If someone would have asked Kevin if he was gay a year ago, he would have answered with a "you're crazy!" or a "better watch your mouth, ya dork!"

But that was then.

Now if you would have asked, he would have replied with a shrug or an "I don't know, but if it happens, it happens".

Kevin was awake around 6:10. He had gotten out of bed, groaning about how much it sucked to get up so early in the evening. The teen walked to his bathroom, which, thank god, was in his room. His parents thought it'd be a good idea to let him have the second room with a bathroom, seeing as they had theirs in their room as well. He felt a tad bit chilly stepping into the bathroom, his bare feet feeling the cold of the tiled floor. Kevin usually only slept in his boxers, his excessive body heat keeping him from freezing.

Now before we get any more further with this chapter, it's best we get some background info about the red haired teen.

Kevin, like most kids in the cul-de-sac, has lived in peach creek since the day he was born. The red-head's parents had decided to move out of the main pack of the family and start fresh in a "peaceful" place. Kevin had no siblings, he was an only child. Which meant he was also a bit pampered by his mother. His father, on the other hand, was a bit strict with him.

But Kevin knew it was just to keep him safe.

Kevin had a tall, if not awkward, muscular figure, courtesy of the genes inherited from his father. That, and some freckles. On the other hand, he had received red hair and green eyes from his mother.

Kevin's chest was broad and his skin a bit tanned, now whitening from the lack of sun. The reason being that he had to adjust himself to sleeping in the day for school. It had taken most of the summer, but he had managed to get used to sleeping during the day.

Now, like I said the last time, if you haven't figured out what kind of monster the teen is, now's your chance to listen up.

Kevin's full name is Kevin Barr. He comes from a family of werewolves. Kevin's family pack was known to be one of the distant branches of the original pack that had brought all his relatives into this future. Their pack was also known for being very athletic. Being a werewolf, that also entitled that he would stop aging in his mid-twenties.

Now like vampires, werewolves also need blood in their system. The only difference was that, unlike vampires, werewolves only need about a pint or so every six months. All you've heard about turning into big furry creatures that walk on two legs, big clawed fingers and the intent to kill and destroy all in its path is fake. As are the tales of how to be turned into one.

Werewolves can change whenever they please, no full moon or some crap like that necessary. When a Werewolf transforms, it turns into a wolf that is three times bigger than the average. But don't worry, this isn't some twilight-based terrible story. No sparkling vampire and Muscly werewolf fighting over a monotone faced, weak, heroine.

Now let's get one major thing straight. Vampires and Werewolves do NOT hate each other. In fact there are plenty of marriages in this time that have brides and grooms alike as vampires and/or werewolves. Again, it's only in fairy tales.

Now the last thing that is felt needed to tell you is about the mating. The only time a Werewolf, or any monster for that matter, can mate is when they find their special one.

By special one, I mean the perfect smelling one. Each monster is destined to be with the one that they are attracted to by pheromones. The smell these pheromones produce will cause the mate or special one to automatically go into heat, or to almost instantly want to be with the producer.

Every monster has a mate. It's only in the matter of time for them to meet. Some call it love at first sight, others call it fate. Most call it destiny.

Of course, that doesn't mean there aren't those in the world who arrange mates together. But this usually leaves both monsters unhappy. As do mostly all arranged marriages.

Now, (before this crazy author gets carried away with telling you about more facts) let's get back to Kevin.

Kevin splashed water into his face as he reached for his face cleanser. He yelped in surprise when the water hit his face. It was cold. So fucking cold! He turned the faucet to hot, grumbling to himself. With lazy strokes, Kevin rubbed the soap onto his freckled cheeks, making gentle circular motions.

He then proceeded to wet his face again and wipe the white substance off. Kevin looked up into the mirror, admiring himself. Once he was finished, he studied his reflection carefully for an inspection. Sure enough, his handsome face stared back at him and he couldn't help but smirk. Perfect, the tall teen thought. Afterwards, he brushed his teeth, being rough on his canines, as they were the hardest of his teeth to clean.

After what seemed like ages (which was really only about ten minutes) Kevin deemed his grin perfectly white. With that, the teen ran a hand through his fiery locks, feeling his fingers catch some tangles on the way. Kevin continued these ministrations until three strands fell over his face. His eyes darted around his bathroom until they landed on a hat on a small little shelf. And on that shelf lay a familiar red hat, on a pillow to make it seem almost otherworldly beautiful.

Kevin reached over and picked up the object with care. His appearance could never be completed without the hat it had sentimental value he had no problem punching into people's face for it. The young werewolf placed the hat on lovingly, grinning at himself through the mirror. Raising his arms over his head, stretching his knotted muscles, Kevin headed back into his room to get some clothes for the rest of his body, because, again, he was still in his boxers. And because he was still pretty much asleep, Kevin failed to notice his high tops, neatly scattered near his bed, which he then proceeded to trip over.

He was sure as hell happy though when he caught himself on his bed stand. Kevin sighed in relief at the save, clutching onto the bed sheets for support. But for some reason, today was just not his day, god wanted to shove Kevin's awkward teen-ness into his face. After getting back up, Kevin then, again, tripped, only it was his bed sheets causing the fall this time. He yelled an "oh fuck!" As he hit the ground with a small Thump. The bed sheet flopped over him as it tangled around his body and with a huff, Kevin pulled the thing off his head, scowling with irritation.

The werewolf stood groggily, heading to his closet as if he had forgotten all about the encounter with his bedsheets. He slid a door open and grabbed a green T-shirt and a black sweater, pulling them on as he grabbed each. Then he went off to his drawers, where he found a nice pair of khaki shorts from the first drawer. He opened the one next to it and pulled out a pair of socks while he worked into his pants.

Still in his sleepy state, Kevin raised a leg up to pull on a sock, leaving him to balance on one leg. With his awkward body, this was definitely going to be a challenge. Kevin hopped about on his leg, trying to get the damn sock on as he tried to avoid tripping over his evil bed sheets, leaving him to bump the back into the wall with his window. The window faced the front of his yard, catching some of the neighborhood houses as well.

Kevin grunted, but was satisfied that he managed to pull the bloody sock on. He slumped onto the wall, already tired of the day. His attention, however, was pulled from him when he noticed the sound of giggling from outside. From where he stood, he could see the end dorks with a smaller ten he had never seen before.

Must be another nerd they met during the summer, Kevin thought. Kevin rolled his shoulders, preparing himself for another battle with the leftover sock in his hand.

Perhaps the most difficult task for Kevin was the task of getting downstairs without waking his parents on the way. It didn't take a lot to wake them, even if they were tired from working all day. Kevin always had trouble when it came to sneaking past their door when the floorboards had a thing for squeaking upon each step.

Every step Kevin tried to take, the floor would complain under the touch. Which really left him with no other choice but to run down the steps. Being a werewolf really did have it advantages, for Kevin had made it into the living room with no noise behind him. It always was great knowing you were the second fastest of all the Monsters.

He was in the kitchen sitting on the counter, munching on some frosted flakes when the doorbell rang. He swallowed what was left of his cereal and deposited his bowl in the sink before he walked around the living room to open the front door. Turning on the porch light, Kevin opened the door, only to be distracted by teal hair. Nat. Of course it was Nat. No other self-obsessed, butt loving incubus would constantly dye their hair teal except the one in front of him. At least, none that he knew of at the moment. "Kev, my fine looking man! It's been so loooooong! Great to see ya!" The teal haired teen said.

"Nat, it's only been 12 hours since we last talked, jackass."

"I know but I missed my buddy." Nat said as he grinned. The teal haired boy patted Kevin's shoulder as he entered his home. "Whatever, let me get my backpack and we can go." The werewolf replied.

Kevin went more into the living room, towards the coat closet, where just beside it, was his black backpack. When he returned, the item on his shoulder already, Nat was on his phone, mouth puckered to the side as he typed and face bored. "What? Already bored with your latest sex buddy?" Kevin asked, walking past his friend and opening the front door.

"He's not my sex buddy, he's my fuck buddy." Nat replied, following Kevin into the darkening day.

"Same shit, Nat." Kevin said as he locked the front door with his key. They walked down the porch steps and made their way to the side walk. "No, sex is when you add feelings in to the situation. Fuck is where it's just for pleasure or getting something without having he whole L-word into it." The incubus explained. Kevin stared at Nat as if he was the most stupid person on the earth. "Nat the way you explained sex is what you say for lo-"

"AH,AH,AH! Nope. Don't even say that word." Nat shoved his hands into the werewolf's face. Kevin slapped them out of the way, sighing exasperatedly to his friend.

"Whatever dude. You're giving me a ride. I have my bike at my uncle's, she's getting a paint job done." Kevin said as Nat sat on his bike. It was red and looked like it could only hold Nat's weight. "Dude, really? If I give you a ride, we'll never make it to school, let alone Naz's house." Kevin gave Nat a deadpan look.

"What?! Your heavy, dude! You got a great bod, but you're not meant for ridding in the back!" Nat told the young werewolf.

"But, hey? Look on bright side! You can walk next to me and get a great work out while you're at it!" Kevin sighed. "Whatever, man. Let's just go and get Naz. I heard the dorks around and there is no way in hell I'm letting them ruin my fist night." Nat got on his bike and paddled slowly so that he and Kevin could still continue to talk. They talked about different things, from how slept that morning and how awful it was having to get up so early in the evening. They were cut short when they saw a familiar blond waiting for them just outside her house. Naz could be seen in a white T-shirt and wearing a black skirt, which was really a rare thing for her. She wore white leggings and had her usual black convers on. On her hands were black gloves that had the fingertips exposed. Around her neck was a clear, if not light blue, tube with a black attachments that filtered water for her to breathe. You see, Naz is a mermaid. And although she has a nose on her face like most people do, she also has gills on the side of her neck. Being a water creature, Naz has two sets of lungs, both overlapping each other. One set is for breathing in air, and the other for water. It was a typically thing to be born with both sets of lungs and not unheard of in the water monster category. Her hands had webbed attachments, combining for summing and other Aquarius activities. Naz, though, was a self-conscious girl and didn't like when people stared. Funny, how she was okay with showing her slightly green and scaly skin.

Kevin always considered it a girl thing.

Naz smiled as they reached her. "Hey, dudes!" she said. "You ready for our official first day as freshman?!" Kevin grunted. "Don't make it sound all great, Naz. It just means we're fresh meat. We'll be treated like wimps if we don't watch ourselves." Naz frowned at the werewolf. "Well, you maybe. Especially with all that negative thinking." The mermaid said as she walked into step next to Kevin. Nat came up beside the werewolf and push his shoulder, mindful of not falling off his bike.

"Let the girl dream, buddy! It'll make seeing her come back crying about how you were right that much funnier."

"Hey!" Naz yelled. "You're an ass, you know that!" The girl punched the incubus' shoulder. "Ow! Dang little lady! What have you been eating?!" Nat laughed as he rubbed his arm while trying to keep balance of his bike. "Oh, I'm so glad you noticed! It's a new technique called 'punch the dumb incubus'. I think it's actually working." Naz replied, looking smug as she tilted her chin up. "From what I've felt," Nat said, "it is." Kevin rolled his eyes at his friends.

"And you call us immature." Kevin throws at the girl. Naz blushes at this. "Yeah, Naz! Looks like you're just as brain dead as us!" Nat replied, only to be punched in the arm again. "Ow!"

Jazz huffed as she walked ahead of the two, clearly more than a little mad. Kevin laughed at this.

"C'mon Naz! We were just messin' around!" The werewolf pleaded as he jogged behind the mermaid. "We're sorry!" Nat said as he peddled after them.

They got to the high school in recorded time. They had to stop for a while to allow Nat to chain his bike up. "Hey, Nat? Why are you riding your bike to school? Your rich right? Don't you have a personal driver?" Naz asked. Kevin smirked, already knowing the answer.

"Well, you see Naz, when someone is as beautiful and butt loving as I, you tend to ride your bike for two purposes. One, to exercise, and two, to look at other peoples buts as you pass by them. They don't notice you looking and you get a great view of their booty." Nat said in a matter-of-fact tone. Kevin rolled his eyes, smirking as he looked at Naz's scrunched up face. "He got grounded because one of his 'playmates' made too much noise while his folks were sleeping and his bro said he was making noise on purpose."

Nat deflated from his cheery mood. "Richard is a bastard who is always out to get me. I need to eat at some point! And it can't always just be normal food! I need some sexy bod on my plate too!" Naz's scoffed at this. "Ugh. I know you're an incubus and all, but really, dude? Some people don't want to hear what you do with others in your spare time." She told Nat. "Said boy rolled his eyes. "Now where's the fun in that? The sex is needed, it a natural occurring thing. You both know we age differently than most normal monsters. I told you I was born already looking like this. I even remember my first fuck! Pretty brunette named James. Nice ass. Needed some work on the thrusting though?"

Naz looked horrified but Kevin just shrugged it off. He already knew about Nat's first time and frankly, he didn't care. "Come on," he replied, "we need to get our schedules before the place is filled with assholes who want to change their classes." Kevin walked in through the main entrance, almost bumping into Rolf. The tall Yeti looked frantically around. "Ah! Kevin! Tell me, have you seen Gertrude? She has escaped from her haystack and has wondered around!" Kevin looked bemused at his tall friend. "Easy, there Rolf. Have you checked the kitchens yet? Mabey your pets there." The werewolf tried not to laugh at his exited expression. "Ah! Yes! That must be where she has gone! Thank you, my friend! You have made me a hay son of a shepherd!" the tall foreign boy said as he headed away in what seem like the cafeteria's direction.

Naz looked sadly at the retreating boy. "Oh, man. He'll be so heart broken. I'm already seeing his sad face." She said sadly. Kevin laughed. "Look, I found the counselor's office."

Kevin and Nat's lockers were close to each other. Naz's though, wasn't. So as they parted ways, they promised to meet up during lunch. Kevin got only two periods with Nat, and one with Naz. Nat for first hour in biology, Naz in fourth for English, and Nat again for sixth in gym. "you gunna try out for any sports this year, Kev?" Nat asked. Kevin thought a bit. "Football, definitely." He said with a convinced nod. "What about you? You gunna be lazy again or actually do something with your life?" Kevin humored himself as they walked to their lockers. "Well Football, apparently. You know you can't get rid of me that easily." Kevin pretended to scowl. "Damn! I was hoping to get rid of you finally. Looks like the torture continues." Nat grinned as he push Kevin to the side. The werewolf laughed out loud, dodging another push from his friend, being noisy all the while.

"God, Kevin. Stop being so loud! People are here to actually get an education!" Nat said, snickering.

"Whatever, man! I can do whatever I want..." Kevin became silent as breeze hit him, carrying a wonderful, delicious smell that made the werewolf react in certain areas. Kevin took in a big whiff as his eyes turned yellow, a natural occurrence when werewolf are excited. Nat noticed the changes, knowing all too well what that look meant. Nat let a wide smile plaster on his face. "Kevin, man! Control yourself down there! Junior's poking at your pant pretty noticeably!" Kevin came to almost immediately, a blush forming on his neck and cheeks. He could feel his growing bulge and shifted uncomfortably.

"Shit!" he said as he tried to cover up the tent in his pants. The whole while, Kevin swore he could hear footsteps rushing away from their hallway.