Paul had to be pretty lucky, for someone his age, who can become a wolf and be aware of magical world around him. Fred had been coming out of the direction of his house. With his ginger/pink headed twin as well as the curly haired witch. Hermy? Nope, I believe her name is Hermione. But Hermy to the toddlers during that wild day. The twins where smirking at his direct but Hermione wore a unpleasant frown. He decided to slow down his pace to his house and head towards them.

George was sporting a new look, wearing a white wife beater, ripped plum jeans, and new piercing on bottom lip. Sleeve of dragons and wovles catching each other a tattoo due to the movement running up to his back then to his right arm. Paul started to ask him questions upon getting a better look at the magical tattoo. He didn't mean to ignore Fred or Hermione. Yet, he really wanted to get on of his own month before graduation.

Hermione confronted him before Fred could finish saying to tattoo his name somewhere. "Paul, are you doing okay?" Her voice was sincere and gentle he didn't want to look her in the eyes. In fear of the tears would show up, no he was not able to be close to okay at the moment.

He might stood there with emotions running throughout his face because Fred started to hug him. He found himself crying into Fred's awful puke green shirt as George and Hermione patted his back. He hasn't let himself feel this small and affected by everything in so long. He felt like he was a kid again crying for his parents to comfort him after a nightmare. Only it wasn't a nightmare, it was the situations of his life that caused theses tears. Fred whispered that it's fine by them for him to join them for their journey of the day. Possibly he can get that tattoo today. Paul just nodded and looked at them try to give them a smile.

George chuckled softly at him. "No need to force a smile, with us you will be laughing in pain for a long awhile." As he wiggled his eyebrows then winked at his direction. Hermione smacked George's arm as they lead the way.

...

Jared wished for release, he wanted to be alone, and not he being watched by the coach or random gossiping teens. God, he acting like a old man. He wasn't the captain of the team but he was best player to tackle the other team. Especially when this newfound power ran throughout his body. He hates it slightly now if he is not careful someone can die.

He didn't want to kill someone because his wolf was out of line. Or his mind was clouded with teenage drama. He just wanted to play the game until his university years while he became a pastry chef for his own interest. Of course hopefully the best to bring more people here not only for their culture but good food he was bound to make.

Yet, plans have changed he will go to community college and apply for their culinary arts program, look for grants, and ask elders for help in the kitchen. He will avoid the fields maybe for now. It would be a pack decision that they will have to talk about when at least when things cool down.

He could smell all the sweat off his teammates, he dislike this part of practices. The smell teenage males and dirt hang all over as they ended practice early. Jared smiled to himself as he was excited to leave join Paul. After a quick shower of course!

He would be a pastry chef, Paul surprisingly wanted to work in the medical field as a nurse, and Sam just wanted a family business to pass down.

He laughed briefly to himself as he ran towards his car headed to the location Paul told him to go.

...

Sam got a text from Paul it was vary of pictures of Jared looking queasy in chair of a tattoo parlor. Due to Jared's expression he looks like he might throw up. He snorted at the images and saved them.

Leah was late, she often is the first one here. But he shouldn't complain about it since well everything been tougher on her.

He won't rush her or try to think about it a lot. He had to have clear thoughts for this date and continue this relationship.

Maybe thinking about it like such was more of obligation than wanting to be in relationship. It wasn't right for Leah to suffer because he wanted to be with herself a bit longer. She grow tired of his non-constant disappearance and emotional withdraw from him. He had to break it off before it gets worst. He can't give her what she wants or be the person she wants anymore.

He looked at the picnic he set up for them with a sour look. He shouldn't break it off here, but then when will he? And how could he? She was long-term girlfriend and friend, he was going to be an asshole just to break it off. Still couldn't help to think I was helpless to keep the relationship for this long. It was such as betraying Leah to think of keep it going or just break it up out nowhere. Sure he could say that the love he felt for her simply slowly died yet in reality that wasn't the case. He didn't know how to explain the situation. How can he muster up the courage and confront her with sincerity. Still erasing the most important point of the conversation that he indeed had changed mostly to become a wolf/protector.

That one day he might look up into someone's eyes and find himself hanging in a deep trance of curiosity with a mix of yearning for them. While not being the man that she once knew and loved to become someone who created deep pain would be awful.

How come he's started to live a teenage drama in real life with a supernatural detail? He laughed to himself letting some tears run down his eyes. Oh how to be a fool headed into adulthood!