Percy POV

There's different reasons why I hate hospitals. I actually have a whole list of why I despise them. First, they are depressing. Second it smells like medication and sanitizer here. Third, someone always dies here. And they have horrible food here. Hospitals are suppose to make you feel safe and comfortable. They simply don't.

"Can I go home now?" I whined at my aunt as we waited for the doctor in the hospital room.

We were here after couple days from the mountain lion attack. When they took me to the hospital that day, they had to put stitches on my back. Now, I am finally got my stitches out. Questions rose from the doctors from how fast my wound heal but they decided to ignore it, they've seen far more weird things here in Beacon Hills. I could tell Melissa was getting annoyed from my complaints as we waited for the doctor to give me the OK signal so I can go while Melissa stayed here for her night shift. But I am tired and I just want to go home. ADHD kids and a small hospital room are never a good combination.

"Percy," she warned me with narrowed eyes.

I gulped. A furious aunt Melissa is even worse than facing a werewolf on a full moon.

"Sorry," I mumbled, slumping back on the uncomfortable hospital bed.

The clock ticked by, echoing in the room that it was making me go crazy. Finally, the door opened. I sat straight up, thanking my lucky stars as I saw the doctor scrubs. I shot up on my feet, clasping my hands together.

"Can I leave now? I've got swim practice early in the morning," I asked the doctor impatiently.

Aunt Melissa slapped my arm.

"Percy," she scolded at me.

"Oh, right. May I please go?" I corrected myself.

Aunt Melissa sighed, shaking her head at me. The doctor just chuckled at us.

"Yes, Percy, you may go home. I am going to prescribe you some medication if you start to feel some pain. However, I want to advise you to ease up on the sports. Other than that, you are good to go."

"Yes!" I pumped my fist in the air before kissing Melissa cheek goodbye. "See you in the morning, Tia!"

I shook the doctor's hand and I left the room, shutting the door behind me. I walked down the hallway before I stopped in my tracks as my ears caught something.

"Melissa, are you sure you want to prescribe these to the pharmacy? Perseus hasn't taken these medication in a while now, maybe he has progress over his condition."

"Thank you for your concern Doctor Morgan but I am dead serious about this. Couple nights ago, he had, one of his episodes. I think they are getting worse."

My back slumped against the wall as I know what aunt Melissa was talking about. My nightmare. The one where I woked up the entire neighborhood by my bloody screaming. I heard the doctor sigh before I heard him write something on a piece of paper.

"Here's a number of someone that could help if you believe he isn't progressing through his condition and that his medication isn't helping him."

"You want me to take him to, a psychiatrist?!" I heard Melissa whispered to him in disbelief.

"This could be his only help if this is getting out of hand. Please excuse me, I have another patient to talk with."

"Thank you Doctor Morgan."

Next thing I heard was the door opening and two set of footsteps walking the opposite direction of one another, going to do their job. I let their words sink in into me. Melissa thinks I'm crazy now. Just freakin great. I'm probably am but nobody will be able to fix that. I can't simply talk to somebody about how I fell in hell, literally, Tartarus. Fought not just one war but two. I lost everything because of my stupid half-brother. Oh and this place is crawling with werewolves and hunters. Yeah, I need to be locked up in the crazy house.

I clenched my fist, walking with anger this time out of the hospital. I tried to call Scott to hurry up but it went straight to voicemail. Breathing out, causing my breath to show in the cold air, I waited for Scott to show up outside of the hospital. Half an hour later, I started to consider of flame traveling or even better, take out my motorcycle and get out of here, before somebody finally showed up in front of me. I quickly slid in, slamming the door shut before sending Scott my glare. He responded by giving me an apologetic look.

"I swear on my board Scott, if you went to go see Allison, even though you two are grounded and not suppose to see each other, having sex while I waited outside for almost an hour, I am going to choke you," I threaten him lowly.

"Well, we didn't do it. There was just a lot of kissing and making out, with just less clothes."

I slammed my forehead against the dashboard in front of me.

"Did you get the groceries though?"

"Yeah."

"Oh, I gotta tell you something real quick?" I told him, my face all serious.

His face dropped a little in curiosity.

"What?" He asked.

I responded by punching him in the arm. He winced and placed a hand over his arm. This time, he shot me a glare while I gave him a smirk.

"What the hell, Percy?! What did you do that for?!"

"For ignoring my calls while you were doing it with Allison. I really hope you guys are using protection because you know her dad know how to use a gun. Also a crossbow. Maybe even a knife," I mused, causing Scott to go pale and for his jaw to drop.

"Shut up," he hissed at me as I just shrugged innocently. "Derek broke my phone today, that's why I didn't receive your calls."

"Derek Hale broke your phone? Why? What did he wanted?"

As Scott drove us back home, he started to explain to me what happened and let me tell you, this was seriously important. Derek apparently ambushed Scott, started to chase him in the parking lot while he was getting the food. He thought it was the alpha but it was actually Derek. Scott turned on the entire car alarms in the parking lot but that didn't help much as his phone went off, Allison had called him. This led to Derek to throw his phone on the wall, telling Scott to get away from distractions or he would get killed. This include Allison.

Then he started to explain to me about how Kate was sneakily pushing Allison to know more about their family secret, hunters. When Scott was leaving, he got ambushed once again. This time, it wasn't Derek. It was the alpha. He didn't do anything except draw this spiral symbol on the fogged window which was now wiped away. I just stared at Scott, slightly shock. He was clearly still spooked up about this as he gripped tightly to the steering wheel. He was all tense, that it kinda reminded me of someone. Me.

When we made it to the house, Scott was the first person out of the car. I barely managed to get out of the car after he locked the car, racing to the front door. As I was closing the door behind me, I watched in worry as Scott looked out the windows, locking them but I'm pretty sure an alpha will still manage to get in the house even when the windows are locked. Scott slightly pushed me out of the way, locking the front door behind me before running to the back of the house, probably going to lock the back door as well.

Sighing in concern, I slowly made my way up the stairs, Scott still putting the house on lockdown. Before I could even manage to step a foot in my room, someone grabbed me and tossed me to my Pac-Man arcade game. My gut hit the arcade game as I placed my hands on both side of the game, to absorb the impact. The hair on the back of my neck stood as I rolled away from my attacker to the floor. I heard Scott loud footsteps run up the stairs. I duck as the attacker swing at me. Like a football player, I tackled the person or thing to the ground floor. I easily wrestled him on the floor, on top of the attacker. Before I had the chance to punch the person in the face, the person grabbed my wooden hockey stick, that had just happened to be close to their reach. My attacker smacked my hockey stick across my face causing me to roll off of him.

I groaned as I felt the familiar taste of iron fill my mouth, a bruise I could feel already forming. I felt like my eyes rattled in my skull, my vision going blurry from the force of the hit. I had to admit, whoever this is, has one hard swing. I just blinked for one second and the next thing I knew, the person grabbed me by the throat, slamming me to my wall with my feet a foot in the air. I gasped and coughed as the fear of suffocation settled in the pit of my stomach. I had thought I've gotten over this fear but apparently I haven't as I could feel my face turn red for air and my muscles straining out painfully.

Before I could turn the attacker into ashes by bursting myself into flames, Scott finally showed up. He flicked on the lights, his eyes and mouth wide open in horror. My anger flared up as I gazed my attacker. It just happens to be the one and only, Derek fucking Hale. His eyes were blazing electric blue, baring his fangs at me. I had the very strong urge to show off my own eyes to see the shock in them but I pushed down my anger.

"Derek!? What the hell?! Let him go!" Scott shouted at him.

Derek just roared at him. I watched Scott as his heartbeat start to increase, in rage. My eyes widen as I saw his eyes flash before his entire face transformed. Scott growled at Derek before charging at him. Derek, who still had a hold of me, roundhouse Scott in the face who rolled on my bed and fell on the other side. Needing oxygen back in my lungs as my fear start to grow, I brought my knees up to my chest before using my entire strength to kick Derek off of me. Derek flew backwards, his back slamming on my bookshelf. Before gravity can push me down to my butt, I did a quick backflip in mid-air and landed back on my feet gracefully.

I leaned against the wall for support, holding my throat as I coughed. I wiped the blood that trickle the corner of my mouth, glaring heavily at Derek. Scott was back on his feet, by my side now as he was in deadly crouch, growling at Derek.

"And to think Derek, I thought we were friends," I rasped out to Derek. "You really need to stop attacking us dude, find a new hobby. I heard blogging is getting popular these days."

"What do you want?" Scott growled.

Derek stood back on his feet, his eyes and teeth back to normal with his usual scowl on his face.

"Him," Derek pointed at me.

"Him?"

"Me?"

Scott and I said at the same time.

"What do you want from me? Money? My skateboard? Advice to be more sociable?" I asked him as Scott straighten up, slowly transforming back to normal as he concentrated very hard to get his heartbeat back to a normal beat.

"Once you moved here, things started to stir up here in Beacon Hills. First, someone murders my sister. Second, animals start to act weird and the hunters came here. Scott getting bit. I found it very suspicious that once you got here, all of this started to happen," Derek accused me, his eyes narrowed at me.

It took me a couple of seconds to realize what he was trying to say.

"Wait, wait, wait! You think, I'm the Alpha?" I exclaimed to him.

When he didn't answer, I knew I was right. I couldn't help but let the chuckle escape my lips, shaking my head.

"Oh wow, you've finally lost it."

"Percy is not the Alpha. He's not even a werewolf or I would've sense it by now," Scott argued at Derek.

"Well explain how he manage to get out of my grasp?"

"Maybe you're going a bit rusty," I suggested.

Derek glared even more at me.

"He can't be the Alpha. You said that the Alpha and I have a connection and I don't feel that with Percy. Besides, he got hurt by a mountain lion a couple of days and he didn't heal like us."

"Yeah," I said out loud, pointing angrily at Derek.

"That still doesn't make him a suspect," he growled.

"You know what-," before I could charge at him, Scott restrain me, giving me this look.

I huffed angrily, prying his hands off of me as I crossed my arms across my chest.

"What else do you want?" Scott asked Derek, sounding scared and exhausted.

"What did he say to you?" Derek pointed at me, still believing I'm the Alpha.

"The Alpha, not Percy," Scott said exasperated. "Oh, nothing. We just talked about the weather and how we should have tea next time. No, he didn't talk!"

Derek just stared blankly at Scott.

"Well, did you get anything off of him? An expression? Maybe a sign of recognition," Derek eyes landed on me.

I threw my hands up in the air.

"Your unbelievable! I'm not the Alpha!"

"So you say."

"What do you mean?" Scott asked, trying to get back to the topic.

Derek sighed angrily.

"Remember your other senses are heighten. Communication doesn't have to be spoken. What feeling did you get from him or maybe he could tell us?"

"Serious?" I told him as Scott reeled back to his encounter with the Alpha.

"Anger," Scott nodded his head, agreeing with himself.

"Focus on you?" Derek questioned him in interest.

"No, no not me," Scott shook his head. "It was definitely anger. I could feel it. Especially when he drew this spiral."

"Wait, what?" Derek stopped him. "What did you just say."

By the way he reacted to this, it looked like he knew something that we don't.

"Uh, he drew this spiral on the window of my car, on the condensation you know."

Derek expression told us everything.

"You know what it means, don't you?" I questioned him.

His eyes narrowed at me, still believing that I'm the Alpha.

"No, it's nothing," he muttered, started to make his way out of my room.

"Wait, wait, wait a second," I stopped him by grabbing his arm causing him to glare at me but I didn't care.

He was hiding something from us.

"You can't do that! You can't ask me to trust you and keep things to yourself!" Scott exclaimed at Derek.

Derek ripped his arm away from my grasp roughly, rolling his eyes at us like we were annoying little kids that were getting on his nerves.

"Doesn't mean anything," he told us again, his hand grabbing the doorknob.

"You buried your sister under a spiral," I told him.

"What does it mean?" Scott finished for me.

He just stared at us and I thought he was actually going to tell us.

"You don't wanna know," he told him, his eyes looking at me for a couple of seconds before he left my room and the house.

We stood there for a couple of seconds, letting his words sink in. I wiped my mouth with my shirt, staining it with my mouth blood as Scott rubbed his eyes tiredly.

"As much as I want to figure out what sourwolf doesn't want us to know about the spiral, I'd say we call it a night," I told Scott, patting his shoulder.

He nodded his head sleepily, agreeing with me. He slowly left my room, muttering something under his breath.

"Stay away from Allison. Stay away from Allison."

I stared at his retreating form until he went to his room across from mine, shutting the door behind him. I shook my head. I quickly took off my clothes except my boxers before jumping into my bed. Once my head touched the pillow, I was snoring to sleep.

I stuffed my skateboard in my locker, digging through my backpack for some papers for my next class. I'm still amazed that I haven't blown up this school yet but you never know with my luck. I'll probably flood the gym or cause a small tornado in the library by accident. I was wearing my black converse, jeans, a black wife beater and a black jacket with my favorite shirt underneath. It was a faded dark blue shirt with a superman logo on the front. It hugged my body nicely and it super comfortable. When Stiles saw it, he huffed and scolded at me for not telling him I was wearing this shirt so he can wear his batman shirt. Then he scurried away when he saw Scott making his way towards us. I swear, those two fight like an old married couple and I have to suffer between them. Yay, please note my sarcasm.

Groaning frustrated at myself as I forgot to read the reading in Coach's class, my head snapped to the side when I heard Scott's voice, a pencil between my teeth.

"Stay away from Allison. Stay away from Allison," Scott repeated over and over again under his breath.

I quipped up my eyebrow as I watch him walk past me and towards a set of small stairs. Zipping up my backpack, I watched Scott quickly walk back down the stairs, still muttering to himself wide eyed. Looking over his shoulder, I saw Allison who hasn't noticed him. Scott walked past me again, still too worried to notice me. I slid my pencil behind my ear as I watch Scott stop in his tracks before going the opposite direction from Jackson.

"Stay away from Jackson. Stay away from Jackson," Scott muttered this time.

Still watching Scott, I shut my locker. Scott continue to mutter under his breath like a crazy person.

"Hey Scott!" I heard Lydia chirped a couple feet in front of Scott.

Scott turned his back to her, raising his arms up.

"Aw, c'mon!" Scott shouted causing people to stare at him.

Feeling sorry for Scott, I quickly walked up to Scott and clamped my hands on his shoulders. Scott jumped in shock but quickly relax once he saw who it was. Shooting him a tight smile, I lead Scott towards our class, patting his shoulders in comfort. Right when we made it to the front door of our class, Scott stopped. Wondering why he stop, my eyes stopped once I figured out why. I pushed Scott forward as both him and Stiles were having a stare down. With Scott giving him an apologetic look while Stiles scowled at him.

Scott stumble on his feet from my push but he got the message. He walked towards Stiles before plopping at the seat behind him. Stiles ignored him. Rolling my eyes in annoyance at this, I took a seat to the left of Stiles.

"Hello Percy," Stiles greeted me, ignoring the hurt look Scott gave him.

I just sighed, nodding my head at him.

It was weird. We are the three musketeers. We are not suppose to fight with each other. If we are ignoring each other, we are all falling apart. The three of us, we need each other. If one of us is gone, it's like losing a limb. We keep each other sane, especially during this time of crisis.

"Still not talking to me?" Scott asked the back of Stiles head.

Stiles ignored him causing Scott to sigh in defeat.

"Can you at least tell me if your dad is okay? I mean, it's just a bruise right? Some soft tissue damage? That big?"

"Percy, can you tell Scott that my dad has a sprain wrist when YOU saved him from a speeding car," Stiles turned his head at me, emphasizing.

"I'm not doing this. You guys just need to makeup. Don't put me into this because I'm out," I told them, raising my hands up before putting them down on my desk.

Stiles gaped at me like a fish before slumping angrily in his desk.

"You know I feel, really bad about it, right?"

Stiles still didn't say anything to him making Scott sigh again.

"Okay, what if I'm trying to figure this whole thing out and that I um, went to Derek for help."

That did it. Stiles blew angrily threw his nose, biting his lip as he grabbed his pencil by the eraser.

"If I was talking to you, I'd say you're an idiot for trusting him," said the pale, skinny, sarcastic friend of mine.

Scott eyes widen in hope when he heard Stiles voice.

"But I'm obviously not talking to you."

Scott deflated like a balloon. Stiles made a popping noise with his mouth as the bell rang, signaling for class to start. I shrugged helplessly at Scott who looked at me desperately. Knowing Stiles, and I do, he is going to crack soon. We just gotta wait. As Scott and I took out our work from our backpacks, I heard Stiles curse at himself. Next thing I knew, he turned around and looked at Scott and I.

"What did he say?" Stiles caved in.

Scott and I smiled big once Stiles came back to us. The three musketeers were back.

"He wants you to tap in your animal side and get angry? And he thinks you're the Alpha?" Stiles asked us as we left the classroom, making sure he heard right.

"Yeah," Scott and I told him at the same time.

"I mean, I can see why Derek thinks you're the Alpha. You managed to wrestle Derek to the ground, easily. Once you came, this happened. You're fit, like extremely. And-," I cut Stiles off.

"Dude, who side are you on?"

He gave me an apologetic look.

"Sorry. Either way, you're not the Alpha though."

"Thank you."

"And, okay, correct me if I'm wrong but every time you do that, you try to kill someone. And that's someone is mainly us," Stiles told Scott, pointing at me than himself.

"I know. That's what he means that he doesn't know if he can teach me. I have to be able to control," Scott told us determined.

"Well, how's he gonna teach you do that?" Stiles asked Scott.

Scott shrugged his shoulders, not knowing the answer.

"I don't know. I don't think he does either."

"Well that's just fantastic," I said sarcastically as Stiles rolled his neck.

"Okay, when do you see him again?" Stiles asked him.

"He told me to not talk about it. To just act normal and get through the day."

"When?" Stiles stopped Scott.

"He's picking me at the animal clinic after work."

"After work? Okay, that gives me the end of the school day then."

"To do what?" Scott asked him.

"To teach you myself," Stiles told him before walking towards the cafeteria.

Right when I was about to follow him, Scott stopped me by pulling my backpack.

"What?" I asked him.

"I need to ask you a favor," Scott told me, staring at me with pleading eyes with those puppy eyes.

I rolled my eyes and groaned under my breath.

"What do you want me to do?"

"I need you to stay with Allison and try to update stuff with me about her," he pleaded at me.

"I am not going to play Cupid and be your love messenger Scott," I scoffed.

"C'mon Perce please. I need to stay far away from her for her own safety."

"Why can't you get Stiles do it?" I whined.

"Cause you're closer to Allison than Stiles. Please Perce. I need someone to stay by her side and I can't think anyone better for the job than you."

"I'm pretty sure Allison can take care of herself. I mean, have you seen her loaded with bow and arrows. Should could survive in a zombie apocalypse."

"Percy!"

"Oh, alright, fine," I agreed.

Scott sighed in relief.

"Thank you so much. Also, try to keep her away from me. I owe you big time."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," I waved him off before walking inside the cafeteria.

Gripping tightly to the straps of my backpack, I walked tiredly to the lunch line. I bought myself two chili hotdogs, fries, baby carrots, and a bottle of water. Grabbing my tray, I made my way towards Allison who was sitting with Lydia before I stopped when I saw someone.

"Erica!" I shouted at her, waving my hand out for her to look.

But she was too deep into her book to notice me. Bringing my hand back down, I notice her ears were plugged in with headphones, blaring loudly. Feeling like I dork, I watched as she stood up, still reading the book before walking out of the cafeteria, not noticing me. I have been trying to talk with her ever since that mountain lion incident but somebody or someone will always get in my way. It was starting to get on my nerves. Some people were looking at me from my outburst, making feel like an even bigger dork. Shooting all of them a sarcastic look, I quickly pulled myself a chair next to Lydia.

"That was adorable," Lydia smirked at me with a preppy tone.

I just shot her a fake smile, taking a bite of my hot dog before I say something really stupid. Great way to start my lunch. Gulping down my food, I incline my head at Lydia towards Allison, who was reading a book.

"What's she reading?" I asked Lydia.

She sighed in boredom, stabbing her salad with a plastic fork.

"Some fairytale I think," she told me.

"It's not a fairytale," Allison told us. "Its a story about my family history."

I almost took a spit take from drinking my water. Oh Gods, Kate is really working on something here.

"Have you two ever heard, the Beast of Gévaudan?"

"The what of who?" Lydia and I asked at the same time.

We looked at each other, giving each other weird looks before turning our heads back to Allison at the same time. Hey, I may be a demigod and all that stuff but my myths and legends are a bit rusty. I'm still learning on this stuff.

"The Beast of Gévaudan," Allison told us like it was something everybody talks about through the day. "Listen. A quadruped wolf like monster, prowling the Auvergene in south Dordogne in areas of France during 1764 to 1767. La bête killed over a hundred people, becoming so infamous that the King Louis XV sent out one of his best hunters to try and kill it."

Not gonna lie to you, this sounded very interesting. My entire life, I've been told that legends and myths are real. It amazes me how people don't notice this stuff is real, like Allison and Lydia. But something tells me she would find out.

"Boring," Lydia commented, pointed her fork at her.

I just rolled my eyes at Lydia, listening to Allison as she continued.

"Even the church eventually declared the monster a messenger of Satan."

I covered my snicker by changing it into a cough. Allison shot me a glare, reading my snicker wrong. It just amuses me really, on the names people will state about these kind of stuff. I've been called multiple times by people the devil child because I could do stuff that they couldn't explain. Lydia hummed.

"Still boring," she stated once again, taking a bite from her salad.

"Crypto zoologist believed that it may have been a subspecies of a hooded predator, possibly a mesonychid."

"Slipping into a coma bored," Lydia interjected, taking another bite from her food.

"While others believed that a powerful sorcerer who could shapeshift into a man eating monster," Allison said the last part in a dramatic whisper.

"Like Sirius Black just minus the man eating part," I piped up, taking a huge bite of my hotdog.

Chewing, I saw the blank looks on Allison face while Lydia rolled her eyes at me.

"Sirius Black? Animagus? Could change into a dog?" I hinted at Allison.

She just looked even more confused.

"He's talking about Harry Potter, Allison. You're lucky your looks hides that geek junk," Lydia said.

I fiddle with my ring in aggravation.

"Anyways, great story by the way. How does this relate to your family?" I asked Allison.

"This," she said. "It is believed that La Bête was finally trapped and killed by a renowned hunter, who claim his wife and four children were the first to fall prey to the creature. His name was Argent."

She said the last part with a proud look and tone.

"Your ancestors killed a big wolf? So what?"

"Well, I wish I had less complicated ancestors, like Allison's. Di Immortales, my life would've been so much easier," I whispered the last part that they couldn't hear me say it.

"It's not just a big wolf," Allison told us, flipping through the pages. "Take a look of this picture. What does it look like to you two?"

Allison faced the old looking book towards us, resting her chin on top. The hotdog in my hand, lower itself to my tray as I stared at the picture. It was black and white. I could barely see the thing, looking like it was part of the fog as the pencil faded with the creature. It was hovering above dying and mauled people. I wouldn't have spotted the creature if it wasn't it's figure standing out and those eyes. They were blood red. Goosebumps rose on my skin. That creature, it resembled so much to the Alpha that it creeped me out a bit. Those blood red eyes seemed so realistic, that it actually felt like the Alpha was boring straight into my soul, being right there with us. Lydia reaction wasn't better than mine.

"Lydia? Percy?" Allison said out loud but it just went from one ear to the other.

I just kept staring at those blood red eyes, flash backing to the moment when the Alpha attacked in the movie rental store, killing somebody, and stared directly at me.

"You guys?" Allison said, this time louder.

Lydia and I finally looked away, composing ourselves.

"It's looks like a big, wolf," Lydia told Allison slowly with a smirk. "See you in history."

Shooting us a perfect smile, Lydia stood up and left us. Allison glanced at me, with raised eyebrows. I just shrugged my shoulders, taking a bite from my hotdog.

"Looks like a wolf to me," I told her, my mouth full with food.

She just sighed, going back to her book.

"How's your project going?" Allison asked me, trying to start a conversation.

"It's alright," I told her, on my second hotdog. "I mean, I already know a lot about my family history so it's gonna be easy."

I'm just going to leave out the part where I kill monsters before they kill me and that I am a child of a God, I mentally told myself. And people wonder why I don't bring my family to Career Day or something.

"Like what?"

"Well, I already know that my mom is from a Roman family and my dad is Greek-," Allison cut me off.

"Wait, so that makes you part Roman and part Greek?" I nodded my head. "And here, I have ancestors from France."

I let out a chuckle.

"I know both side of the family well," I showed her the tattoos.

"So, you know both the Greek and Roman myths?" Allison asked me, taking a bite from her food.

"Yeah, myths," I said with a super fake smile.

"Well, I bet yours is better than my ancestors killing a wolf."

"Hey, you're lucky you got some family history. It's sad really, that some people don't even know or care about their ancestors. It doesn't matter to them if their ancestors like the things they do, if they looked alike back then, or the stuff they did. Now, they've forgotten the past and those memories that they can't tell them to their kids or somebody in the future."

"That was real deep, Perce," Allison told me.

"Hey, I can be deep. I have my moments, Katniss."

"Whatever, biceps," she smirked at me.

I just stuck my tongue at her.

"Go back to your 100 year old book."

Allison just laughed in response, glancing down at her book. Eating our lunch in a peaceful silence, it was sadly ruined by the werewolf Romeo.

"Scott?" Allison said out loud, glancing away from her book and collected her stuff.

"Scott, wait!"

I quickly shot up on my feet, hoisting my backpack as I purposely ran in front of Allison. She tried to walk around me but I continue to block her. She sent me this deadly glare that I gave her an apologetic smile, stepping out of her way. I quickly jogged behind Allison as she chased Scott, who seemed to be in a state of panic. The three of us all jogged down the hallways.

"Hey, Scott, wait-," Allison was cut off when Scott rushed towards the boys restroom, slamming the door in her face.

I cringed at this action, this isn't gonna be easy or go well. Allison sighed in disappointment, looking at the door like Scott would come out and kiss her. She turned towards me and I felt guilt burn my heart as she stared up at me with those big, doe like eyes, looking so innocent, waiting for my reply on Scott's weird behavior.

"When a guy gotta go, he gotta go," was my only respond.

Thankfully though, before Allison could start questioning me on what's going on, Stiles came out of nowhere, clamped onto my shoulders. I shrugged my shoulders at Allison as Stiles dragged me away.

"I owe you," I told Stiles.

"Good to know because I gonna need your assistance right now," he told me, with this wide smile that made me hesitate a bit.

"Like what?"

"Let's just say, Batman needs Superman for help to save mankind."

"Stiles, this is gotta be the most stupidest, reckless, and craziest idea you have created in mankind. And I should know because I am the king of creating horrible plans," I told him. "This should win the Oscars award for being a horrible idea."

"So, are you in?"

"Hell yeah," I told him, grabbing my skateboard out of my locker before walking down the hallway.

Okay, let me tell you what Stiles plan is. He wants me, Percy Jackson, to distract Coach Finnstock, crazy dude, away from his office while Stiles steals this heart monitor thing and his phone for Scott. We are practically going to get expel, just for Scott. I am practically keeping track on how many times Scott owe Stiles and I. Scott manage to drag us through his shit and being the great friends we are, we just gotta go through with it.

It was still lunch hour which was good for us. Stiles and I quickly crept towards Coach Finnstock office, which is in the boys locker room. Quietly tiptoeing inside the locker room, we silently walked towards Coach Finnstock office door. It was slightly open, leaving enough space to see inside. I quietly slap Stiles on the arm as he was practically breathing down my neck. Narrowing my eyes at him, I stealthily peeked my head inside and took a quick glance inside.

He was sitting in his desk, drinking coffee as he graded some papers. I quickly took my head out, leaning my back against the wall. Stiles looked at me.

"He's inside," I whispered quietly. "Ready?"

"Yeah," Stiles said excitedly, licking his lips and rubbing his hands. "We need to hang out more often. I miss this, the mischievous duo."

"Your telling me you miss getting in trouble, with our parents scolding us, adults yelling us, or the many times when we got arrested by the cops?"

"Yeah."

"I thought I was the only one."

"Are we having a moment here?" Stiles pointed at me and himself back and forth.

"I guess so, Batman," I smirked.

He smirked back.

"I've got your back, Superman," he pat my back.

"I'm going in," I told him, gripping tightly to my board.

Making a move to get up, Stiles quickly pulled me down.

"What?"

He responded by handing me my lacrosse helmet. I gave him a confused look.

"Just in case Coach wants to swing at you with a lacrosse stick or you manage to face plant on the ground."

"Thanks for the confidence," I told him dryly, sliding on the helmet.

He responded by shooting me two sarcastic thumbs up and a wide smile. Taking a deep breath, I stood up straight and walked inside the office. Leaving the door open, Coach looked at me with my lacrosse helmet on and my skateboard in my hand. Oh Gods, this was going to be fun. Coach Finnstock just looked at me like I was an alien, his mouth opening like a fish, and his phone between his shoulder and head.

"I've gotta to call you later," I heard him say through his phone.

Still not taking his eyes off of me, Coach Finnstock locked his phone, placing it one of the drawers in his desk.

"What in the universe are you doing here, Jackson?! And why are you wearing your lacrosse helmet?! Quite frankly, you standing here is scaring the crap out of me! This is more odd when I saw my 90 year old aunt in her birthday suit!" Coach Finnstock shouted at me.

I cringed at the mental picture he gave me but I gave him a smirk, annoying him even more.

"Now, you walk out of my office and we would never speak of this ever again. Or you would be doing suicide runs-," Coach Finnstock stopped.

I cut his sentence when I grabbed his mug of coffee and poured it all over his important papers. Then, I lifted the mug up above my head, shooting Coach a smirk before letting gravity do its work. The mug shattered into a million pieces. I swear, if there was a supernatural that could change into colors faster than you can blink, Coach Finnstock will be one of them. His face quickly change from red, to purple that I saw a vein appear on his forehead. It was like I was staring at a angry bull and I'm the main source.

Gulping, I scattered the papers around so they went flying, snatching Coach favorite object besides his whistle, his megahorn. I quickly turned on my heel, placing my board on the floor before hopping on top of it.

"PERSEUS JACKSON!"

Ah, full names. That was music to my ears. Chuckling, I quickly grabbed my board as I stride up the stairs with Coach Finnstock behind my dust. Hopping back onto my board, I shot Stiles a wink as I passed by him in the hallway. I turned on the mega horn, lifting it up.

"Please make way!" I blared through to the swarm of students in the hallway.

"Excuse me!"

"Danger ahead!"

"C'mon Bobby! Lift those knees!"

"Delinquent on board!"

I was enjoying this way too much. People quickly slammed their back against the wall, creating an aisle for me to skate through. Taking a sharp turn at a corner, my eyes widen when I saw the cheerleader squad painting some sign on the floor. Before they could utter a squeal from their lips, I quickly bent my knees before springing them back, pushing myself off the ground, and onto the set of lockers. My skateboard smoothly rolled its wheels on the lockers above the cheerleaders, concentrating very hard to keep my balance. Pushing myself off the lockers, doing a 360 in the air, I landed steadily back on the ground on my board.

Pushing my board to go faster, I look over my shoulder. Coach Finnstock wasn't so lucky as I was. He stumbled on the cheerleaders posters, causing a stream of shouts from them. He managed to splatter maroon paint all over his hair and face. I chuckled under my breath but I was gonna regret this soon. Flying past by people who were recording the chase, I made my way outside, Coach Finnstock still running after me.

"Students! Please make way! All students, please make way!" I said through the megahorn.

Smirking as I saw the big stairs in front of me, I pumped my legs to go faster. Bending my knees, using a bit of my strength, I jumped down the 30 steps stairway. Feeling like time was slowing down, I was in the air for what felt like minutes but was actually seconds. The adrenaline pumping through my blood. I was holding my breath. Bending my knees again, I absorbed the land as I once again landed back on the ground. I released the breath I was holding.

"COME BACK HERE JACKSON!" Coach shouted at the top of his lungs, shaking his fists. "NOT YOU WHITTEMORE!"

"Can I take a raincheck?" I asked through the megahorn over my shoulder, riding smoothly on the concrete.

I laughed when I heard him shout out in complete rage and fury. I can picture him with steam coming out of his ears. Accelerating on my board, I quickly lost Coach Finnstock as he was blocked by a sea of other students who were watching us. The last thing I saw was him crashing into some poor guy, papers and books flying everywhere, before hitting the ground.

Doing this quick trick up the stairs while still riding my board, I swiftly rode my board through the the front entrance of the school.

"Ladies and gentlemen be careful as there is a loose Bobby!"

Everybody laughed as I made my way inside the cafeteria. I hopped on top of a table, making sure to not run over anybody's food. I shot Allison, who was in the cafeteria, a mock salute. I smirked as she shook her head at me, giggling behind her hand. Doing a front flip over a table, with my board still on my feet, people cheered when I landed stealthy back on wheels. Then all of a sudden, I saw someone that made that goofy smile appear on my lips. Zooming across the cafeteria, I quickly took off my lacrosse helmet, my hair covered a bit in sweat. Swooping my board in my hand, I bend down and gave a quick peck to the amazing honey brown eyed girl on the cheek. She jumped when she felt my lips on her skin, focused on her book and music until I came along. My lopsided appear on my mouth as I saw the blush creeping on her entire face.

"Finally got your attention, Rebel," I told her, out breath even though I wasn't tired.

I stared straight into her eyes. Green eyes boringly into her honey brown eyes, ignoring the whispers and chatter from people around us. They just seemed far away as my lips tingle when they touched her cheek. She was gaping up at me, speechless. I shot her a wink before sliding on my helmet back over my head.

"See you around."

I turned around and sprinted to the exit, hopping back on my board. Feeling even better than before, everything came tumbling down. Before I was about a foot away from the exit doors, Coach barged right through the doors. I quickly leaned back on my board, stopping it on the back of the wheels as it screeched loudly on the tile floor. Everybody quickly went quiet. I gulped as I stare at Coach Finnstock furious face. It was like I was staring down at a blood thirsty hellhound. He roughly snatched his mega horn back out of my hands, breathing heavily and nostrils flared. Hooking a finger on my lacrosse helmet, he yanked my face closer to his. I grimaced.

"You. Suicide runs. Forever. High School life," he seethed through breaths.

He lifted his megahorn over his mouth.

"MY OFFICE. NOW," he shouted in my face.

I cringed very painfully, my ears ringing painfully from the volume. I'm pretty sure he just busted my ear dreams. Without a second thought, he started to yank me angrily by the wire of my helmet out of the cafeteria. Twisting my head a bit, I smiled when I saw Erica looking at me. I quickly shot her a wave which she responded back quickly before I left the cafeteria. All I know, kissing her on the cheek, was totally worth the amounts of suicide runs I have to do.

"You, you my friend, are my idol," Stiles told me as Scott, Stiles, and I walk out in the lacrosse field. "I mean, you are a legend!"

I hiked my sports bag higher on my shoulder, holding a bag filled with lacrosse balls and two lacrosse sticks. Stiles materials needed for Scott's werewolf training.

"How are you not expelled?" Scott asked me.

"Coach wanted to kill me but he said he needed me on the team. He talked with the principal and he convinced him that my punishment will be suicide runs for my entire high school years. And that I have to do community work for him as well," I told them, devastated. "Eh, I've had worse."

"Dude, my mom is going to kill you," Scott reminded me.

"Yeah, please don't say that. Just thinking of your mom pissed at me already gives me the strongest urge curl into a ball, preferably in a ditch where no one can find me."

"Why did you even do that?" Scott asked me.

"Well, here's where you come in," I told him as I set the sports bag on the bleachers.

"Okay," Stiles breathed out, digging inside the sports bag and taking out a heart rate monitor. "Now, put this on."

Stiles handed this to Scott, who grabbed it with a confused look.

"Isn't this one of the heart rate monitors for the track team?" Scott asked us.

"Yeah," I told him, crossing my arms across my chest.

"We borrowed it," Stiles told him.

"Stole it," Scott corrected us. "That's why you made Coach chase you around school?"

"Stealing is when we permanently keeping it. We are simply using it for a while before returning it," I told him, Stiles nodded his head agreeing with me.

"Temporarily misappropriated," Stiles exasperated at Scott. "Coach use it to monitor with his phone when he jogs and you're going to wear it for the rest of the day."

"How do you know Coach where's that when he jogs?" I suddenly asked Stiles.

"I just know, Perce!" Stiles spazzing out.

"Isn't that Coaches phone?"

"That we stole," Stiles told Scott.

"Why?"

"Okay, you feel your heart rate start to rise, right? Once you shift?" I asked Scott.

Scott nodded his head.

"Alright, when your playing lacrosse, being with Allison, whenever your getting angry. Maybe to control is tied to controlling your rate," Stiles explained to him.

"If keeping your anger in check by keeping your heart at a average beat, maybe you can actually control the wolf side," I added on.

Scott's eyes widen a bit.

"Like the Incredible Hulk?" Scott smiled.

"Kinda like the Incredible Hulk, yeah," Stiles muttered.

"No, I'm like the Incredible Hulk," Scott stated proudly.

"Yes Scott, your exactly like the green huge giant that wears purple pants," I rolled my eyes.

"Just put on the strap," Stiles snapped at Scott.

Scott then wrap the heart monitor around his torso as I grabbed the duct tape from the sports bag. I handed this to Stiles as Scott finished strapping the heart monitor on him. I began spilling the lacrosse balls on the field in a pile as Stiles began to tie duct tape around Scott's wrists behind his back.

"This isn't exactly how I wanted to spend my free period, you know," Scott told us over his shoulder.

"Yeah well, I didn't want to spend my entire high school life doing suicide runs," I shot him a sarcastic smile as I twirled my lacrosse stick in my hands.

Scott shot me a apologetic look as Stiles jog towards my side, his lacrosse stick in his hands.

"Okay, ready?" Stiles asked him.

"No," Scott quickly responded.

"That's the spirit," I winked at him, giving him a cheeky smile.

"Remember don't get angry," Stiles told Scott.

"Starting to think that this is really a bad idea," I heard Scott muttered under his breath as Stiles press the app on Coach phone.

"Do the honors. You first," I told Stiles.

"Why thank you," Stiles bowed at me before rolling a lacrosse ball that was in the ground in his lacrosse stick.

Stiles arched his arm back and launched the ball at Scott. It hit him square in the stomach. Scott grunted in pain, staggering back a bit and hunched over a bit before straightening back. My turn. I rolled the ball in my lacrosse stick, bouncing on the balls of my feet. Taking a couple steps forward, I hurled the ball at Scott, purposely aiming his leg. Scott face twisted, jumping up and down in pain, shaking his leg.

I looked over the phone and saw that his heart rate increased from 115 to 125 fast. Stiles laughed in giddy, almost reminding me of the Jokers laugh. I couldn't help the smirk that appeared on my lips as I hurled another lacrosse ball at Scott, hitting the other leg. Stiles fired another lacrosse, hitting Scott squared in the face. Stiles and I both laughed as we heard Scott groan in pain.

"Okay, that one kinda hurt," Scott strained out through the pain, trying to shake it off.

"Quiet," Stiles order Scott. "Remember your suppose to be thinking about your heart rate, alright. About staying calm."

"Don't get angry," I smiled as I tossed another lacrosse ball at Scott.

Scott closed his eyes, bouncing on his feet like that was going to help to ignore the pain.

"Stay calm, staying calm!" Scott grunted as we kept hitting him with lacrosse balls. "Staying totally calm. There's no ball flying towards my face-Argh!"

"Nice," I told Stiles as he hit Scott on the shoulder.

We continue to hurtle and launch lacrosse balls for a couple more minutes. Stiles was having more fun with this than I was. He was hitting Scott a lot more harder and aggressively than I was. He was hitting Scott in the face, neck, and stomach while I just hit him in the arms and legs. When I hit Scott right in his knee, Stiles launched a lacrosse ball directly at Scott's family jewels. I winced for him as Scott hunched over in agony, his breathing heavily.

"Son of a bitch!" Scott shouted out in pain.

"Hey, I think my aim is actually improving," Stiles smiled cheekily as he twirled his lacrosse stick.

I just laughed.

"I wonder why," Scott grunted out.

"Ah, ah, ah, don't get angry," Stiles told Scott as his heart rate went to 130 and increasing.

"Not getting angry," Scott mumbled.

We continue hurting Scott with lacrosse balls. After a couple more minutes of hurtling balls at Scott's face and chest, he started to breathe even more heavily.

"Stop, just wait-," but Stiles didn't let Scott finish his sentence as he hit Scott with another lacrosse ball.

Scott screamed out in pain and in anger. He fell to his knees and placed his face on his knees. Scott was grunting in pain, breathing heavily, and I didn't need the heart monitor to know that Scott's heart rate has increased. I could hear it all the way from here. I quickly grabbed Stiles arm before he could launch another lacrosse ball, pointing at Coach phone. It went from 150 to 160 fast.

"Scott?" Stiles asked him.

Scott responded by ripping the duct tape apart behind his hands. I quickly shoved my lacrosse stick at Stiles chest before sprinting towards Scott. If he was going to wolf out in the open, I had to stop him from hurting anyone. I squatted right in front of him as he digs his hands in the dirt.

"Hey, hey, listen to me Scott. Just listen to the sound of my voice. Don't get angry," I told him calmly.

"I'm trying," he grunted as he gripped the dead grass.

"Your doing great. Just listen to my heartbeat. Try to slow it down by taking deep and long breaths."

Scott slowly did what I told him to do and I sighed in relief when I listened to his heartbeat. It was slowing down. Stiles walked up to us, the phone beeping loudly but not as loud as before.

"Scott?" Stiles said again as Scott looked up at us. "You started to change."

"The anger," Scott said between breaths. "It was more than that. The anger I got, the stronger I felt."

"So it is anger. Derek's right," Stiles said.

"I can't be around Allison," Scott panted with a pain look.

"Just because she makes you happy?" Stiles asked him perplexed.

"No because she makes me weak."

"That's gotta be the most stupidest, ridiculous, absurd thing I have ever heard in my entire life Scott McCall. And I am the master of saying and hearing stupid and weird things," I ranted at Scott as we came back to the locker room. "You are not going to ruin things with you and Allison cause I'm already waiting for the title of being a godfather to your children."

"Hey, why can't I be Scott's child godfather?" Stiles whined at me

"Cause I'll make a cool godfather," I stated obviously. "Don't worry though, I'm pretty sure they won't have just one kid. Werewolf and all."

Stiles nodded at me.

"Guys!" Scott snapped at us, looking at us weirdly. "Now is not the time for thinking about being my children's godfathers!"

"Sorry," we both muttered at the same time.

"Alright, you stay away from her for a few days, you can do that," Stiles told Scott as he stored his lacrosse stick.

"It would be difficult but not impossible," I said as I slid off the sports bag from my shoulder to the floor.

"But is it a few days or forever?" Scott asked, having this wounded look like a kicked puppy.

"You know this whole women make you weak thing is a little Spartan warrior for me," Stiles exclaimed.

I nodded my head, entirely agreeing with Stiles.

"Maybe you don't have to stay away from Allison. I mean, how do we actually know she is making you weak and is actually doing the opposite of that," I argued.

"It's probably just the learning process," Stiles added on what I was saying.

Scott faced the lockers, banging it softly with his fist.

"I mean, you've seen Derek. I mean the guy is totally alone. What if I can never be around her again?" Scott asked defeated.

"Okay A, your nothing like Derek. I mean have you seen this dude social skills. Its no wonder he doesn't have anybody with him because maybe he prefers to be by himself. And B, we always find a way through this. We always have a plan."

"If your not dead, that could be a good thing though," Stiles said causing me to shoot him a glare.

He shrinks back.

"I'd rather be dead," we heard Scott mutter.

"Okay, you're not gonna end like Derek," Stiles sighed. "Alright, we'll figure it out, just like Perce said."

"Okay."

"C'mon, lets get out of here. I promised Allison to help her with her history thing," I told them.

"Something smell terrible in here anyways," Scott mumbled, slinging on his back.

"Really, in a boys locker room? That doesn't make sense at all," Stiles told us, his tone laced with sarcasm.

"No, it's like something is rotting or dying," Scott explained.

"Gross," I wrinkled my nose as we left the locker room.

Scott was right, something did smell like it was dying. Like a dead corpse decomposing. I caught a whiff of it when I left but it was pretty strong and fresh too. Whatever it was, it was either dead or almost dead.

I sighed tiredly as I slammed my back against the set of lockers, sliding to the ground next to Allison. She looked at me with raised eyebrow from my dramatic entrance. I just smiled at her. She rolled her eyes.

"I thought you were expelled," Allison told me, going back to her book.

"Does no one here have any confidence for me? I feel very hurt. Wounded. Distraught," I placed my hand over my heart.

"So your telling me you weren't punished for that stunt you did?"

"Oh no, brutally punished, yeah, defiantly. Community service and suicide runs until my funeral," I smiled.

"Why did you do it in the first place?" Allison questioned me.

"High School memories."

"And you're proud of that? On what you did?"

"Deeply."

"You're an idiot," Allison snorted.

"I prefer the term delinquent. I'm not an idiot, I'm just slow."

"I'm surprised you even came. I thought you would be making out with Erica Reyes with that peck on the cheek incident," Allison told me, a cheeky smirk rising on her lips.

I felt my face burn painfully as a blush crept from my face down to my neck.

"Hey, at least I didn't steal a condom from my aunt and getting caught with it," I shot back.

Allison looked at me wide eyes and mouth, gasping in shock. She hit my shoulder with her book.

"You swore we would never speak of that ever again," she laughed, finally stop hitting me.

"I didn't swore anything. Now stop hitting me. Dang, do you got a swing," I mutter under my breath, rubbing my shoulder.

She stuck her tongue at me. I reached into my backpack and took out a Greek book that I checked out from the library. I just looked at the title of the book and I already start to get a headache when the letters started to move and swim around by itself. Sighing in frustration, I reached back into my backpack and took out my glasses. Pushing the glasses up on the bridge of my nose, my Dyslexia finally stop attacking me. Opening the book, I look up and saw Allison staring at my glasses with a questionable look.

"What?" I said a bit offensive, shifting a bit.

"I didn't say anything."

"They're my reading glasses."

"They look good on you."

"Just read your book, Katniss."

Allison just laughed. Listening to What've I Done by Linkin Park, I started to refresh my memory of my Greek mythology even more. We just sat there, in an empty hallway, reading our books in complete comfortable silence. It was nice. Of course, it had to be ruined. My nose wrinkled when the smell of something dying hit my nose once again. Looking up, I bit back the groan that wanted to escape my mouth as Jackass Whittemore sat next to Allison. Allison and I looked at Jackson with questionable looks. Mine was more harsh than hers. Gods he reeks. Did he rolled over roadkill before coming to school?

"What are you reading?" Jackson asked Allison pointedly as I turned off my music.

"Oh hey, just stuff for a history project," Allison told him, playing with her new necklace that Kate gave her.

Jackson hummed. The once comfortable silence was now replaced by an awkward tension in the air. It made me want to slam a locker door over my neck. Allison looked at me, giving this look that says Why is he sitting with us?

"Why are you sitting next to us?" Allison elbowed me in the ribs. "Did you had a free period or something?"

"Nah, I just don't like sitting through chem," Jackson looked down at Allison.

"Understandable," Allison said.

We sat there for a couple more seconds. Me, having ADHD, I couldn't stand it.

"I'm sorry, do you want something?" I asked rudely.

Jackson, for a couple seconds, stared at Allison a bit creepily.

"Actually, um, yeah. I wanted to talk," I scoffed from this. "I realized I have been a jerk to you, Percy, and especially to, Scott. And I just wanted to say I'm sorry."

I didn't believe a word that Jackson said. I know guys like Jackson. They will manipulate you mentally and emotionally to get what they want. Allison had this look on her face, just like mine, that she wasn't totally convinced.

"I'm serious," Jackson added.

"Yeah, okay," Allison told him. "I believe you're being serious but I'm not so sure you're being so sincere."

Allison said the words that was on my mind. Except a whole lot nicer and no swear words. Jackson sighed.

"Do you know what it is like to be the best player on the team? Hmm? To be the star?"

His words echo in my ears as I gazed at a spot in front of me. My memories started to reel back to the past. Back in Camp Half-Blood, where everybody looked up to me as their leader. Okay back then, I didn't wanted to be a leader because of the pressure. But I do miss my friends that I thought they had my back.

"To have every single person at the game chanting your name?"

The Second Titan War and the Giant War. Where people actually believed in me. When I was their hero after sacrificing so much for them. When I was important and wasn't treated like a freak. Where I actually belong and called a family.

"And then some kid, some kid just comes along and everybody just starts looking at him instead of you," Jackson stated rapidly and angrily.

I clenched my teeth when I thought about Austin Reed. He ruined everything for me. He destroyed my life. He destroyed my family. He ripped everything that I care about and stole right out of my hands. He's the reason why I have been branded as an outcast and a traitor by my old family. He's the reason why I lost my first love. He's the reason why I was disowned by my father. He's the reason why the Gods doesn't see me as their hero and savior, now I'm there enemy. Austin Reed took my life away from me. Just thinking of what that worthless half-brother of mine did to me, makes me want to burst into flames or destroy something.

"Do you know what that feels like?"

"Yeah, I do," I shake slightly in anger, my voice tight and strain from my anger.

They both looked at me, not expecting me to answer. I didn't look at them, too busy trying to calm down my anger.

"I don't," Allison mumbled.

"Well, it feels like something, that something has been stolen for you. And then you start to feel like you would do anything, anything in the world to get it back."

"Anything to get back to how things use to be. The one that you deserve to have instead of being ripped away from you. Something that you work so hard to earn," I said.

As much as it physically pains me, I see where Jackson was getting at. I understand what he was feeling. Jackson gave me look that didn't want me to punch his face. Allison looked at me in wonder.

"Haven't you ever learn that there is no 'I' in 'TEAM'?" Allison smiled kindly, trying to ease the tension.

"Yeah but there is a 'ME'," Jackson said dead serious.

Allison and I sat there uncomfortable. All understanding with Jackson just decreased by a half. Maybe even more.

"Ha, that was a joke," Jackson lied, trying to smile and laugh it off to look more believable.

Allison gave out a fake laugh while I just sat there, looking at Jackson with narrowed eyes. Jackson laughed along with Allison, who was still giving out an uncomfortable laugh. Jackson rubbed the back of his neck.

"You must really, really hate me," Jackson laughed.

"Well," I drawled out before Allison elbowed me in the ribs.

"Not at all," Allison gave him a kind, dimpled smile.

I wasn't liking this at all. Jackson and Allison. It didn't settle with me right.

"You sure? Because, I'm not a bad guy," Jackson told Allison.

"No, you're just a complete asshole and jackass," I muttered under my breath.

"I mean yeah, I make stupid mistakes a lot but I'm not bad. I really like you," I full on glare by now at Jackson. "And Scott. I really, really like you both and I wish that you guys like me."

I feel totally ignored and left out here. What about Stiles? Lydia? Me? Allison just nodded her head awkwardly.

"I want to get to know you guys better," he leaned closer to Allison, making her uncomfortable. "So, what are you reading?"

Lucky for Allison, the bell rang. I quickly grabbed my things and stood up. I helped Allison with her things and back into her feet. Jackson stood up as well. I quickly stood in front of Allison protectively as she hugged her stuff closer to her chest as I glared at Jackson.

"Sorry, we've got class to get too," with that I dragged Allison away from creepy Jackson.

"What was that all about?" Allison asked me, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear.

"I don't believe a word that he said, about trying to make amends and everything. He's up to something and he was creeping me out. I mean, that dude was gettin all close to you," I told Allison.

"Well, dad," she emphasized on dad. "Maybe he's trying to be a better person. I mean, people can change."

"I still don't believe him. He's up to something and I don't like it," I told her seriously.

"Let's go, sit, sit, sit," Coach Finnstock told everybody in the classroom as the bell rang. "We have a lot to cover today, lets go."

Out of all of my classes, this is the main one that I was dreading of coming to. I was now hating the fact the they do a system where they change classes, halfway through the first semester. With the incident with the skateboard and the mega horn with Coach, I had a feeling Coach Finnstock was going to put me on the spot in front of the whole class. Walking with Allison in Economics, I ran a hand through my hair. Allison quickly followed right behind Scott, going to her usual spot behind Scott.

"Hey, Percy, Stiles, sit behind me!" Scott whispered at us.

Remembering that Scott was trying to avoid Allison, Stiles and I quickly scrambled towards the seat behind Scott. I had one leg over chair while Stiles had one of his legs next to mine, leaning on me to keep balance. We stopped, smiling awkwardly as Allison stood next to her desk, claiming it. She shot us a sickly sweet smile, with a slight narrow eyes.

"Oh, hey, is this your seat?" I casually asked her as Stiles and I stood on one leg.

"Yeah," she told us.

"Yeah," Stiles and I repeated in sync, jumping a bit and getting our legs off of the desk.

Allison gave us a friendly smile, sliding in her seat. Stiles and I just stepped back a bit.

"Since when do you wear glasses?" Stiles questioned me.

"Their my reading glasses," I told him.

"But your vision is perfect. 2o/20. I've read it from your records," Stiles told me.

"W-You read my records?" I asked him perplexed.

"Not important. Why are you wearing glasses?"

"I'm Superman, remember. Kent Clark," I gave him a cheeky smile.

I took my seat, which was always next or in front of Erica. Shooting Erica a smile, which she responded back with one, I sat in front of her. I twisted in my seat so that I can face her.

"Hey," I smiled at her.

"Hey," she breathed out, that smile still on her face. "Do you enjoy getting in trouble?"

"Eh, sometimes," I shrugged my shoulders.

Erica just laughed at me.

"You-Your crazy."

"Everybody is crazy, Rebel," I told her. "I'm just a bit more crazier than average."

We just stared at each other before I cleared my throat.

"I was actually wondering, if you weren't busy tonight that you would like to-," before I had enough ounce of courage to ask Erica out on a date, Coach Finnstock slammed a stack of books on his desks.

"Let's settle down. Eyes forward," Coach Finnstock order the entire class with his usual loud voice.

I sighed angrily, closing my eyes briefly before opening them again. Shooting Erica a awkward smile, I slowly forced myself to face the front, placing my face in my hands. Gods, that was embarrassing. I just made myself look like a dork. What is happening to me?

"Let's start with a quick summary of last night's reading," on cue, people raised their hands, minus a few people including me.

I sinked in my chair, wanting to bang my head on the desk repeatedly until I get a concussion. I totally forgot about the night's reading. I was too busy at the hospital last night getting my stitches out and getting manhandled by a sour wolf who crazily believes that I'm the alpha.

"Greenberg, put your hand down. Everybody knows you did the reading. How about, uh... McCall."

"What?" Scott's head snapped up, his expression oddly reminding me of a scared puppy that has been caught peeing on the carpet.

"The reading," Coach Finnstock repeated, leaning in front of his desk.

"Last nights reading?"

I ran and pull my hair stressfully. C'mon Scott.

"How about, uh, the reading of The Gettysburg Address?"

A few people laughed.

"What?" Scott asked in confusion.

"That's sarcasm. You familiar with the term 'Sarcasm,' McCall?"

"Very," Scott looked over his shoulder at Stiles and I.

Stiles just leaned back, shooting Scott a wide spread smile. I just send Scott a two-finger salute before pushing my glasses up on the bridge of my nose.

"Did you do the reading or not?" Finnstock asked Scott.

"Um... I think I forgot," Scott stuttered out.

"Nice work, McCall. It's not like your averaging a 'D' in this class," cue laughter. "C'mon buddy. You know I can't keep you on the team if you have a 'D'."

Cue, more tugging on my hair when my ears perked up as I heard the sound of the heart monitor and Scott's heart start to pick up. Oh Gods.

"How about you summarize, uh, the previous night's reading?" Coach Finnstock tried.

Scott shook his head. Stiles looked at me in slight alarmed as he holds Coach phone with the heart monitor app.

"No? How about the, uh, the night before that?" Coach tried again.

Scott didn't say anything, just glanced at his desk. He was getting angry.

"How about you summarize, anything you've ever read, in your entire life?" Coach mocked him.

I rubbed my face, in complete stress as I watch Coach humiliate Scott in front of the entire class. And Scott wasn't reacting to this very well.

"I, uh...," Scott said.

"No?" Coach Finnstock cut him off. "A blog? How about, uh, how about, uh, the back of a cereal box? No?"

Stiles rubbed his buzz cut hair while I fiddle with my ring, shifting in my seat. We were both nervously glancing at Scott.

"How about the adults-only warning from your favorite website you visit every night?"

I am really, really, really hoping that Coach Finnstock would just stop, to just shut up right now before Scott claw his throat out. His heart was beating fast, practically almost inhuman.

"Anything?"

Scott just sat there in silence, struggling to stay calm.

"Thank you, McCall, thank you," Coach Finnstock told him, walking to his desk calmly before he pounds his fists on top of it. "Thank you, McCall! Thank you for extinguishing any last flicker of hope I have of your generation! You just blew it for everybody!"

Just when Scott's heart rate hit a 160, it started to slow down. I straighten up when I heard his heartbeat slowing down, back to normal. Stiles and I shared confused looks, looking back at Scott. A smirk rose on my lips as I saw Allison and Scott holding hands. Their fingers were intertwine and all that romantic gushy stuff. Allison calmed him down. Allison is Scott's anchor. Despite everything going good and Scott's anger going away, Coach Finnstock wasn't done.

"Next practice, you can start with suicide runs with your buddy Jackson here!" Coach Finnstock point his hand at me.

I fiddle with my ring even more as Coach stalk towards me, stopping in front of me. I cast my eyes on my desk.

"Following the footsteps of Jackson here, McCall? Tattoos? Getting held back a grade? Disrupting and vandalizing on school property?"

I clenched my fists as Coach continues. I respect Coach, I do but sometimes he can be a real ass.

"You may have a great life now, with being captain of the swim team, in the lacrosse team, average grades, and no worries," each word he spoke was pissing me off. "But I've known guys like you, who will be serving me a double cheeseburger or be washing my car in the future."

I looked around as people started to laugh. My eyes caught Stiles, Allison, and Scott's worried looks. Mainly Scott. I'd bet he could hear my heart racing in anger all the way home. I also felt Erica's gaze behind my head.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't look at them. Look at me," Coach snapped his fingers at my face. "What happened to your tough act when you poured coffee all over my papers and made me chase you around the school? Not so tough and bad anymore, now how?"

I started to bounce my leg up and down when people started to laugh even more. My fists started to shake and I quickly hid them when I saw a bit a steam start to come out of my hands. Coach was getting me angry.

"Tell me Jackson, what's your plans after high school?" Coach slammed his palms on my desk, making everybody to jump in their seat and go quiet.

I didn't flinch though. I just stared at him, biting my tongue so hard that I started taste blood, in order to keep my big mouth shut.

"Uh, any colleges you have in mind? Not one? No?" Coach continue to taunt me.

I just stayed quiet as the entire room got quiet. My breathing started to pick and I could feel my heart hammering furiously on my ribs.

"Well, what about a career? A doctor? No? Firefighter? An artist? Nothing?" Coach Finnstock shouted in my face.

"Thank you Jackson, for throwing your life in the trash cause you won't grow up!" Coach yelled in my face.

Grow up? Grow up! I seethed mentally.

"Thank you for disappointing this generation! Thank you for disappointing me! Disappointing yourself! And disappointing your own parents, for they have to suffer with a trouble kid who won't grow up!"

Every bone, every muscle in my body just froze and stiffen. I clenched my teeth so hard, I was afraid that I was going to crack them but right now, I was too mad to care. My body started to shake in complete and utter rage. I stopped breathing. My face turned red as I glared venomously at Coach. My knuckles popped, turning a deadly white.

"Coach," I heard Stiles breathed out, almost surprised.

But Stiles voice seemed to be so far away. I could hear my heart beating through my ears like drums. Fast and loud beating drums. I quickly shot up to my feet, my fists curl on my sides. I saw Erica cautiously reach her hand for mine but she was hesitant as I loom and glare down at Coach Finnstock. Coach Finnstock looked at me in shock, taking a couple of steps back. Everybody was quiet and staring at me. My muscle straining out, I quickly grabbed my backpack and marched out of the room.

"Percy," I heard Erica's distant voice behind me but I had to leave, before I destroy something.

I sprinted down the hallway, looking down at the ground with clench jaw as my eyes burst into flaming, blue orbs. Concentrating on trying to get my powers in control, I didn't notice Erica running behind me. I just ran.

Once I jumped in, I felt that all of my problems were washing away. Once the water touched my skin, I felt like I was being cleanse off of every negative things in my life. The only place I know for sure that I can go to when I'm in a bad mood, is the main reason why I stripped out of all my clothes except for my boxers and head dive perfectly in the school swimming pool. Everybody was still in class, so I had the pool all to myself.

My eyes finally went back to normal and I started to calm down. I stayed underwater for a couple of seconds, staring in front of me at the empty pool. The pool was so clear and blue, it looked pretty to me. Everything seem to just stop as I was underwater. The light streamed in the pool, creating a stream of light to angle in a way. I breathed in, closing my eyes briefly.

Breathing out, creating bubbles to form in front of me, I opened my eyes back again. I looked up, raising my arms straight up and pushed myself to the surface. Whipping my wet hair to the side, water droplets on my face. I started to swim forward, needing to release some steam. My muscles worked their jobs, practically gliding through the water. When I reached to about the middle of the pool, I took in a deep breath on instinct and submerge back underwater. All noise seemed to be block, everything looking clear as I went underwater.

Kicking my legs, I pushed myself to the very bottom of the floor of the pool. I just sat there at the bottom of the pool, my legs criss-cross as I just looked around. Opening my mouth, I started to breathe normally underwater. I love being in water. It calms me. It brings me to peace. It was addicting, that I can't get enough of being in water. Its just the feeling of being in the water. Here, everything was peaceful. Time here just seems to slow down or just stop completely. In here, I'm in my own world instead back in the real world. Back in the real world, everything seems to be moving too fast. Moving too quickly. Moving too painfully. With a lot of pain and hurt following with it. Down here, it's just me, no problems.

I don't know how long I was underwater. It could've been minutes or seconds but it felt like hours to me. All I know, is that when I glanced back up, I saw watery figure standing near the pool. Furrowing my eyebrows in confusion, I pushed myself off the bottom of the pool and swam to the top. When my head came out of the water, I faked gasping for air, pushing my hair that stuck to my forehead. Turning my head at the person, I wasn't the least surprised on who it was. Sighing, I swam smoothly to the edge of the pool where Erica was standing at.

"I was looking for you," she told me, her voice echoing in the empty swimming pool.

"How did you find me?" I questioned her, supporting myself on the edge.

"I told myself, if I were Percy Jackson, where would I be? I quickly ruled out the library. I thought about the cafeteria until it hit me. And here you are," she told me, raising her arms up before bringing them back to her side.

I just looked at her, with raised eyebrows. After a moment of silence, I pushed myself out of the pool, standing in front of her. I heard her gulp slightly as she took a look at me before casting her eyes into mine. I pushed my soaked hair back as she quickly handed me a towel which she had in her arms.

"Did you seriously went swimming in your boxers?"

"Well, it was either swimming in my clothes, just my boxers, or go skinny dipping," I told her, drying my hair with the towel.

Erica's face went slightly red.

"Oh-um, good choice then," she stuttered out, crossing her arms across her chest.

I just nodded my head, wrapping the towel around my waist. I walked towards the bleachers and took a seat. Erica slowly sat next to me. We once again just sat there in silence. We didn't say a word.

"Coach is an ass," Erica finally said, breaking the silence that was around us.

It might've not been the right thing to do at this moment but I couldn't help to let out the chuckle under my breath. Erica laughed with me. Tilting my head to look at Erica, all of my stress, anger, and problems seemed to just vanish as I stare at her. Noticing how the corner of her eyes crinkle up. When she laughs, she tries to keep the volume down cause she thinks her laugh is unattractive but I love making her laugh, just to hear it.

"How do you that?" I asked her, when we stop laughing.

"Do what?" She asked me curiously, playing with her hair.

A habit of hers that I notice.

"Be utterly and completely amazing," I breathed out.

"I'm no-not amazing. I'm just me," she told me humbly.

"Being you, is amazing enough to me."

We just stared at each other, her eyes wide open and innocent as she looked at me. She bit her lip before breaking our gaze, looking down at her lap.

"You shouldn't listen to what Coach said to you. Your not a disappointment."

"Maybe I shouldn't but it's the truth," I told her.

She opened her mouth but I stopped her.

"He's right Erica. I-I don't know what I'm gonna do in the future. I don't know what college I want to go to or if I want to go to college. I don't know what I want to be or what I wanna do. I-I," I stopped, clenching my teeth and staring in front of me.

I stiffen but quickly relaxed when I felt Erica's hand intertwine with mine.

"It's okay to not know yet. It's also okay to be scared about the future," Erica told me in a soft voice. "We still got 2 years left to think about this kind of stuff. We are still teenagers."

"Sometimes, I keep forgetting how young I'm actually am. I feel older and worn out everyday," I confessed. "2 years can fly by fast, you know."

"Then, we just gotta slow it back down then," she smiled at me. "You know, it's okay to be scared about somethings. You can cry, scream, shout all you want. It's just a part of who you are."

"I've stopped crying when my mom die," I told her. "Thats been almost 10 or 12 years. Haven't cried since then."

"You don't always have to be tough."

"Yeah, I know but I can't afford to be scared. Not anymore, for people around me. If I'm not strong for other people, who else will be?"

"Themselves. Sometimes, people have to be strong for theirselves."

I squeezed our connected hands, letting her words sink in. We were back in silence.

"You should probably go change, the bell is about to ring," Erica told me quietly.

"Yeah," I said back quietly but I didn't make a move to get up, just continue to look at her.

We just stayed there before Erica jumped on her feet, her hand leaving mine. I sighed under my breath before getting up, standing in front of her.

"Go change. I have to go home and study," she told me, a smile on her face.

"Ok, ok," I told her, raising my hands up.

She laughed at my antics before wrapping her arms around me. I responded by hugging her back tightly before reluctantly letting go.

"See you tomorrow?"

"Definitely," I told her as I scooped up my clothes from the ground. "Bye Rebel."

"Bye Bruce Lee," she smiled at me.

She did something that made my face go red. She kissed my cheek quickly before quickly walking towards the doors. My hand quickly went to my cheek, feeling the electric touch of when her lips touched my cheek. They were soft, leaving a tingly feeling on the spot. A goofy smile spread on my cheeks, heading to the locker room. Erica Reyes was amazing, alright.

After changing back to my original clothes, minus the glasses, I walked back to the hallway. Just in time, the bell went off. Walking towards Scott and Stiles as I spotted them, I listened in what they were saying.

"-At least not like how you were trying to kill me or Percy," I heard Stiles voice ahead of me. "She brings you back is what I'm saying."

"No, no, no, but it's not always true, because literally every time I'm kissing her or touching her...," Scott started before Stiles stopped him.

"No, that's not the same," Stiles quickly told him. "When you're doing that, you're just another hormonal teenager thinking about sex, you know?"

There was a pause of silence and I didn't have to look at Scott to know he has this smirk and daze look on his face.

"You're thinking about sex right now, aren't you?" Stiles stated more than ask.

"Yeah. Sorry," Scott apologized but he didn't sound sorry.

"That's fine. Look, back in the classroom when she was holding your hand, that was different, okay? I don't think she makes you weak. I think she actually gives you control," Stiles explained.

I flashed back to when I was talking to Chaos about losing control over my powers.

"What I find sickly ironic, is that both you and McCall seem to be having the same struggle," Chaos mused, picking up a broken shield. "Both of you are afraid of this new great power that you both hold inside of you. It's like giving a child a brand new toy, afraid of breaking it. The child is afraid of breaking their new shiny toy that they rarely play with it, forgetting all about it. A sad waste really. What I am trying to say, it is normal to be cautious of this power. But don't be afraid of it. Embrace it and reach you're true potential. Perseus, the power that you hold inside of you, is going to save and protect people around you, because that is who you are."

Chaos grabbed both of my shoulder, making me look in his eyes.

"But what if I do the opposite of that? What happens if my powers is going to be the downfall of everything because I can't control it?"

"Then do the exact same thing that McCall and the rest of the werewolves do. Find an anchor."

"An anchor? You want me to find a huge metal thing that they use for boats?" I asked him, puzzled.

Chaos chuckled at me, making me even more confused.

"No. An anchor is something or someone that helps you keep in control and maintain as yourself. It could be an emotion, a memory, or even somebody that holds very dear to you", Chaos explained to me.

"Allison is your anchor," I spoke up behind Scott and Stiles when I caught up to them.

They both jumped in surprise when they heard my voice. Stiles flail his arms, that he almost hit me in the face if I hadn't moved my head back.

"I'm fine," I quickly told them, when I saw the looks on their face. "Its Allison. She helps you keep control. She makes you stay human and not slash our throats."

"You mean because I love her," Scott said without thinking.

Stiles and I stopped, staring at Scott who eyes were wide open and jaw going slacking, not actually believing he just said that. I just stared at him with raised eyebrows before clapping his shoulder.

"Exactly," I chuckled.

"Did I just say that?" Scott looked at Stiles and I.

"Yes, you just said that," Stiles stated at him.

"I love her," Scott breathed out, a smile creeping on his lips.

"That's great, now moving on-," Scott cut Stiles off.

"No, no, no, really. I think I'm totally in love with her," Scott admitted, a puppy, goofy, love smile plastered on his face.

"Becoming a godfather is still in action," I playfully said.

"And that's beautiful. Now, before you go off and write a sonnet, can we figure this out, please?" Stiles told Scott, trying to get back to the main topic. "Because you obviously can't be around her all the time."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, sorry," Scott shakes his head. "So what do I do?"

"You've got a plan, Stilinski?" I asked him.

Stiles just sighs.

"I don't know. Yet," he rubbed his face, looking around and moving, like a plan would just got him out of nowhere.

"Oh, no. You're getting an idea, aren't you?" Scott groaned.

"Oh, he defiantly is. He has the look and that gleam in his eyes that signals trouble. I like it," I smirked.

"Yeah," Stiles told us.

"Is this idea gonna get me in trouble?"

"Maybe."

"Is this idea gonna cause me physical pain?"

"Yeah, defiantly. Come on."

Stiles grabbed our shoulder and started to push Scott and I.

"Dude, your a freaking rock," Stiles told me out of nowhere.

"What?" Scott and I asked him confused.

"Your shoulders. They are freaking muscular. Scott, touch his shoulder."

"Don't touch my shoulder," I told Scott.

"I'm not touching his shoulder," Scott agreed.

Stiles just shrugged his shoulders.

"I'm just saying. Since Scott has Allison, we should be together, so we won't be left out," Stiles told me innocently.

"Dude, what?!"

"I was thinking of our ship names could be Stercy. Or, oh, Piles! I love Piles!" Stiles rambled.

Scott and I looked at each other before looking back at Stiles weirdly.

"What? It was just a suggestion! Don't deny it that we would make a cute couple," Stiles told me, pointing a finger at my face.

"You two would be cute together," Scott agreed, playfully.

I looked at the three of them, like they were crazy. I shook my head.

"Unbelievable. I should've stayed underwater," I muttered under my breath.

Stiles took us out outside at the side of the school, where there was a small parking lot.

"What are we doing?" Scott asked Stiles as we walked up to a black truck, that had headlights on top of it.

"You'll see. Hold on," Stiles hushed him.

I saw a group of seniors, I think, huddle up close to the truck with their backs facing us. I looked back and forth and the guys and the truck, and it slowly clicked in my head what Stiles was planning.

"Oh," was I could say.

Stiles nodded at me, telling me I was right in my assumption while Stiles looked confused.

"Okay, stand right there. Do you have your keys?"

Scott responded by taking out the keys to his house.

"Perfect," Stiles smiled, hearing the sound of the keys jingling. "Hold 'em up like so."

Stiles grabbed Scott's hand and positioned him that Scott was holding up one single key up in the air, slapping his hand.

"Now, whatever happens, just think about Allison," Stiles started.

"Just try to find her voice like you did at the game," I finished.

"Got it?" Stiles and I asked Scott at the same time.

Scott nodded his head, looking lost.

"Okay. Just... keep holding it right there," Stiles told Scott.

Giving a look, Stiles and I casually walk towards the truck. Stiles quickly took out his keys as I make sure the guys weren't looking at what we were about to do. Giving Stiles a nod, Stiles raked a key over the guys truck. The sound of metal scraping against metal made me cringe, watching as Stiles made a slight curved line all the way down from the truck. Stiles and I quickly walked away from the truck, staying a good distance away from it. Stiles elbowed me.

"Hey, hey, hey, dude!" I shouted, sounding shock.

"What do you think you're doing to that truck, bro?" Stiles yelled, pointing at the truck and looking at Scott.

Stiles and I face was filled with fake shock and innocence. The guys turned around, just like Stiles planned. Scott look like he finally understood what was happening and he was speechless.

"What the hell?!" One of the seniors shouted in rage, marching towards Scott.

Scott quickly stuffed his key that he was holding up in the air, back into his pocket. Scott frantically shook his head, denying it. Before Scott had the chance to defend himself by speaking up, the owner of the truck punched Scott square in the face so hard, I thought the dude popped Scott's crooked jaw back straight. Stiles and I winced, hearing the punch all the way here.

"Di Immortales," I cursed, bringing my knuckle over my mouth, grimacing.

"Ow! My God! Wow!" Stiles winced as the owner of the truck friends started to beat up Scott.

I took a step forward but Stiles pushed me back by the shoulder.

"No, he's gotta do this. He needs to teach himself how to control the anger," Stiles told me.

"Brutal," I muttered under my breath.

We watched as Scott tried to tackle the owner of the truck by wrapping his arms around his waist, but the owner of the truck knee Scott in the face. Scott flew back, going face first to the ground. I caught a bit of blood running down his nose before he was dragged back by the guys. We watched as they kicked and punched the living daylights out of Scott. I nervously glanced over Stiles shoulders, looking at the phone that was signaling Scott's heart rate. It was going from a 100 to a 110 faster than I can blink.

"Stay calm," Stiles muttered under his breath.

"C'mon Scott," I whispered, bouncing on my feet.

They punched, kick, push Scott while he was on the ground. Scott was in a fetal position, covering his head with his hands and taking all the hits.

"Holy," I breathed out, placing my hands on my head and pulling on it.

"Oh, that's not okay," Stiles groaned.

Scott didn't made a move to fight back. His heart rate is going from 120 to 129.

"Come on, buddy," Stiles said anxiously.

They continue to beat the crap out of Scott, still punching and kicking him. They were certainly not going easy on him. They were pissed off. Glancing back at the phone, my eyes widen when I saw it beep to 156. And still rising. Rubbing my hands stressfully, it stopped at 167 before it started to decrease. The fast beeping noise started to slow down. Stiles and I glance down and saw that the Scott's heart rate now is 103. He did it!

"Yeah!" Stiles cheered quietly, doing a little dance.

I would've join him but Scott was still getting beat up. I took off my backpack and shoved it to Stiles chest. I also shrug off my jacket, showing off my superman shirt. I could faintly hear the superman theme song playing at the back of my head. I shot Stiles a smirk before sprinting towards Scott's help.

I squared my shoulder before shouldering the owner of the truck to the ground. That got their attention. Now, I'm their new target. Guy one swing his fist at my face but I already moved to the side before he could even blink. They looked at me in shock. Then guy one try to swing at me again but I just duck out of the way. He swing again. This time, I caught his wrist, twisting it back before pushing his chest with a lot of force. He landed to the ground with a thud.

I quickly punched guy two in the jaw, doing a spinning kick to guy three in the face before they could recover from their shock. I punched guy four in the gut, causing him to hunch over. I punched him in the face before I flipped him over my shoulder to the ground. Turning around, I twisted my body, launching myself in the air before doing a butterfly kick, kicking the owner of the truck in the chest when he got back on his feet. Guy two got back up but I quickly squat down, spinning my leg out, and hooking it behind his legs. Straightening back up, guy two fell to the ground.

Forgetting that I should never leave my back turn, guy three punched in the ribs but it didn't affect me that much, quickly recovering. A gave him a sharp right hook to guy three cheek. He fell to the ground. Guy four try to punch me in the face when I wasn't looking but I caught his arm. He tried to wrench it back but I had a tight hold on his arm. The owner of the truck and guy one true to attack me at the same time by punching me at the same time, but I blocked all of their punches. Knocking them to the ground with my fist, I turned back around to the guy four, punching him under his chin. His head reeled back, falling backwards.

Turning around, ready to keep going, I finally notice that I knock all of their asses to the ground. Smirking a bit as I caught Stiles and Scott's shock look, I looked at my knuckles. They were already bruising and slightly bloody but nothing that I can handle. Walking towards Scott, I offered him my hand. He grabbed it and I hauled him back to his feet.

"Uh, thanks," Scott breathed out.

"Don't mention it," I told him. "You got a little blood there."

I pointed at his nose. He quickly wiped it with the sleeve of his jacket.

"Where did you learn how to fight like that?" Scott asked me over the guys groaning in pain on the ground.

"New York, baby. City boy had to learn how to kick and punch here and there in order to survive on the streets. You don't know how to fight back, you get mugged or killed," I shrugged my shoulders like it was nothing.

"Hey, what is going on here!" We heard the devil himself shout at the three of us.

Scott, Stiles, and I groan as dragged us away as the guys that were on the ground all scrambled up on their feet and ran away.

"What do you idiots think you're doing?" snapped at us.

"Friendship bonding," I said sarcastically, shooting him a cheeky smile.

Mr. Harris just narrowed his eyes at me, shoving me forward as he lead the three of us back to the building.

Deep in my gut, I wasn't the least surprise that I would end up in after school detention. Sitting in the middle of Scott and Stiles, I stared boredly at the clock that was taunting us. I then moved my eyes, glaring at greasy hair. Freakin dick. Shifting the ice that was put in a ziplock bag on my knuckles, I saw Scott toss a bloody tissue that he was using to clean up his bloody nose in front of him.

"Excuse me sir?" Scott spoke up to . "Uh, I know it's detention and all, but, uh, we're supposed to be at work."

"And we really don't wanna get fired," I added.

He just look at us before going back to his papers. I groaned, taking off the ice of my knuckles.

"You two knew I would heal," Scott stated at Stiles and I.

I just nodded.

"Yep," Stiles agreed, playing with his pencil and not looking up.

"So you did that to help me learn."

I nodded again.

"Yep," Stiles said again.

"But partially to punish me," he added, referring to Stiles dad getting hurt and getting myself in trouble with Coach.

"Yeah," Stiles and I said in sync.

"Well, that one's obvious," Stiles muttered, still not looking at Scott.

"Dudes," Scott sighed. "You two are my best friends, and I can't have you two being angry with me."

"I'm not angry with you," I sighed.

"Not anymore," Stiles told Scott. "Look, you have something, Scott. Okay? Whether you want it or not, you can do things that nobody else can do."

"That night, when you got bit, I could've easily been bitten too," I told Scott.

"Cause you got lucky and fought back," Scott grumbled.

"No, because it wasn't meant to be. It chose you. The alpha, it could've easily snatch up some complete stranger in the street but yet, it bit you," I told him, fiddling with my ring. "Maybe because it was meant to be. Maybe because you are the only one in this entire town that know how to bear this much power. You were meant to have this because you know how to use it for good."

"So that means you don't have a choice anymore," Stiles said to Scott. "It means you have to do something."

"I know," Scott responded back softly. "And I will."

The three of us smiled at each other, going back to good terms.

"All right, the three of you, out of here," spoke up.

He didn't need to tell me twice, slinging my backpack over my shoulder. Three of us ran out of the room.

I quickly popped my board in my hands as Scott quickly drop his bike to side. The both of us ran inside the vet, going to the back.

"Sorry we're la-,"

"What are you doing?!" Scot shouted next to me.

This was really a sight to see. was tied up to a rolling chair with bandages as Derek lifted Deaton up in the air, yelling at him. Deaton cheek was split open and he was hurt.

"Scott, Percy, get out of here!" Deaton shouted over his shoulder.

I quickly ran over as Derek set Deaton back down, not before knocking Deaton out by punching him in the face. I shoved Derek to the brick wall, glaring at him angrily which he glared back by flashing his electric eyes.

"Stop! Stop!" Scott shouted, standing protectively in front of Deaton.

"Are you crazy?!" I hissed at Derek.

"Look, when he's conscious, he can keep himself from healing, but unconscious, he can't!" Derek yelled at us.

"Are you out of your mind?!" Scott shouted back at him. "What are you talking about?!"

"You can't just go knocking people out, especially our boss!" I told Derek.

"You want to know what the spiral means? It's our sign for a vendetta, for revenge! It means he won't stop killing until he's satisfied!"

"Are you serious?!" I asked, furious.

"You think he's the Alpha?!"

"We're about find out."

Derek was about to hurt Deaton again but this time with his claws. I would've tackled him to the ground but I didn't need to. Before Derek had the chance to claw Deaton, Scott caught Derek's wrist, stopping him. Looking up in shock, I saw Scott's face totally transformed. Amber-yellow eyes, sideburns, canines, and claws came out. Scott growled at Derek in anger before throwing Derek's arm away from Deaton. I smirked when Derek took a couple steps back, staring at Scott in complete shock. Scott glanced down at his claws, a look of concentration on his face. His once fast beating heart started to slow down, the wolf features fading away from Scott. He shift back to human.

"Hit him again, and then you'll see me get angry," Scott glared at Derek.

I quickly bent down and ripped the bandages on Deaton's hands behind his back. Derek stepped away from us a bit as I handed Scott a cotton ball and rubbing alcohol. Scott was cleaning the blood from Deaton face as I watch Derek pace in front of us before stopping, marching towards us.

"Do you have a plan?" Derek asked his with his usual scowl.

"Just give us an hour."

"Then what?"

"Meet me at the school. In the parking lot," Scott muttered to Derek.

Scott tossed the bloody cotton ball in the trash can as Derek left the building. Just as Scott was placing a bandage on Deaton's face, I took out my phone.

"I'm calling Stiles."

The baby blue Jeep parked in front of the school late at night, where nobody is here. This is what happens when you get suck into the supernatural and mythology world, more school time, specifically in the night. Gods, this reminds me of a scene in a horror movie. Jumping out of the car, I flipped on my hood as we walked to the trunk.

"This is a terrible idea," Stiles sighed, his breath appearing in front of his face cause of the very cold temperature.

"All of our ideas are terrible ideas," I reminded him.

He gave me a fake smile which I return for him.

"Yeah, I know," Scott rubbed his hands.

"But we're still gonna do it?" Stiles asked us.

"Can you think of something better?"

"Well, personally I'm a fan of ignoring a problem until eventually it goes away," Stiles said.

"I second that," I breathed out, stuffing my hands in the pockets of my jacket.

Stiles had a smug look as he pointed at me, his point proven that this idea is horrible.

"Just make sure we can get inside," Scott said anxiously.

As Stiles took out a pair of bolt cutters from his trunk, Derek's Camaro came here just in time.

"He's here," I stated out loud, sighing heavily.

We walked up the sleek black car as Derek got out of his car.

"Where's our boss?" Scott questioned him.

"He's in the back."

Bending down to see, I groaned when I saw Deaton tied up in duct tape in the back seat. He even went as far as to duct tape his mouth. The only thing left was a sack covering his face and stealing his wallet and we are in our way to jail.

"Oh, he looks comfortable," Stiles stated sarcastically.

"Five stars hotel worthy. Let me guess, instead of a mint on the pillow, it's a knuckle sandwich instead," I told Derek with the same ounce of sarcasm as Stiles.

Scott patted Stiles and I shoulders, and the three of us headed to the school building.

"Wait. Hey. What are you doing?" Derek asked the three of us.

"You said I was linked with the Alpha," Scott explain as we stop. "I'm gonna see if you're right."

"Fine but he stays here," Derek pointed at me.

"Me?" I asked him in shock.

"Why do you want Percy?" Stiles asked him.

"I still think he is the Alpha and I wanna keep a close eye on him. It's either him or your boss," Derek said. "He stay here or I'm leaving. Taking your boss with me."

"No way. What makes you-," I cut Scott off.

"It's fine. You guys should go. We are already wasting time," I told them.

They both open their mouths to argue but I wasn't having it.

"Go!" I urged them. "I'll be fine."

Giving them a look, the both sigh and reluctantly walk to the building. Walking towards Derek, I heard the distinct sound of chains being cut and dropping to the ground. They got in the school. I sat on the hood of Derek's car which he glared at me. I just shot him a cheeky smile. His eyes flashed and he roughly grabbed my arm, yanking me off of the car. I responded by grabbing his jacket with one hand and reeling back a fist with the other.

"Don't test me," I growled under my breath.

A growl rumbled out of his mouth, his eyes going back to normal. After a couple of seconds, he grabbed both of my wrist and whipped out duct tape from his jacket. I was going to yank my hands away but Derek brought out his claws, digging it in my skin. He didn't draw blood though.

"Oh, kitty brought out the claws," I taunted him as I let him duct tape my wrists together in front of me.

I really don't want to start something here. He responded by his scowl and glare, tightening the tape around my wrists that I was for sure I lost the circulation on them. After a couple more wraps, he stopped. Sighing as the tip of my fingers started to tingle, I leaned on Stiles Jeep.

"Why did you come back? To Beacon Hills," I asked him after I couldn't handle more of the silence.

"It doesn't concern you," he snapped.

"Yeah, it kinda does when my friends and I are risking our life right now," I told him. "Look, in order for us to work together, we need to gain each other's trust."

After a moment of silence, I thought he wasn't going to talk anymore.

"My sister," he forced out.

"Laura, right?"

"I heard she was coming back when I was, somewhere else. She called me to tell me she was going back," he looked down. "I never heard of her since then."

"I'm sorry," I told him sincerely, looking at a different side of Derek.

No wonder he's mad and alone all the time. He has no one close to him. His entire family is dead and the only living relative he has is his uncle who is half burnt and in a coma. He's just broken. Like me.

"Well, once I get the Alpha in my hands, I'll make him apologize for murdering my sister before ripping his throat out."

"With your teeth," I huffed, hearing his threat before. "Still not the Alpha, for the hundredth time."

"We'll see," was his only response.

Back to square one. We stood there in silence until I caught the sound of the intercom turning on. Hearing somebody clearing their throat from the end, they let out this screeching noise. I quickly winced in pain, covering one ear with my shoulder and the other with my tied up hands. It ringed through my ears excruciating painfully, not gonna be surprise if my ears are bleeding by this point. It sounded like a cat being strangled to its death bed while also being drowned.

"You've got to be kidding me," Derek closed his eyes.

Once the shrilling howl stops, I sighed in relief, straighten back up.

"C'mon Scott," I said under my breath.

After a couple minutes later, the intercom came back on. Preparing for another painful shrill, I was instead met with a deep, loud, and animalistic howl that sound like a monster. It was so loud, the cars shook a bit from the volume. Impress didn't come close on what I was feeling.

"Idiot," Derek hissed when Scott stopped his werewolf howl.

"Aw c'mon," I grumbled. "That deserves a solid 10."

Derek just shook his head angrily. He started to look around, looking surprised himself from the howl.

"I'm gonna kill both of you!" Derek yelled at Scott and Stiles when they came back. "What the hell was that?!"

"Dude, that was awesome!" I raised my tied up hands at Scott for a high five.

They both look at my tied hands with questioning looks and I incline my head at Derek. Understanding flooded through their face. Scott high fives me.

"What are you trying to do, attract the entire state to the school?!"

"Sorry, I didn't know it would be that loud," Scott said, looking proud of himself.

"Yeah, it was loud. And it was, awesome," Stiles said the last word in a singing tone.

"Shut up," Derek told Stiles.

"Don't be such a sour wolf."

"What'd you do with him?" Scott asked Derek.

"What?" Derek and I both said, whipping back to the Camaro.

The door was wide open. And Deaton wasn't in the car.

"What the hell?" I muttered.

"I didn't do anything," Derek defended himself.

"I was here the whole time, he didn't do anything," surprising myself when I defended Derek.

"Alright, did you have other powers that stop times or take away memories from people?" Stiles asked Derek, placing his hands on his hips.

"Do you hear that?" I asked when my ears perked up on the sound of something growling.

Next thing I knew, Derek who was beside me, was up in the air, dark red blood spluttering out of his mouth like a waterfall. My eyes widen in horror as I stared into those blood red eyes. It was the Alpha. It dig it's claws deep into Derek's back, reason why Derek looks like he was in the exorcism.

"Derek!" I shouted, ready to run to him but Scott and Stiles grabbed my shoulders and drag me away.

Still staring at Derek, I ran with Scott and Stiles towards the doors. The last thing I saw of Derek was him being tossed to a wall, falling to the ground, and his eyes wide open. He practically looked dead. He might as well be. The three of us open the doors and hailed ourselves in, slamming our back to the doors. The only thing I could hear was our heavy breathing, our heartbeat, as the Alpha was at the other side of these doors. Guess Derek now knows I'm not the Alpha now. The three of us all stared at each other and one things crossed over our face.

We're dead.

Well, I have finally updated after almost two months. Sorry for the long wait. Apparently my mom thinks that writing fanfiction is a waste of my time. Honestly, I don't care. I'm gonna do what I love and that is writing stories. I was planning on updating this on my birthday, June 8, but it took me longer than I was planning. Anyway, please tell me what you guys think. Review, favorite, or follow. Peace out.