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Chapter 2

Stiles

The next couple of days at school were pretty much the same as the first. People avoiding me, talking about me, staring at me. It was as if they thought I couldn't see or hear them. To be honest, I wish that was true. If I could escape the stares and comments any where I went, if I could escape everything on this Earth that wanted to break me, then I would be just remotely happy!

But it was better than Dallas.

Hell, if I was back in Dallas, I wouldn't even be breathing! No, I would have been stone cold dead, on the ground, whether it be by the hands of my father or Zane! Either way, they'd probably help each other cover it up. They'd probably swap notes on how to best hold me down and stab me, making it look like I had been jumped or something.

Man, if people actually knew what my life was like, they'd think twice before saying some of the things they did.

Sighing, I leant back in my chair, in my Chemistry class – hey, I was good at it, ok! Four of the wolves were in my class, I had noticed – tall and blonde (apparently called Isaac, or something like that), Richie McRich (Jackson), the Hawaiian guy (Danny) and the brunette guy (Scott). I had picked up some of their names as I had gone around the school, all of them being in at least one of my classes. The last two in the group – Erica and, who I assumed was her boyfriend, Boyd – were in my music class – yeah, I took music, shut up... The four guys sat near me, just like Allison and Lydia did in English, just like Erica and Boyd did in music. I would see the eight of them around school all the time too, almost like they were all following me.

But they weren't. I was just being paranoid. Wasn't I?

Of course I was! They weren't following me. No one was following me! Not now. Not ever.

Today – September 6th, thankfully a Friday – I had a shorter day. Friday's usually consisted of two hours of English, a half an hour break, two hours of music and then back to my Jeep to start on any assignments I got that day. That was pretty much what I did.

But not today. Today was way different.

I had just finished music, and I was heading towards the parking lot. I was tired, all I wanted to do was sleep, and I couldn't get the voices of the people in this Godforsaken school out of my head! I just wanted some peace and quiet!

But that wasn't going to come.

Most people, like me, had shorter Friday's. One of those people just happened to be tall, blonde wolf pup. Usually, I would see him waiting outside as I headed to my Jeep, but today he seemed a little...held up.

I didn't know what was happening, I wouldn't have done anything... But unfortunately, I had been in his place one too many times before. It wasn't like I could just walk on by; I couldn't do that to anyone. Even anyone here, even though they all wanted to believe I was some evil son of a bitch.

Tall and blonde was surrounded, backed up against the lockers, but four people all taller and muscleier than him. I could already see the faint purple-blue of a forming bruise around his eye, while he clutched his stomach at the same time as trying to get out of the hold they had on him. Why he couldn't was beyond me. He was a werewolf, they were human! But I couldn't just leave him.

I dropped my backpack where I was standing in the – apart from the six of us – empty hallway, before walking towards them.

"Come on, ya little fag." the one holding him taunted. "Not even gunna fight back?"

"No, too much of a fucking pussy, aren't ya?" another cackled.

"Not so tough without ya boyfriend." the next jeered.

"No one to run to now, Princess." the last spat.

I swear, you couldn't escape the homophobic bastards wherever you went!

"Oi!" I called out, drawing the attention of all five of them. "We got a problem here?"

Now, three of the four backed up pretty quickly. I already knew most people were scared of me, hence the parting of students when I walked by... But this was just fucking ridiculous! I mean, come on!

But last one, the one holding tall and blonde against the lockers... He just looked pissed. You know how in every school, you get that one kid who tries to be hard, tries to scare everyone, tries to mess with everyone? Yeah, this guy was that kid. It's unbelievable how many of them were in jail... It was really quite funny when they tried to gang up on me.

"Piss off, ya freak." he spat. "This ain't go nothin' to do with ya."

"You would think so, wouldn't you?" I grinned, chuckling slightly. "But you see, I don't take well to pathetic people, such as yourself, who see the need to victimise others in such a way. Of course, if you feel the need to, then please, feel free to use me as a punching bag."

He actually stopped then. He stopped, dropped tall and blonde, before squaring up to me, glaring. For a moment, I thought he was going to turn away, tail tucked between his legs. Nope. He pulled back his arm, fist clenched, propelling it forward with all he had, pushing his weight behind it.

I stopped it with one hand.

"Did I forget to mention that this punching bag fights back?" I asked, innocently.

I shoved his hand back, hard enough to make him stumble a few steps backwards. I couldn't help the grin that spread across my face, taking in the look of shock and anger on each of the four faces in front of me. The three that had backed off earlier were slowly edging further and further away, eyes wide, looking pale and sick. Macho dude, well, he was red and furious! Oh well!

"Now, are you going to turn around and walk away, or will I be introducing that locker door to your head?" I questioned, stepping towards the door in question.

"Do your worst." he growled.

In all fairness, he did technically ask for it...

So, it wasn't really my fault that I grabbed onto the lock of the door I was standing by, yanking the whole thing off of its hinges. I chucked it up in the air, until I griped the sides near one of the smaller ends of the metal in both hands, holding it to the side like I was preparing to hit a baseball or something.

I got no further than that, watching as the four of them disappeared around the corner. Shaking my head, I placed the door back into the hole, leaning it at just the right angle to stay in place... No one would know it was me. I turned around, coming face to face with tall and blonde, who was staring at me curiously, just like on my first day in the school when I first saw him and his mates outside the door.

I nodded slightly, picking up my backpack once I reached it again, wincing slightly as it hit a tender part of my back.

"Y-You helped me." he stammered.

"Yes. Yes I did." I nodded, turning to face him again.

"Thanks. No one... No one ever really helps me."

"Not even your Pack of friends."

Oh, come on! Just because I couldn't come out right and say 'I know you're a werewolf', doesn't mean I can't make stupid little comments like that!

"Only if they're around. You wouldn't believe how long I've had to deal with those guys. Thanks again."

"Look, no problem. I know what it's like."

"You've been bullied too?"

"Still am."

At that, he got quiet, looking guilty, empathetic and sad all in one.

I started to walk again, heading towards the doors, but the guy took a couple of steps and he was next to me again, throwing his back onto his shoulder. To be honest, I thought he was going to get as far away from me as possible, wanting to avoid the 'freak'. But the kid, true to his wolf, just followed like a puppy. I glanced over to him every now and then, trying to figure out what he was doing, why he was walking with me and not away from me. It was just slightly unnerving.

"I'm Isaac, by the way. Isaac Lahey." he said, as we walked outside.

"Stiles Stilinski." I replied. "But you probably knew that already."

"Yeah... Look, really, thank you. For back there. I really do appreciate it."

"Don't mention it."

I chucked my bag into the back of my Jeep, just about to climb in the driver's side and leave...when there was thunder. Great. Just great. Sighing, I looked up at the grey sky – when did that happen? – before looking back to Isaac.

"Look, in two minutes, it's going to be chucking it down." I told him. "Want a lift back to...wherever you live? Beats having to wait out here in a storm."

"Really?" Isaac spluttered. "You don't have to. I mean, I don't know..."

"Do you want to get wet?"

That was pretty much all it took to get him in the car.

After giving me the directions to his house, I was driving down the road, Isaac beside me. The kid just chatted away, while I sat there, concentrating on the street names.

"Hey, why are there so many boxes in here?" he asked, as we turned a corner.

Oh fuck. The kid was a fucking werewolf, how could I lie?! I groaned internally, saying the first thing that came to mind.

"Don't have anywhere to put them yet." I told him – kind of the truth.

"Not enough space?" he asked, as innocent as a five year old at Christmas.

"Yeah, something like that."

Hey, just because he decided to come up with that, didn't mean I could make him think I was agreeing when I really wasn't. See, told you I was smart.

The rest of the drive was really just Isaac talking, mainly about the university and those idiots from earlier and how he had to put up with them through high school too. Man, if I was friends with this kid, I wouldn't leave him alone, knowing those asshats could get to him so easily! Did these people know nothing about Pack?!

I looked around, as I pulled up, mainly focusing on the house that was surrounded by the hundreds of acres of woods. The house itself was large. It looked three stories high, but I it was probably more than that – underground space. Looking it from the front, it would look like any normal house, not too special and not to large... From the side? Well, it stretched quite far back, and don't even get me started on how far it must have went down for the basement! The walls were made up of wooden planks, each corner of the house made of bricks, the same as part of the middle of the walls on the side of the house on both sides. Each floor was separated by a concrete ledge, the largest part being on the first one over the door, being held up by four pillars on the porch. Windows were equally spaced around the house, letting in enough light to brighten up the interior. The roof...the roof was flat, the edge before the concrete ledge surrounded by a metal fence of sorts. A small bump could be seen on top, probably a door that you walked through to get onto the roof. It must be nice to go up onto that roof, to lie down and look up at the stars. The view must have been great too, standing by the fence and look out on everything.

All in all, I was impressed.

"You live here." I couldn't help but say.

"Yeah, my friends and I live here with our...other friend and his uncle." Isaac said. "They took me, Erica and Boyd in and soon everyone else followed. We're like one big family really."

I nodded, still just staring at the house. Come on, you would to if you were me!

"Better than a cave." I muttered, quietly. "So, uh, see ya, Isaac."

Isaac started to climb out, thanking me again.

He stopped as soon as his hand gripped the handle.

He turned back to me, smiling a little. Friendly.

"Why don't you come inside?" he asked. "You look like you could use some coffee."

Oh, how right the kid was! I had been in all three of the coffee shops around town, and you know what? Two of them refused to serve me. When I tried the last, I thought they would do the same...instead they just made it as quickly as possible.

But I didn't know him.

I couldn't trust him.

But I couldn't find any ulterior motives behind this, just a genuine offer of coffee.

"I'll sit here until you come inside with me." Isaac threatened.

Shut up, the house was warm and the coffee was good. Besides, the kid meant it, he wouldn't move until I actually went inside the house with him. He continued to talk as he made and we drank the hot liquid, both of us leaning against the counter in the kitchen... I shuffled from foot to foot, glancing at the door. Even though this was the warmest I had been in a while, I didn't really want people to suddenly appear and see me...

But then Isaac said something. I couldn't for the life of me remember what it was, so I took my eyes off of the door and turning my attention to him. As soon as I did that though? Someone walked through the front door. And into the kitchen. I pretty much froze, turning almost mechanically towards the door, whilst Isaac just smiled at whoever it was.

It just so happened to be hot guy – black hair, kind of spiked at the front, leather jacket, black t-shirt, black jeans, black boots, muscles. He looked at me, frowning slightly, before turning to Isaac, raising an eyebrow.

"This is Stiles." Isaac said. "He helped get Chase and that lot away from me earlier."

"Hey, dude." I mumbled.

"That's Derek. He and his uncle Peter are the ones that took us all in. Now we all live in 'Hale House'."

Ok, so, Isaac was actually pretty cool. Still didn't mean I trusted the guy. Just meant he was alright...I guess. He really was like a puppy.

"You got those Neanderthals to back off?" Derek asked, disbelief clear in his voice, the eyebrow still raised.

Just before he said that was when the rest of Isaac's buddies seemed to walk through the door, hearing what Derek Hale said – nice to put a name to the face.

"Yeah, I did." I replied "People like that hit a wrong nerve; I couldn't stand by and do nothing."

As I talked, the seven people that had walked through the door entered the kitchen, all watching me, listening.

"So, uh, I'm going to head out." I muttered. "Thanks for the coffee, Isaac, I'll see you around."

Before he could reply, I was out of that door like a bat out of hell, jumping in my Jeep and heading back towards the part of the woods I always stayed in.

Derek

I didn't know what it was, but there was something about that 'Stiles' kid. But there was this spark to him, something I've never seen in a person before. And his scent, it was off, something wasn't quite right with it... But I couldn't tell what.

The kid was interesting, I would give you that.

He was... I don't know, there was just something about him that made me wonder...

"I want you all to keep a close eye on him." I told the Betas, once I heard the sound of his car down the road. "There's something about him that I can't put my finger on."

"Do you think he's a wolf?" Allison asked, leaning into Scott's side.

I shook my head, frown deepening.

"I don't know what he is." I told them. "If he is anything. That's why you are all keeping an eye on him. Find out where he lives if you have to!"

"Great, we get to babysit the freak..." Jackson mumbled.

"Give him a break. He did help me." Isaac sighed.

Rolling my eyes, I grabbed some coffee myself before heading to my room. Listening to the all bicker for too long would just bring on a migraine.

But I was probably going to get one thinking too hard about that damn kid...

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