Hello! A very quick update, me gusta!

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I've been trying to understand how Beacon High works semester-wise, and it's utterly mind boggling for me… Sorry. So, I will be keeping it to the year 2011, because that's when the show started and going from there.

I will be basing my version of the school year on the old CO system which I experienced in high school. In other words, fall semester starts in late August or the beginning of September and I will see if I will be doing four or five classes per semester.

Simply, the information which I have been sifting through on TeenWolfWiki is weird. To say the least.

Ok, I'm done with the serious stuff! Thank you RandomWeirdGirl for the long and awesome review, hopefully, this was a quick enough update? Also, TheHungryRainbow, I'm so glad that you're still reading!

I was listening to Day 1 by Miyavi while writing this, along with a long mix called 1 Hour of Magic Fantasy Music | Epic, Dark, Magical, Relaxing on the YT profile of Peter Gundry.

My choice of cast: Miss Griffith – Jessica Parker Kennedy (during her youth, of course)

I give you:

Chapter 9: Mean Girls

She was pretty sure that she was hyperventilating.

Alright, that may be a tiny exaggeration. Simone had walked into the Beacon High, her new high school and found out that Dan's words had rang absolutely true. The number of people staring at here was zero. But, that didn't mean that wasn't paranoid about it. She felt like there was someone boring a hole into her back, and she knew that there wasn't. Regardless, the young witch couldn't help the soft humming in the back if her head, which was showing the sheer alertness of her magic.

Simone gripped the phone in her hand and unlocked it, looking for the memo of her schedule. She found the number of her first period classroom and started searching for it in the hallway. The witch tried to tune out the noise and the teenagers chatting and barely managed. Pretty soon, she was lost in her own thoughts, reading the rising numbers above the classrooms. She truly didn't understand how in all those teenage movies the new guy or girl would need someone to guide them to their class. For God's sake, they were literate, weren't they?

She managed to find classroom forty-seven fairly easily all the way in the back of the east side of the school. The witch peered in, finding it empty and releasing a breath of relief. She located her favorite seat, the one in the back, next to the window. It wasn't in the last row, so that she wouldn't be under the teacher's watchful gaze.

Simone placed her bag on the chair table, sitting down and twirling a strand of her hair. She looked around, waiting for the second bell. The classroom was fairly ordinary, similar to the math class from her old school in Colorado. There was a board in the front and a couple of colorful posters on the walls with different theorems and famous mathematicians. All in all, a regular classroom.

The sound of the second bell rang out and Simone heard voices coming closer, people chattering and girls laughing. Pretty soon, the classroom began getting filled up with students, all who were talking to each other in different groups and telling jokes to each other. The young witch found herself stretching her long legs, crossing them at the ankles. The whole class was full of people who knew each other from before. They weren't really looking for contact outside of their little groups and were rather content with that.

Hit with a sudden sense of déjà vu, the young witch unlocked her phone, searching for something to amuse herself with on it. She ended up opening Google Chrome and began browsing through a couple of links about Mexican cuisine. She was feeling like making some enchiladas when she got back to the Inn. She hadn't had a chance to cook for Eve and Dan yet, and enchiladas were a good thing to make. Remembering that Eve was a vegetarian, she typed in Top dishes for vegans and began reading about them. Most of them sounded quite delicious.

"Sorry, could you pull in your legs?" A voice shook Simone from her reading and she looked up to see a teenage girl waiting. She seemed a tad impatient.

"S-sorry, I didn't c-catch that." The witch stammered, her mouth dry and her hands going cold, trembling. She was talking to a girl. To a teenager. In a classroom. At school. That was most certainly a first for her. Girls didn't like her. Boys, even less. And, girls looking like that one especially didn't like her. You see, Simone Jones fell into the 'nerds and losers' group at high school. It hadn't really bothered her until recently. Maybe, it was Mrs. Jones constantly telling her that she had more potential, that she was wasting her youth on silly things. Maybe, it had simply been the years of watching other girls get noticed by guys whom they liked and hooking up with them. Maybe, it had simply been the time that she had spent watching other friendships from behind a book.

"Can. You. Move. Your. Legs." The girl divided her words, slowing down. Simone felt her cheeks heating up and she quickly pulled her legs underneath her chair. She had to keep them locked at the ankles, as she felt that her laces had gotten caught on the opposite shoe, tying her feet together. The teenager in front of her sighed, sounding exasperated and plopped down in the seat.

"I'm sorry." Simone managed to murmur, her face lowering and her hair falling around her head like a light curtain. Luckily, she was spared more humiliation as the teacher came in, slamming the door closed and tossing a file onto the desk.

He was a middle-aged, short man with a surprising lack of hair on his head. The top, which was completely bald, was well-oiled and shined in the morning sun like a crystal ball. The teacher was wearing a casual, business outfit, along with rimmed glasses. Long story short, if you imagined a math geek who grew up just as geeky and placed him in front of a class you got Mr. Arthur Roberts.

He began talking in his nervous, high-pitched tone, introducing the class. "My name is Mr. Roberts, you can call me Mr. Roberts." He took up a chalk piece, a rarity in today's day and age and wrote his name on the board. "I will be teaching your Trigonometry class and, if you decide to take Calculus one or two next semester, those as well." As soon as the topic passed over which calculator they needed and how they would be provided notes from each lesson on the school's website, Simone zoned out a tad.

After all, Math was a good subject for the teenage witch. She had been obsessed with the Craft since she had found out about her heritage, and in essence, traditional rituals were made of magic, chemistry, math and language skills. She had always doubled her effort in those classes.

The girl in front of her whipped some hair over her shoulders, sending the perfect curls flying, like those that one got when they made them with rags, without any heat. A whiff of expensive perfume touched Simone's nose, and she focused on the girl. She was dark skinned, but not black, with shiny black hair that fell to her shoulders. When she turned to speak to the boy next to her, Simone could catch a glimpse of her face, which had rather soft features and a cute nose. But, as if to contrast her genuinely pretty self, she was wearing baggy pants with numerous large pockets and a flannel shirt. Simone believed that she had just found the rebellious skater crowd.

"As for your books, thankfully you won't need to buy them." Mr. Roberts continued. "You will each go and pick your book from the shelves one the left and sign your name on the card on the first page. You will be using that book throughout the semester." He pointed at one of the boys in the back. "That means that if you misplace it or damage it, you will need to replace it, Mr. Greenberg." When the class chuckled simultaneously, the teacher continued. "Go pick your book now."


Simone walked into the cafeteria, stopping short at the entrance. French II had been a fun class, just like Dan had promised. Mr. Beauchamp had opened the lesson with a silly introduction in French, before translating it to English. He had told them a silly joke about being afraid of bears and how the mountain, which he assured them did have bears, was thirty miles away and that bears could, in fact run thirty miles an hour, hence that a bear could appear at the school in an hour. And, to conclude why he was afraid of them, it was naturally because they could smell fear. After that, the man had proceeded to explain what they were going to be doing that semester, including the reading material and the grammar.

The young witch gripped her bag, deciding where to sit. She could spot the segregated groups fairly easily. After all, if there was one thing that a quiet person was good at, it was observing. There was the popular, jocks and cheerleaders, group sitting on the far right, led by a rather handsome teenager who was leaning back in his chair, playing with a white ball without much interest. He kept tossing it in the air and catching it with some sort of a short stick, straight into the net each time. Next to him was a bubbly-looking redhead, who had complete control of conversation. Simone immediately rejected that table.

It was true that jocks were always on the lookout for fresh meat, but she was neither good-looking, nor popular person material, hence she was a big, fat, no-no to that crowd. Next, the young witch looked to the left, where she found the classic gothic and emo crowd, darkening a corner. Now, one might think that due to her clothing and music choices, Simone would fall into that area of the cafeteria, but they would be wrong. Regardless of the popular belief, she was neither gothic, nor emo and most definitely not hardcore.

As she continued trying to assess the cafeteria crowd, a sound of wheels was heard and then something slammed into her side. Thankfully, neither Simone nor the other person fell, but the blonde's book and sandwiches did fly across the room. She could feel her cheeks reddening as she straightened herself and picked up her bag off the floor. There was some rather colorful cursing coming from in front of her and she looked up to realize that she was probably in a nightmare. She quickly looked down, just to make sure that she wasn't, in fact, naked. The whole cafeteria was laughing at her. She could hear it and her pale cheeks got even redder.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" The skateboard-riding, rather familiar girl was walking over to Simone now, looking like she might deliver a punch or two. She had her colorful board gripped with her right hand, as the other one was in a tight fist. "It's you." The tan teenager exclaimed once she got close enough to Simone and grit her teeth in anger.

"I-I'm s-sorry- I-I-" But all apologies were cut off when the teen in plaid reached her and caught a piece of her long hair and tugged. Hard.

"Bitch." The girl exclaimed, reaching to tug once more when another voice bellowed.

"Miss Griffith!" A tall teacher with glasses was rushing over, looking like he might blow up. "Skateboards aren't allowed on school property!" He reached them, but Simone couldn't make anything else out on his face, as it was blurry through her teary eyes. "Detention." The hero's voice had turned icy.

"What a joke." The skater girl commented, tossing the board on the cafeteria floor with a loud clatter. "This bitch started it." Simone looked up, her mouth opening soundlessly in an attempt to defend herself, but it was useless. The whole cafeteria was laughing, the teacher was giving her a mean stare-down and the tan girl looked just about ready to squash her. No words came out of her mouth.

"That language is going to get you a special, weekly detention." The teacher continued. "With me." Then, he turned to stare at Simone next. "And you, my classroom today after last period. Detention." He glared at the crowd, silencing them instantly. It's a real life Snape, Simone's brain managed to be helpful with the wrong information. "Get lost." And the circle of teenagers around them dispersed.

Simone scampered off to find her phone and lunch, which she hoped were in good condition. She caught the tan skater girl flipping her finger at the mean teacher's back, much to the amusement of her crowd of male friends.


By the end of the day, Simone was about ready to cry. Her stomach was rumbling with hunger, as someone had stepped on her sandwiches and she had had to toss them. At least, she had gone to the large trash cans outside of the Beacon High and unpacked them there, so that animals could feed from them. That was the only comforting thing that had got her through the day, the thought of some hungry raccoon gobbling up her sandwich.

Other than the damage to her lunch, there had been some dealt to her phone, as well. There was now a long crack across the screen, all the way from the Home button to the camera on the top, lighting up with a neon color whenever she unlocked her cell. Not to mention that there were a couple of scruffs on the back of her, previously undamaged, phone. She was depressed and more than a little regretful.

To make her day even worse, she had found out that she had Professor Snape as her teacher, as well. He taught Chemistry and his name was Mr. Harris. In other words, Mr. Hellish. Well, at least she was rather good at the subject, so she hopefully wouldn't have a lot of trouble keeping up. The less fortunate fact was that she had a number of classes with the tan skater girl, who kept tossing her dirty looks throughout the day. They had shared the detention together, Mr. Hellish putting them side by side, at the same desk. To say that it had been uncomfortable was a very large understatement.

Simone slid into the passenger seat of the familiar maroon KIA in silence. It was a rare car in the parking lot, seeing as most people had already gone home. As Dan gave her an inquisitive look and pulled out of the spot, a group of teenage boys came out of the school, carrying those white sticks with nets that Simone had been seeing the whole day. Despite her bad mood, she was intrigued.

"What are those for?" She asked the warlock in a tiny voice, pointing at the sticks.

"Lacrosse." Daniel explained, grinning. He glanced behind before joining the stream of cars in the street. "You don't have lacrosse in Colorado?"

Simone shook her head. "It's not that popular, I guess. We play football." And the rest of the ride was spent in complete silence, along with the riffs of The Unforgiven II coming from the radio.


To say that the rest of the day was spent in complete depression for Simone Jones was a complete understatement. She had retreated into her room without any food and tossed herself on her bed, plugging in her large headphones and drowning out the sounds of the real world with the soft voice of Amy Lee, lulling herself into a sad nap. She had woken up some time later, three songs, to be exact, and found Minuit curled up on top of her, his blue eyes watching her intently. Now that she paid attention to them, the left one was slowly getting darker. They were finally changing their color, and the kitten was reaching his adulthood.

That was the only comfort that she got, as it told her that it was less likely for the cat to be deaf. Since Minuit was white, he had a high chance of losing his hearing, but, if his eyes held a darker pigment, he also was more likely to keep his sense. She hugged the kitten, stroking its little head and getting more and more depressed. Thunder rumbled in the distance and Simone managed to pick herself up.

She walked to the window and opened it, leaving Midnight on the floor to hop on the ledge and sit there, not really caring that the window frame was painfully boring into her thighs. The wind became stronger and stronger, and soon, tiny drops of water hit Simone's face. She took off her headphones, choosing to listen to the rain instead. She had always loved the rain. Thunderstorms, in particular. They weren't too frequent in Colorado, but, at her grandmother's place they appeared more than often. She loved the pure strength of Nature which appeared when the storm came. In front of it, everyone was the same. Witch, warlock, werewolf, druid, human, it didn't matter.

The storm took what it wanted and no-one could oppose it. It was poetic really. And more than a little melodramatic. But, Simone supposed that those qualities came with being a teenager. She was willing to give herself some room for clichés.

The rain began falling in buckets, pouring in waves to the ground as the wind whipped her left and right. The young witch, who was still sitting on her window, her thighs now completely numb, was soon soaked in the rough weather. Lighting crashed in the distance, somewhere into the preserve and Simone caught a glimpse of it.

There was a hunched shape of a large animal crouching in the woods. She squinted, trying to see it in the dark and the pouring rain, but she really couldn't make anything out. She remembered Laura Hale's words about mountain lions coming down to the cities in search for food. But, Simone knew better. She was a granddaughter of one of the most methodical and adventurous witches of her time, after all. Her grandmother had told her one too many bedtime stories that she suspected were reality.

Another lightning crashed, illuminating the trees and the small clearing where Simone has spotted the figure. It was empty. Nothing. Maybe it had been a shadow? A trick of her eye? No, she was sure that she had seen something. Something… supernatural. Her magic was pounding in her head, after all. And it wasn't that kind of gentle, but persistent thrum that she got when she was upset. No, it was a violent, scared instinct now. Fight or flight, the magic was screaming. Fight or flight.

"Simone!" Strong arms wrapped around her wet form and pulled her into the room, her Dr. Marten's clattering on the ledge as they passed over. The person behind her was so warm. She was cold as ice, the witch realized. Her hands were trembling and she was clutching at the strong arms around her. "Simone." Dan. It was Dan. Of course it was Dan. "Are you alright? Were you dreamwalking?" Minuit was meowing so loudly that it sounded like screaming in her ears. How did Dan know about the dreamwalking? She hadn't told them…

"I-I'm fine." Her voice was shaky from the cold. Another lightning flashed as Dan pulled her into his warm embrace, rubbing her arms to get her warmed up as well. He was whispering something under his breath, and she was pretty damn sure that it wasn't in English.

"Are you alright?" He asked gently, pulling her up and placing her on her bed, without even breaking a sweat. Simone was too shaken to be embarrassed at that time, but she was quite mortified later, when she realized that the handsome warlock had carried her like she weighted nothing. Dan closed the window, latching it, and the room became as if soundproof. The branches of the tall valley oak in the back of the villa were angrily whipping the glass, as if they were hands trying to break in. "Simone?"

"I'm fine." Her tone was shaky, but at least she managed to croak something out.

"Were you dreamwalking?" The warlock asked. Now that she thought about it, what had compelled her to sit on the window still? Sure, she missed her window seat from back home, but not this much. She was a smart teen. She wasn't suicidal. This wasn't like her at all. The familiar thrum of her magic in her head was almost painful. But, it wasn't like usual. It was stronger. Brighter. Electrifying.

There was something wrong. Something was wrong with her magic. It wasn't tame anymore.

"No." The witch managed to whisper. "I was just sitting there." She explained lamely. Even she knew that it wasn't a good enough excuse.

"You were leaning pretty far out, Simone." Dan sounded worried. Why was he worried? She wasn't mad. She was as sane as he was. Then again, as Tim Burton had put it in a rather clever way, all the best people were completely bonkers. The witch looked at Dan and she knew that he knew. He had read her mind. He knew that she didn't know. That it hadn't been her. Yet, it had.

The warlock let out a soft sigh, getting up and walking to the large wardrobe. He took off the fluffy white towel from the door, where it had been drying that morning, and brought it to the witch. "Welcome to magic." He grinned. "It makes no sense."

Simone trembled from the cold, getting up to dry herself. She suddenly became aware of the fact that she was thoroughly soaked. The witch kicked off her Dr. Marten's and began undoing her pants, shaking all the while. Midnight was walking in between her legs, seeking attention quietly.

"I'll be outside." Dan shuffled out, a little awkwardly. Simone blushed once she realized that she had begun stripping in front of him. "Call me when you've changed." He said seriously and walked out, shutting the door.

Simone shimmied out of her jeans with some trouble, as they were soaked and sticking to her skin like glue. She threw off the Jiji sweater and her underwear, quickly drying herself off. As Minuit began to play with her Dr. Marten's yellow laces, she picked out some underwear and a sports bra, not bothering to match them. Last, she found a nightgown made of cotton, a gift from her grandmother and slipped it on. It smelled like the herbs that her grandma used every day and the young witch finally felt herself calming down. The tingling of her magic slowly became just a comfortable hum in the back of her mind.

Lightning flashed across the skies and Simone glanced out. The branches were still slamming against her window and she wondered briefly how come they hadn't hit her. The storm outside was hellish and she was glad that she was inside.

"I'm dressed." She softly spoke and her door opened immediately, Dan coming in. His navy shirt had a dark patch where he had hugged her wet form to himself, pulling her off the ledge. Simone immediately felt guilty.

The warlock walked over, hugging her with his strong arms once more, enveloping her in warmth. She felt like she was inside a comfortable, toasty blanket burrito, where nothing could hurt her. Her slim arms slipped around Dan's waist, holding him. She could tell that her face was burning. After all, no boy had ever done something like this to her. But, she needed the comfort. And, this was Dan. Dan the huge nerd who loved teasing the living daylights out of her. Handsome, warlock Dan.

"Are you alright?" The young man repeated, caressing her head gently. He sounded so scared.

"I'm fine." The teen repeated, slowly pulling away. She expected questions any second now. Why had she been up there? What did she see? Why? What? When? Where? How? But, Dan surprised her with a small smirk and twirled a lock of her blonde hair with his finger.

"Your hair is a mess." He teased, leading Simone to her desk chair. He sat her down and then took her brush from the shelves above her bed, where she had left it that morning. Then, the warlock pulled all of her hair behind her shoulders, so that it was running down her back, and slowly began brushing it out.

After a couple of minutes of complete silence, as Dan worked on her locks, Simone finally spoke up. "You're awfully good at this." She noted, her tone strong, without a tremble in sight. Her body was warm somehow, lulled into security by the young man behind her who practically radiated with warmth and safety. The adrenaline aftermath had worn off as well, leaving her of sound mind and calm thought.

"I hate to disappoint you, but I have had girlfriends and sisters before." The warlock cheekily replied, and Simone could tell that he was smirking. Strangely, there was a small pang of jealousy at the word 'girlfriend' which came out of his mouth. Somehow, imagining the handsome warlock with a faceless girl brought unease to Simone. Maybe she was simply used to seeing him flying solo? "There we go." The young man placed the brush on the desk in front of the witch, his fingers running once more through her hair as he braided it loosely.

"Thank you." Simone said once the long braid was finished.

"Anytime." Dan reached around, tickling her nose with the ends of her own hair, causing her to giggle. In the middle of their relaxed laughter, Simone's stomach rumbled, complaining about the fact that she had only eaten breakfast. "I'll go fetch you something nice." Dan grinned, leaving the room.

Simone stood there for a moment, caressing the neat braid that he had made for her. She noted that her hair was strangely dry and warm, like she had been blow-drying it. Just five minutes, she told herself, stumbling around her shoes and onto her bed. Just until Dan comes back, and the teen snuggled under her covers, strangely warm as well, her eyes closing. The last thing that she felt was Minuit snuggling into her folded arms skillfully.

Needless to say, Daniel found them both sound asleep when he came back with food.

That's all folks!

I love it when you review, so feel free :D

Interesting info about this chapter:

- Dan, as cool as he was, never played lacrosse

- Daniel prefers old rock, while Simone is more of a new wave girl

- Simone doesn't know a lot about other supernaturals, her mother was too protective

Onto the reviews!

TheHungryRainbow: I hope that you enjoyed the new chapter! I tried to be quick with the update :P

RandomWeirdGirl: I hope that this solved your hunger for the juicy bits? Hahahaha Anyways, don't you dare substitute school work with fanfiction! You stop procrastinating, now! Believe me, I'm behind on all of my exams because of this bittersweet site… the joys of being a college student…

I'm so glad that you are enjoying the story! I'm trying to narrate it in a bit of a 'show and tell' kind of a way, which is completely new for me xD So, I'm glad that you're enjoying my sense of humor and mystery :3 I love leaving little hints here and there :D

Simone's magic… ahhhhh… Not telling xD I really don't want to spoil anything, but I will admit that I have left more than a few clues :P I will get into a more detailed explanation about affinities soon, as Simone is also just now learning about magic, which is a great way to explain my fantasy without my OC being an obnoxious know-it-all. I'm happy that I'm keeping you on your toes :D I really love AtLA! Aang is my spirit animal xD Then again, so are Sokka and Toph… I'm not a big fan of the sequel, with Korra… I don't know why, but it just doesn't have the same kind of spark as the original series…

Yeah, I'm starting with season 1, since I'm really not a big fan of seasons four and five… I'm not sure what I'll do when I get to them… As for the guys with sticks… well… I'm leaving that up to your imagination hahahaha I suppose they were?

Aaaah, I used to think that Stiles was such a jerk in season 1 because of his humor… But then, I kinda fell in love with his silliness… I'm going to have a tough time writing spazz Stiles, that's for sure… Hmm, the new hairstyle is more serious… he isn't so virgin-like anymore hahahhahahaha that's really the only thing that I connect to it…

Yep, English is the second language that I learned :) My first one is Serbian, the official language of Serbia, where I'm from (and currently living in). I also know quite a bit of French, since I took it in elementary and high school and I'm now learning Japanese, curse of the anime :D Afrikaans sounds like a blast! I've never heard it before… Where do people speak Afrikaans? Where are you from? :D I'm going to go look it up on YT now xD I love languages, they are so beautiful :)

Thank you very much for complimenting my English! That makes me sooo happy. I've been learning it for a long time and I can speak it almost as well as my native language. I often give private lessons to younger kids, since they don't understand the way our teachers explain grammar gaaah Our education system is horrendous.

Anyways, long reply for a long review xD I must admit, your reviews make me so happy that I do read them multiple times for writing inspiration hehehe