We have started our second joint fic!!! Scott turns into a werewolf. When he changes, he loses control. Can anyone help him?
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Scott sat back in class and sighed. [School sucks.]
The teacher looked over at Scott and sighed. "You know Mr. Summers, I would love for you to pay attention to my class."
"Wha- huh?" Scott asked, waking out of his daydream. The class enjoyed a quick snigger at him.
She walked over to him and looked into his eyes. "Scott, I know you're a good kid. But you don't seem to be trying as hard as you used to. Please see me after class so we can talk about this further."
Scott sighed, "Okay."
His thoughts were turned to the other kids. The normal ones. The ones without powers. They could see clearly, they could anything they wanted, live normal lives. No secrecy.
The teacher went on with her lesson on the Civil War. One of the topics that all the students had gone over at least once in each grade. Any normal senior would be bored by the subject. But it hit Scott pretty hard.
Scott had been in too many battles. Fighting for his life, and for live of others. He had been their leader, giving commands and making decisions.
He hated it though. He hated every part of it. Like how every move he makes, or order he gives could end up leading himself or worse...
To injury, to death...
To make matters worse, there was the whole Jean/Duncan thing. He yearned for that girl so badly. But she was with a star football player, and he was just a nobody.
BRRIIIINNNGGG
The teacher took Scott aside before he got to the door. "Is there anything on your mind?" She asked, her voice was soothing.
[Yeah. Life, mutants, Jean, the world.] "Not really."
"Are you sure? Because whenever star students like you slip in their work, it's always backed up with trouble at home."
"No, I think I may be having more vision problems," he said, pointing to his ruby-red shades. [That and I can't get a date with a hot mind reader.]
"Is there anything I can do to help you?" She asked, concerned. "I could move you to the front of the class if you like."
Scott grinned. [I'd be closer to Jean!] "Yes, I believe that'd help."
"Alright then!" She said now with a little more pep in her voice. "You may have Duncan's seat next to Jean. I'll inform him of the change tomorrow."
Scott beamed as he walked out, much happier. "Thank you!"
Once out in the halls, Kurt ran up to Scott in a hurry. "Man! Scott, you have to help me," he said out of breath. "Amanda vants to go to a concert vith me, but I don't have a cool car to go in. Do you think...you know, I can take yours?" he begged.
"Sure," he said, handing over the car keys to Kurt. Nothing could bring him out of his great mood.
Kurt looked at the keys in his hand, not believing Scott just handed them over without a down payment or a lecture first.
"Oh thank you Scott! You're a god among men!" Kurt yelled in glee while looking at him. Kurt always had unique ways of showing his gratitude.
"I'll just walk home. S'okay."
"So going to ze game tonight?" He asked, "I hear Jean's going to be there," he said with a grin as he nudged him with his arm.
"Jean?!" Scott yelled, a little too excitedly. "You're damn right!!"
"Woah woah! Calm down my friend. Sure you'll be ok with valking home zat late?"
"Ya, no prob. You don't think I can handle myself?"
"No, I didn't mean zat. I know you're tough dude." He looked at his watch. "Woah! I gotta run man! Me and Amanda have to get over to ze institute to get ze tickets." He began to rush down the halls. "See you later man!" he called over his shoulder.
Kurt stopped his hurry and turned back. "I don't know...maybe you should ask her if you see her!" He yelled and with that, he hurried down the halls and out of sight.
Scott yawned and walked toward his trigonometry class.
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This chapter had nothing to do with werewolves, but the whole Scott/Jean issue will come into the story later on...
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Scott sat back in class and sighed. [School sucks.]
The teacher looked over at Scott and sighed. "You know Mr. Summers, I would love for you to pay attention to my class."
"Wha- huh?" Scott asked, waking out of his daydream. The class enjoyed a quick snigger at him.
She walked over to him and looked into his eyes. "Scott, I know you're a good kid. But you don't seem to be trying as hard as you used to. Please see me after class so we can talk about this further."
Scott sighed, "Okay."
His thoughts were turned to the other kids. The normal ones. The ones without powers. They could see clearly, they could anything they wanted, live normal lives. No secrecy.
The teacher went on with her lesson on the Civil War. One of the topics that all the students had gone over at least once in each grade. Any normal senior would be bored by the subject. But it hit Scott pretty hard.
Scott had been in too many battles. Fighting for his life, and for live of others. He had been their leader, giving commands and making decisions.
He hated it though. He hated every part of it. Like how every move he makes, or order he gives could end up leading himself or worse...
To injury, to death...
To make matters worse, there was the whole Jean/Duncan thing. He yearned for that girl so badly. But she was with a star football player, and he was just a nobody.
BRRIIIINNNGGG
The teacher took Scott aside before he got to the door. "Is there anything on your mind?" She asked, her voice was soothing.
[Yeah. Life, mutants, Jean, the world.] "Not really."
"Are you sure? Because whenever star students like you slip in their work, it's always backed up with trouble at home."
"No, I think I may be having more vision problems," he said, pointing to his ruby-red shades. [That and I can't get a date with a hot mind reader.]
"Is there anything I can do to help you?" She asked, concerned. "I could move you to the front of the class if you like."
Scott grinned. [I'd be closer to Jean!] "Yes, I believe that'd help."
"Alright then!" She said now with a little more pep in her voice. "You may have Duncan's seat next to Jean. I'll inform him of the change tomorrow."
Scott beamed as he walked out, much happier. "Thank you!"
Once out in the halls, Kurt ran up to Scott in a hurry. "Man! Scott, you have to help me," he said out of breath. "Amanda vants to go to a concert vith me, but I don't have a cool car to go in. Do you think...you know, I can take yours?" he begged.
"Sure," he said, handing over the car keys to Kurt. Nothing could bring him out of his great mood.
Kurt looked at the keys in his hand, not believing Scott just handed them over without a down payment or a lecture first.
"Oh thank you Scott! You're a god among men!" Kurt yelled in glee while looking at him. Kurt always had unique ways of showing his gratitude.
"I'll just walk home. S'okay."
"So going to ze game tonight?" He asked, "I hear Jean's going to be there," he said with a grin as he nudged him with his arm.
"Jean?!" Scott yelled, a little too excitedly. "You're damn right!!"
"Woah woah! Calm down my friend. Sure you'll be ok with valking home zat late?"
"Ya, no prob. You don't think I can handle myself?"
"No, I didn't mean zat. I know you're tough dude." He looked at his watch. "Woah! I gotta run man! Me and Amanda have to get over to ze institute to get ze tickets." He began to rush down the halls. "See you later man!" he called over his shoulder.
Kurt stopped his hurry and turned back. "I don't know...maybe you should ask her if you see her!" He yelled and with that, he hurried down the halls and out of sight.
Scott yawned and walked toward his trigonometry class.
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This chapter had nothing to do with werewolves, but the whole Scott/Jean issue will come into the story later on...