spotted black earrings on both of his ears. He had the same eye color as the girl, but smaller and more intense than hers, and he had a slightly tanned porcelain-like skin, and a diamond shaped face, that made his jawline look chiseled in a very, very hot way. He was wearing a white V-neck that showed his studded black belt, which wrapped around his waist, and black jeans that matched his black skate shoes. God, this creature is sex on legs, dude!

Principal Hale cleared her throat. "Well, if all of you are finished gawking at these two, I would like to introduce them." she said firmly. "This is Leo, and En Filtiarn. They are twin werewolves." she added. When she try to continue, she was cut short with a snort. All eyes went to where the snort come from, Steve Dawson, who sit in front of Jackson. If I said Jackson is a dickhead, well this one is way more dickhead, Lord of all dickheads in this universe.

"Is it spelled A.N.D? Or A.N.T or maybe just capital N? What kind of name is that?" he scoffed sarcastically, which made a lot of us gasp.

"Really, Dawson? You critic other people's name when you have one of the most common ones. You should know that 75% of the world's population is named Steve." I snarled at him, when I saw Jackson's eyes flashing blue and Boyd's golden yellow. What the hell was wrong with them?!

"And you are trying to pick up a fight with a girl? That's freaking low, man," I heard a thud next to me. Turning around, I saw Scott's head on his desk, banging his head like I said something stupid. I raised my eyebrow at him, but flinched when a growl came from Leo Filtiarn, his fangs started to grow and his eyes turned a shining grey... No, more like silver. How did I know? Of course I knew when his eyes were fixed on me, with pure hatred and I shivered in fear. What the hell did I do? Was it wrong that I tried to protect his twin sister? Did he think that I tried to hit on on her? Was I going to die? Oh my God, I didn't want to die a virgin. I wanted Derek Hale to fuck me first before I die, please God!

"That is enough!" Principal Hale barked with her hands resting on her hips, eyes blazing red and the class went silent for a moment before a soft chuckle broke the tension in the room. I searched for the source and was surprised when I found it came from En herself. Two fingers of her right hand covered her lips while her shoulders were shaking up and down because of the laughing. That was when Leo retracted back his fangs, eyes turning back to violet, and huffed in anger.

"Stilinski! Dawson! Detention in my office! Now!" Principal Hale barked again. That was the first time I saw her this angry. She was known for her gentle-yet-stern personality, not for being a barking werewolf. I made a quick mental note, not to get on her bad side. "And for your information Mister Stilinski, En Filtiarn here is male and it is spelled E-N, Mister Dawson." I thought I was going to tear open my eye sockets, my eyes widened that much. Blood rushed up my neck and face, making my face redden to a tomato in embarrassment. En is a guy?! What?! I slowly looked at him in shock and blinked my eyes rapidly, when he stared at me while tilting his head with a shy smile on his face.

"Do you want me to throw both of you out of this class and drag you into my office?!" Principal Hale yelled, her eyes glowing alpha red and her face red in anger. I jumped up from my seat after her command, not wanting to make the alpha she-wolf angrier.

\=*Q*=/

It was fifteen minutes before lunch time was over, when Principal Hale finally let us out of her office, but not without a strict warning to watch our manners next time, or we would be suspended from school for a week. I got to my locker to grab some textbooks for my next classes and sighed heavily at the thought of not having lunch today, and having to bear the hunger until school was over.

"Hello." I jumped a little when I closed my locker, and the Filtiarn twins came into view. I rubbed my chest slowly, trying to calm my heart down from the shock. "Oh, I'm sorry for startling you." En said, a worried look on his face, while Leo just leaned back onto the locker next to mine, fishing out an iPod from his pocket, sticking the earphones in his ears and folding his arms over his chest.

"No, no. Don't worry about it." I said with a smile. He smiled sweetly at me, nodding cheerfully. "Look, I'm so sorry I mistook you for a girl. I really thought you were a girl, well, the cutest one I've ever seen in my life. You know, porcelain skin and long hair. Not to mention you have this small body that kinda looks like a girl, but without breast of course! And when you chuckled earlier, I swear to God, I didn't believe a bit you're a guy. Oh, oh! When you two entered the classroom, I thought I was in heaven because you two looked like freaking angels or maybe I was just dreaming or you two were models that popped out from my friend's magazine because you two really look perfect in every way! "I said, hands flailing through the air.

En laughed. Wow, even his laugh sounded like a beautiful melody. "Wow, you're amazing!" he said, still laughing while Leo was glaring daggers at me.

"Huh?" I raised an eyebrow, confused about what was so amazing about me.

"You were talking that much with a single breath. That's super wonderful. How did you do that? I don't think I could do that." he said in awe, a smile curving his lips.

"Most of the time, people tell me that I am talking too much in an annoying tone, or ask me to shut up, but never amazing or super cool. You're the first one so for that, thank you," I grinned at him and his smile widened. I wondered if he ever frowned or looked serious like his twin.

"Here." he handed me a flowery cream and dark chocolate paper box with, of course, a smile. It was a pastry box from the Sugar Crust café. It smelled very, very good, but why in the world did he give this to me? Did he go to the café and bought it for me?

"They're chocolate cream puffs. Auntie Talia kept you in her office until now, your next class will start in less than fifteen minutes so I figured you might be hungry." he answered my unspoken question. Was he able to read my mind? Weird, but awesome. I looked at the box and back to him, before slowly taking it from his hand. Auntie Talia?

"Thanks." I said and opened the box. I took one out of the four cream puffs, and began to eat it. Fuck, it was delicious. I could imagine my future self, chubby faced and body full with fats and calories, while eating a bunch of these cream puffs. Hell, Laura might even know me as a regular now. "Man, this is a piece of art!" I moaned, appreciating the taste of heaven.

"I know. It was special made by Laura herself. Do you know her? She was the-"

"The owner of the Sugar Crust café. Yeah, I know her but I never met her, even though I always go to her café at least once a week." I interrupted him and took another bite.

"I'm glad you like it, Mister Stiles," he said smiling. I halted my chewing and stared at him, blinking repeatedly.

"How do you know my name? I don't think I told you my name yet. Am I famous now? And what's up with the mister, dude? You make me look like an old man." I asked and narrowed my eyes suspiciously. I didn't know what I was suspicious about, but yeah, I still narrowed my eyes like a detective.

"You are-"

"Stiles!" I turned around to see the whole pack walking toward us and halting beside of me. Scott's eyes were fixed on the box in my hands, licking his lips hungrily.

"I'm not sharing this with you, Scott." I said and pulled the box away from him.

"Just one, please." he whined and looked at me with those big, dark, brown puppy eyes, because he knew I could never say 'no' to him when he looked at me like that. I sighed dramatically and rolled my eyes, before handing him the box.

"Hi, En, Leo." Lydia greeted and smiled at them, which En delightedly replied to with a grin, showing his perfectly white teeth.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Lydia." En greeted politely and nodded to the rest of the pack. As fast as a lightning bolt, Lydia hugged En and put his head on her chest, which made Leo tense and glare at her.

"God, you're the cutest moving doll I've ever seen in my whole life. I'm going to keep you in my bedroom for the rest of it." I noticed that En stood there stiffly and tensed for a moment before he laughed and patted Lydia's back lightly (a bit awkward) that made Leo relax, and he went back to whatever he was doing before (leaning back onto the locker like the cool guy he is) and ignoring us like we didn't deserve his attention. What an overprotective brother.

"I like you, and Mister Stiles. You two are the most interesting humans I've ever seen." En said, still chuckling, after he gently pulled away from Lydia.

"What about me?" Erica said, faking a pout while crossing her arms on her chest. En touched (patted actually) her arm and Erica automatically wrapped around his shoulder which made the smaller male teen (yup, En was smaller than Erica, even smaller than Lydia!) tensed once more before he relaxed a bit.

"I like Miss Erica too." En said, chortling like a small child.

I smiled at them, feeling something fluffy in my stomach just watching them acting like innocent kids, though Erica was very far from innocent. "Oh!" En said and perked up, like he suddenly remembered something and pulled away from Erica and turned to look at Leo, who was busy tapping his iPod. He nudged his twin brother with his elbow and Leo looked at him. "He deserves it." he whispered, though I could hear it clearly. Leo groaned in annoyance.

En pouted cutely. No, he's naturally cute, so whatever he does, even a piggy nose, he would still be cute. "He apologized, you heard it." En muttered, his lower lip stuck out, which made him even more adorable. Man, this guy was going to make every guy of the world turn gay just for him. Leo groaned again and I flinched when he swiftly turned his attention towards me.

"Sorry for my intention to kill you earlier in class." he choked out, like it was hurting him to say it. I didn't know if he was sincere, or if it was just for his baby brother's sake with his I'm-going-to-kill-you-and-it-will-be-painful look at me. He tried to kill me in class? Jeez, this guy really was an over overprotective brother. Did he have a brother complex or something? But, better not take any risks, right? So, I just nodded and swallowed down the lump in my throat, thinking that, at any minute, my throat was going to be ripped out by his sharp claws.

"Great!" En clasped his hands together, grinning widely at me, then at Leo, and back. He looked like he had an idea. "Hey, how about all of you drop by for dinner at our place?" he asked and looked at Scott, asking for a permission... I guess.

"You're just happily inviting people like that, when your place is not even really your place?" Jackson interrupted, annoyance evident on his face and receiving a hard punch on his shoulder from Erica, and a deathly glare from Lydia and me. Freaking dickhead.

"Jackson." Scott said in an authoritative tone and glared at said guy.

"Er, well... I-I," En stuttered, not knowing what to say, rubbing the back of his neck, not expecting such a question.

"Uncle Vic will be very pleased if you bring them for dinner." Leo said calmly, but I noticed him glancing at Jackson, which made the latter shut his mouth tightly and throw up his hands in surrender. Did I hear a faint whine? I hoped so. Serves you right, Jackson!

"Really?" En asked, voice hopeful, and staring at his brother with sparkling eyes.

Leo smiled, like really smiled (that was so damn hot) at En, and patted the latter's head softly. "Of course he will. Don't you remember, he always says the more people are in his house the merrier it will be?" En's eyes were twinkling and he quirked a smile and open his mouth to say something, when the bell rang loudly, signaling the end of lunch.

"Eight o'clock at Hale's house. Be there." Leo said simply, more like commanding, to us and took En's wrist, walking away from us. En turned around and waved his free hand cheerfully at us and shouted "See you guys tonight!"

I turned around with my arms crossed on my chest, looking at the five people in front of me. "What the hell just happened?"

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"Explain it right now. When the hell did Derek Hale become their personal chauffeur? Damn it, Scott! You're hiding something from me. I'm totally fucking right about you casting me out, Scott!" I hissed while folding my arms across my chest, pacing in the living room in front of Scott. Everybody was here. We came straight to his house after school ended. No wait, scratch that. We came straight to his house after En, with Leo standing beside the smaller twin like a bodyguard, excitingly biding us goodbye and hopped into Derek's black Camaro speeding off. Derek's car.

"Sit down, Stiles! You're going to leave marks on my mom's carpet if you keep pacing like this, and you know she will not be very happy about it." Scott uttered. I sat down next to Erica on the couch, who was bluntly watching the television while snuggling with Boyd as if nothing wrong has happened, eating chips. Jackson and Lydia were sitting on the loveseat, watching television as well, completely ignoring their Alpha and me.

"You said you didn't invite Lydia?" I asked, raising my eyebrow while pointing accusingly at the strawberry-blond girl. Well, it was fucking weird that she was acting like she knew when she didn't, unless she already knew, which meant that she was at the pack meeting at the Hale's house.

"Keep me out of your childish argument, Stiles. I'm not the one that had detention for mistaking someone's gender." she commented mockingly, eyes still fixed on the screen, not bothering to look up.

"Thank you for reminding me of the most embarrassing moment of my life, Lydia." I retorted sarcastically, rolling my eyes. I turned my head back to Scott. "So, tell me now!"

He sighed in surrender. "Okay, okay, I'll tell you, let's go to my room. And for the second time Stiles, I'm not casting you out. And we told Lydia at lunch earlier." he stood up and walked up to his room without waiting for me, knowing that I was going to follow him.

I sat on the edge of his bed, waiting patiently (I mean very, very patiently) for my best friend to open his damn mouth, legs tapping up and down on the floor.

"I thought you knew about the Filtiarn family?" he said, and it sounded more like a question to me. I raised my eyebrow in confusion.

"If I knew about them, I wouldn't ask you, chuckle-head. Plus, why would you think I knew about them?" I asked confused.

"Well, you're our walking bestiary and expert in this supernatural thing more than any of us is?" he retorted.

"Apparently, I'm not. What's wrong with them?"

"Do you even know what 'Filtiarn' stands for?"

"Just spit it out, Scott!" my patience was slowly fading with all these questions.

He sat down at the desk and crossed his arms over his chest, wearing a serious expression. "Filtiarn means lord of the wolves, Stiles. En's full name is, En Silvanus Filtiarn, and Leo's is, Leo Wulfric Filtiarn." he stopped for a moment, eyeing me. "Doesn't that say anything to you?" he inquired when I didn't respond. I creased my eyebrows, which made him sigh and pinch the bridge of his nose.

"Silvanus means the woods, in Greek mythology the name is also known as the protector of the forest, while Wulfric means wolf's power, which is Old English." he explained.

I gaped at him. "Who are you? What did you do with Scott?" I questioned in shock. Why? Of fucking course I was shock that Scott of all people knew something that I didn't know. This dense puppy-guy didn't even know he was allergic to peanuts before he was turned into a wolf, and even after he became the alpha, he still got a D in Chemistry.

He scoffed and shook his head. "I googled last night after the pack meeting." he grinned proudly.

"Okay, that I believe. Continue." I uttered while swishing my hand through the air, motioning him to continue.

"Do you remember, you said that werewolves have some sort rank? The ones at the bottom are Omegas, followed up by Betas, then Alphas, and at the top are True Alphas. Do you remember that?" he asked and I nodded slowly, not sure where the hell this was going. "Well, the Filtiarn family is actually the top. Above True Alphas." he stated. I narrowed my eyes, collecting all the details I received and it suddenly clicked in my head. My eyes widened and I start gaping in shock at Scott.

"Yo-you mean they are... They're more powerful than you?!" I hissed in shock. What the hell?! I never heard anything about the Filtiarn family, but the name sounded oddly familiar.

Scott shrugged. "En is the one that holds the title of King of Wolves after their parents died. Leo... Well, you could say Leo is his right-man." he continued.

"What do you mean, their parents died?" I asked, only to realize how stupid that question was.

"Died as in not breathing anymore, what else would I mean?" Scott replied, mocking me the best he could. Well, this is the only chance to show off his intelligence because fuck, I really don't know anything about this. Like, zero. Nothing. Nada.

"I meant, what happened to them, you idiot?" I rolled my eyes.

"I don't know. Mr. Hale didn't tell us the reason. He just told us that it was not very nice talking about people who died. We went to the Hale house last night to welcome them, and I wasn't inviting you or Lydia because Mr. Hale told me not to. The twins are still adjusting to interact with humans around their 'den'." he explained, quoting his fingers at the last word.

"Well, that explains why Leo tried to kill me," I mumbled while tapping my chin with my index finger, narrowing my eyes. "I was being rude to his lord." I continued.

"Yup. And about dinner tonight, it was like an absolute order, dude." Scott said, walking to his closet and searching for some clothes to wear tonight.

"What do you mean?"

"He ordered us to go to the Hale's house tonight for dinner." he stated simply, still busy roaming his clothes. After a few moments he pulled out a blue and white Henley. "And the wolf inside of us have to follow the order, whether we like it or not." he continued before he turned around, facing me. "You probably should head home now, Stiles. It's the Hale's house, after all." he smirked while resting his hand on his hip.

I knitted my eyebrows together, confused what he was talking about, before realization hit me. Hard. The dinner was at the Hale's house. At Derek's house! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! "Oh my God! What am I going to do, man?! What am I going to wear? I don't know his favorite color! Shit, man! I'm doomed!" I began to freak out, and my heartbeat began to speed up just thinking about dinner with Derek.

Scott laughed and sat next to me, wrapping his arms around my shoulder. "Chill, dude. Chill. Just wear what you usually wear, man."

"Lydia! She'll help me." I beamed at the thought of the fashionable girl. Yeah, she would definitely help me. I jumped up from my seat and started walking towards the door, when Scott said "They're already gone, man."

My shoulders sagged in surrender and I sigh heavily while my best friend chuckled. Damn you, Scott. I suddenly looked up at him with an evil smile.

"I don't like that smile." he stated, the chuckle fading away quickly after seeing my smile. I glanced over at his clock on his bedside table, it showed 6:48 PM.

"You're going to help me, Scott. Now, go clean yourself up and get changed. I'll be waiting downstairs. If you're not finished in twenty minutes, I will drag your furry ass down to my house." I commanded him like a boss.

He furrowed his eyebrows and looked at me like I had grown another head. "Wha-"

"Now, Scott. Or I will tell Mr. Gordon, that you broke into his office to find the answer sheet for our Calculus test last month." I smirked evilly at him, wiggling my eyebrows up and down.

"I hate you." he mutters darkly and looked at me in disdain, before he began to walk towards his bathroom.

"I love you too, buddy." I skipped down the stairs to his living room humming happily.

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+So, I hope you guys like it. Stay tuned for the next chapter and stay awesome, guys! I appreciate good reviews and opinions! xD