A little before note...

So the second chapter is here. I'm not that good at writing characters so I guarantee this is probably going to be occ, I also guarantee this is not going to be that good since I think this is the most I've ever wrote. So erm enjoy, I guess. Pointers, tips and criticism is welcome.

And Hence Forth To Chapter 2.

Wolfman

Stiles Stilinski was well not really your average 17yr old high school boy, for one he had a bad tendency to be sarcastic at the wrong moments, he also had a tendency to go off on tangents about things normal people wouldn't even bother to store in the little heads, but he was a high school boy. So you could imagine how that goes, he wasn't popular nor was he the loner. He was in a beautiful bromance with his best friend Scott, and a sort of love/hate relationship with Scott's girlfriend Alison. He had a undying love for Lydia Martin, who in all honestly only vaguely knew him thanks to Alison, and he spent far to much time online wasting his days looking up what ever tickled his fancy that day, while simultaneously annoying the hell out of his dad about what ever interesting case he was working on.

"Bilinski... OI BILINSKI"

"AH... Yes Coach"

"Your In Goal."

"ah crap."

Stiles dragged himself off the bench towards the other end of the filed, another day of 'Jackson inflicted bruises'. He yanked his helmet down and took his position even though he knew that when it came down to it he was all uncoordinated limbs and embarrassing moves, but it couldn't hurt to at least try. The first ball hit him just below the shoulder, the second came only moments after, burying itself into his stomach. It wasn't long before he stated to zone out, falling into the familiar patter of hard pains and falling.

Before he knew Scott was waving a hand in his face, bringing him back to reality and pulling him toward the changing rooms. The faint buzzing of Scott talking reach his ears but for some reason today he couldn't seem to focus. Instead he was concentrating on the sensation in the pit of his stomach, like something was watching.

"Stiles? You Sure Your Okay?"

"Yeah, Yeah. I think I need sleep."

"Oh. Well as long and your okay. Look Alison's giving me a lift to night. I Know I said I come round do guys night since I missed it last time, but dude come on one of us has to be getting some."

"Huh. Yeah that's fine. Laters."

He knew he should have been more bothered by the fact Scott was blowing him off again but for some reason he couldn't bring himself give a damn. The feeling in his stomach hadn't gone away, in fact in had settled there, leaving him feeling heavy. Climbing in to his loveable Jeep he started his usual mantra, worshipping her with words of love a praise, hoping today wouldn't be the day she decided not to start.

The engine chocked into life and he patted her dash bored lovingly, before pulling out of the car park, missing the worried look for Alison and a goofy grinned wave for Scott, and heading down the empty road. That feeling followed him and after a few minuets he decided to give in stop the car and take a look around. At first the was nothing but the gloomy orange street lamps and and the ever watching trees.

But there half shaded by the forest and half lightened by the street lamp, was the most attractive angry/creepy man he had ever seen. Of course that was only at first glance, he sifted in his seat twisting awkwardly to get a better look. Only to realise that he hadn't hallucinated the angry/creepy man, the nervousness started to set in, and the longer he looked the more he began to notice.

Like how this stranger wasn't half hidden by the tree but in fact was leaning against it, and how the orange glow couldn't hide the gleam of sweat on his face or how deathly pale his skin was. After a few moments of close observation, Stiles Stilinski deemed that yes this man was really there, and yes he seemed to be glaring at him, but this man also seemed to be injured if the dark slowly spreading patch on his shirt was anything to go.

It took a few seconds for the last thought to process before his body spammed into action and he fell out of his car door, skidded round the front, and came to an abrupt halt on the other side, finally realising he really has no idea what he's doing or why he got out the Jeep in the first place. While contemplating his whole life choices, and the decisions that finally brought him here he failed to miss said angry/creepy man move back into looming forest. Of course when he finally did notice he was missing, his legs made their own decision to walk to where the man once stood and look for him.

It was the second time in the space of a few minuet that Stiles Stilinski had questioned his life choices.