Chapter 2: Rickey The Legend
Here's Chapter 2, I want to thank my friend Monkeygonetoheaven who helped me with this chapter.
I plan to release a chapter every week, once week but I'm going to try and release another as soon as possible so that we can move on to the story.
Anyway leave a review/comment/criticism of what you think so far.
Anyway the songs starts when you see "**"
Enjoy!
Cold War Kids - Hospital Beds
Charlene Soraia - Where you will go
"Well can you describe the feeling?" the lanky best friend asked.
"It's not good." Scott shook his head "Not good at all..."
"Well are you...you know?" Stiles asked.
"What?" asked Scott, as he gave his friend a confused glare.
Stiles nudged his shoulder as his eyebrows danced up and down "You know." followed by two winks.
Scott almost jumped out of his seat "Ew! Gross Stiles!" Scott whispered loudly with an incredulous look on his face.
Shrugging his shoulder Stiles let out a scoff "I'm just saying, you're my best friend, I support whatever gender you are batting for."
With that he popped a french fry in his mouth.
Before Scott could manage a comeback he gripped his hip and let out a groan of pain.
Stiles quickly became alarmed as he spat out his fry "Whoa dude, you're not looking too great, you look like you are in labor."
"I'm not feeling great either." Scott said through gritted teeth. He felt like his insides were about to explode like shards of glass
dancing in his belly.
But with Stiles' relentless case of A.D.D he had soon forgotten his best friend; he couldn't help but to do a double take as he caught
He then noticed Lydia's entire table had their a cold stare on the two boys.
"Hey uh, Scott? Remember that cute girl Allison? She's sort of looking at us." Stiles whispered under his breath.
He hardly had time to finish his sentence when Scott yanked him by the collar with a low growl "Bathroom, now!"
Stiles dropped to the floor and checked under each bathroom stall to make sure the coast is clear as Scott pulled up the hem of his shirt, and removed the bandaging that covered his bite mark.
The bite bled as it was bright red and inflamed, almost like an infection.
Stiles' face cringed as he examined it "That's pretty nasty."
"IT HURTS!" Scott cried out as he began punching the wall, sending spider web like cracks into the tiles. His hopes of easing the pain were of no use.
Stiles stumbled backwards as he raised his hands to protect himself, he watched in horror as his friend pounded the wall over and over.
His eyes traveled down Scott's abdomen to see the bite had completely vanished "Scott! It healed!"
"What?" Scott looked down in disbelief, the wound was gone as if it was never there.
Stiles walked closer "Weird..."
"What's weird?"
"My best friend is a werewolf." He said with a short laughter.
Scott then rolled his eyes in annoyance as he splashed water on his face.
**His first day of school was just about over, except for one more class to go.
He asked Viola about the teacher, her response was "He's a complete jerk, a loud jackass who is the very bane of every adolescent who has ever attended Beacon Hills High." of course she finished her sentence with an innocent smile.
Riley gulped hard, clearly Viola had a distaste for the man; and she seemed to like everybody.
With nervous jitters and a bowling ball in the pit of his stomach Riley entered the class room, only to see a man with a coach whistle around his neck.
Riley tried to tip toe to an empty seat but the whistle went off right by his ear, causing him to drop his books on the floor.
The high pitched sound was echoing in his ears, he swore his ear buds were destroyed as he bent over to pick up the mess.
"You're late!" the man shouted.
So far Viola's assessment of the man was correct.
"S-sorry sir." Riley said as he stood back up.
The teacher looked to his clip board "Last name?" the man demanded, he was starting to sound like a boot camp instructor.
"Stones, Sir."
With eyes full of wonderment the teacher looked to Riley "Stones?"
Grunting Riley slapped his palm against his forehead "I swear, I wish he wasn't my brother. We are nothing alike."
Thunderous laughter filled the classroom as the teacher almost doubled over "Are you kidding me? Are you seriously related to THE Rickey Stones?"
Riley could feel shame eating him alive as he dropped his head to avoid contact, he would rather look at his shoes than feel the stare of every student on him.
"Yes, unfortunately." he muttered under his breath.
"Your brother was a lacrosse legend!" The man nearly threw his clip board behind him.
Riley's eyebrows nearly touched his hairline, for the first time in the entire day a teacher finally paid Rickey a compliment, instead of retelling their horror stories and experiences with his older brother.
"I mean he wasn't talented when it came to academics, but damn he was a gift from the gods on the fields. He once turned a game around with only half of a quarter!" the man exclaimed as his eyes grew wide like two watery golf balls.
"Mr. Finnstock, but you can just call me coach." he said with a wink as he extended his hand for Riley to shake.
Riley extended his hand as well, but suddenly the coach pulled his hand away.
"What is it with people not wanting to shake my hand?" Riley thought to himself as he examined his
hand.
"Are you as talented as your brother?" Coach inquired "I mean look at you kid, look at those muscles, did you hit puberty in the second grade or something?"
His fellow class mates let out stifled laughs, Riley could feel the heat making his cheeks rosy as he began to blush "Nah, Lacrosse really isn't my thing."
"Oh..." was all the man said as the look of disappointment painted itself across his face.
"But maybe I can try it?" Riley said quickly, Coach's smile was back on.
"Great, Practice is today after school!"
"Can't wait." Riley mumbled, completely unenthused.
Another blow of the whistle made Riley jump, what he would give to rip that thing off and throw it in the deepest of seas.
"Take a seat!" he demanded of the boy.
Riley had noticed an empty desk next to Viola who was happily smiling ear from ear, her glacier blue eyes locked onto his, triggering Riley to smile.
He planted himself in the empty seat as he looked over to her "What are you smiling at?"
"I was right about him, wasn't I?" letting out a chuckle he leaned in closer "Spot on."
Viola examined the back of her painted nails "I have to say new boy, I'm impressed."
A cocky smile spread across his lips "Oh yeah? Why's that."
"Because it's only your first day, and you've already been invited on the lacrosse team." She said with a playful smile.
"Yeah first day and Viola is already flirting with you." Lydia piped in "Having fun with the fresh meat?"
Viola quickly whipped her head over towards Lydia, her adorable smile hadn't vanished "There's nothing wrong with wanting some more friends...Lydia."
Lydia let out a scoff, but Riley couldn't help but to smile at the two girls.
Ring
Ring
Rickey stood inside the animal clinic he used to work at as a teenager, the silver desk bell laid under his index finger.
Ring
Ring
Rickey was finding this to be too amusing.
RING
RING
RINGRINGRINGRINGRINGRING.
Deaton emerged from the back holding a cat, he looked far too annoyed to be dealing with Rickey.
"Man, don't this just bring back memories?" Rickey flashed a smile as Deaton soon realized who was standing in his office.
"Well, look what the cat dragged in." he said while keeping his voice stern.
Ricky leaned over the counter and came face to face with the cat Deaton was holding "Very clever pun, Deaton." He winked at the man.
With a growl Rickey sent the cat scurrying away "You know I was never really a fan of cats."
"How could I forget? Remind me to keep you away from the back." a slight smile played across Deaton's face.
"I'm guessing you're not here to reminiscence on the past?"
Ricky pulled his sunglasses off as he looked Deaton deep in the eyes "No, I'm here to receive some obscure lifelong lesson that you could sum up for me in a sentence yet you would rather have me figure out."
"Really?" The Vet's voice sounded somewhat cheery.
"No." Ricky said dryly.
"I see you have not lost your sense of humor."
" I'm glad you still appreciate it." Ricky said with an innocent childlike smile.
Deaton and Ricky went far back as friendship goes. It was when Rickey was growing up he would often cause problems with Deaton and his animal clinic but soon he began working under him as his employee.
It wasn't soon until Deaton saw Rickey not just a trouble kid but as a son just as Rickey saw the man as a father.
"I actually came by to see if you were hiring?" Rickey asked as he planted himself in a chair.
"Is that so?" Dr. Deaton sarcastically asked.
"Of course, it'll be just like the old days." Rickey said with his devilish grin.
"Did Anna put you up to this?" Deaton could see right through the boy's façade, he would never ask for a job unless someone offered or he was backed into a corner and forced too.
"By the way, how is Anna?" Deaton said with a raised eye brow.
"Eh, she's a girl. What do you think?" The boy quickly rested his hands to the back of his head.
Deaton smirked the thought of Anna and Rickey being together, in his head they were like water and vinegar but at the same time they couldn't live without each other.
The thought of Anna was enough to make a smile appear on the boy's face through his darkest days.
**"It would seems she has done a great job in making you a better person." Dr. Deaton said.
Rickey looked up to the man with a dead glare, before the boy could even reply he thought about all the times Anna had talked him out of making ridiculous decision and slowly… she did change him in away.
Rickey and Anna both were enjoying their hot summer car ride around California.
"Do you even know where we are even going?" she asked the boy.
"Of course I do!" Rickey quickly replied, but Anna knew he was lying, she could always tell when Rickey was lying.
She knew the boy like the back of her own hand.
"Are we at least almost there?"
Anna wore her hair long and down a bit over her neck, she had died her hair to make it a bit darker than her high school days.
The boy didn't answer, instead he kept his eyes focused on the road ahead.
"Rickey! Answer me!"
Although the girl shouted at him, Rickey couldn't stop himself from smiling.
"You know, you're a lot cuter when you are angry?" the boy snorted.
"Oh wow, I bet." Anna face began to turn red, she could feel her cheeks going rosy red.
The single thought of Rickey was enough to make the girl blush.
The couple had driven all day till it was dark out, arriving to the edge of suicide hill.
"What is this?" the girl chuckled.
"A date." The boy replied as he gave the girl a stern glare.
Anna could only smile.
"I'm not one for romance and all but I didn't want go on a cheesy date to the movies either. But hey, I'm trying." He gave the girl a smile for days that warmed the bottom of Anna's heart.
"Aw, you really are a sap!" Anna said with a sweet smile and teary eyes.
"Hey!" Even though he was insulted he couldn't help but to laugh.
Playfully, the boy shoved his girlfriend a bit to the side.
"Nah, I just love my girl." He said as he gave the burgundy hair girl a sweet smile.
The boy quickly jumped to his feet "Deaton, please! I'm Rickey Stones, I change for no one."
Suddenly every thought of Rickey changing had vanished from Deaton's mind along with smile, he was no longer happy to see the boy.
School was now over and Riley was about to begin a new life, a new start as a lacrosse player.
He was walking through the halls when he came across a wall with shelves stacked with trophies and team photos of different sports, science club, chess club and more.
He then noticed photos of certain individuals from different sports, "This must be the wall of fame." He thought to himself.
As his eyes skim up and down of the wall he came across his brothers' picture.
When he read his achievements he had let out a chuckle.
"Hey!" Riley heard a voice call out to him.
When he turned towards the direction of the voice he had noticed with the jarhead from earlier and behind him was his friend Danny.
"What was his name? Jackson?" he thought to himself.
"I don't think we've been properly introduced, I'm Ril-"
But before Riley could finish his sentence he gripped by the collar of his shirt and shoved against the wall, it was obvious the man was angry but why?
"Yeah, I don't care who you are or if your brother was once an all-star player for this school lacrosse team! This is my team and if you want to try and take it away from me then you got another thing coming." With that the blond hair boy left, alongside his best friend.
There was a small group of people that had gazed over to Riley direction but he didn't mind.
"Assholes, every school has them." The boy muttered.
Riley wasted no time in getting to the locker, he wasn't going to let some asshole stop him from having a normal life.
He quickly thought about what would say to him if he had tried fighting the jock back, he also imagined his older brother kicking his ass if he had fought the boy.
Once Riley entered the locker room he was quickly greeted by Coach Finnstock who was beyond excited to see Riley.
The boy felt that coach had too much hope in him and didn't want to live up to the pressure already.
"You ready kid?" the coach said with nothing but excitement.
Wearing a dead smirk, Riley answered "You bet."
"Good now go suit up." He shouted once before blowing his whistle.
Riley could tell he would dread this decision for the rest of his life but he wanted a normal life and if this was normal for Beacon Hills then this was what he would do.
He noticed that Scott and Stiles were the only ones left in the locker room.
They sat close together whispering to each other as usual, "don't you guys have any other friends?"
Stiles whipped his head towards the boy with a stern look.
"Actually no because everyone in this school are stuck bitches." Stiles replied.
Riley then gave the boy a smug grin.
"Yeah… but that Lydia girl is cute."
With that Stiles left eye began to twitch, he wanted nothing more but to bash the boy's head in to the nearest locker, non-stop.
"Hey word of advice Scott? Try not to wolf out." Riley said as he gave the boy a single wink before leaving the locker room.
Stiles eyed the boy like a hawk before he looked back to his best friend.
"He knows? How does he know?" Stiles words tumbled upon each other to the point Scott could barely understand what the boy was saying.
"Because… he's one too." Scott added.
