Author's Note: This story takes place at the same time Spring Break began in the first story. Afterwards, there'll be a time skip to when the Pack is formed.

Full Moon High: The Case of Dr. Jekyll and Miss Hyde

Chapter 1: The Girl Who wanted More

2013

America

Everett, Washington

Everett was the county seat of and the largest city in Snohomish County, Washington, United States. It was also one of the most forest filled states in all of the US. Its biggest was Forest Park.

Sherman High School

The school was just like any other high school; a relic from the 1950s. With its six story window doorway and impressive six story height, it would have passed on as a combination of a cathedral and a college to anyone else. However, the school was also equipped with the most advanced security system known to most security companies. Its major feature was an all-campus lockdown; meaning, that once the timer went off at the end of the school day, the place locked itself no tighter than the Louvre in France, and Fort Knox, Texas combined. Meaning if someone was locked in there, no one would get out until school opened up the next morning. Teens of all shapes and sizes were entering the school, just as the late bell rang. And one of the teens walking into the building was one of the few attending.

Main Hallway

Locker Area

The teen, whom nobody noticed in the crowded hallway, was practically unnoticed to all. In fact, she was considered a shadow among them. More likely she was like a rock in the river, as it went past them with no sign of being noticed.

She was a sixteen year old Caucasian girl with limp brown hair tied up in two braided tails that reached down to her mid back and two bangs split in front that framed her face, and brown eyes that she hid behind bottle lens glasses. Her body was skinny and undeveloped, looking like a scrawny boy at the least. She wore what others taunted as granny clothing, which was consistent of a white long-sleeved button-up shirt, suspenders, a black skirt that reached down her calves, white sock stockings, and plain black shoes. She had a black backpack strapped on both shoulders, while on her right she had a laptop bag secured on it, with her hand on the side. Some compared her to be an Amish girl or Farm Girl due to this appearance. Her name was Jaqueline Jekyll, one of the smartest kids in the school, and like Peter Talbot, she was picked on due to her nerdy appearance, as well as one of Kylie Ginxem's only few female friends.

She was walking down the hallway, gliding or pushing herself through the crowded hallway. Even when she walked down the hallway, no one seemed to notice as they went to their lockers, to the bathroom to freshen up, or any of that stuff. However, there were kids that looked at her with much disgust or looks that said 'You Don't Belong Here' or 'What a freakin' ugly girl' or something like 'She should have been aborted before birth. She's so ugly and plain'.

It looked like she didn't care, but deep inside, she wished she could care less about what they thought of her. She told herself that she didn't need any love in her life, or that she didn't need a relationship in her life. All she could live by was her friends and her science. And she was meeting up with one near her locker.

She walked over to her locker, but noticed two teens making out over it, like two dogs or rabbits in heat. The scene made her blush all over, gulping at such an erotic display, as she shook her head. She walked over to it, as the teens turned a little, getting out of the way of her locker door, as she worked hard to get it open. Unfortunately, the couple was proving it more difficult as they rolled over to her locker door, slamming on it closed. After nearly five times, Jaqueline managed to get her books out, and stepped back, as the couple rolled over the last time and closed it.

However, the girl stopped, as she looked at Jekyll, disgusted, as she shot out, "Do you mind, Ugly?"

However, someone threw a book right at the two, as a voice called out, "Why don't you get lost already, huh? Get a room or go to the pool! Nobody's using it until after lunch!"

The two walked off, as Jaqueline turned to the source of the voice. She was a sixteen year old Hispanic girl, with a slender figure built from cardio and bike riding. She had light tanned skin, brown eyes, and brown hair cut short to her neck, but had a bang of hair that covered her left eye. She was wearing a black sports bra underneath an orange T-shirt, with orange bands on her wrists, black work out pants with blue cut jean shorts on top, and white and orange sneakers. Her name was Mari Kelley, a friend of Jaqueline Jekyll and a roommate at an apartment complex she lived at.

She walked over to Jaqueline, as she helped her, "You alright, Jackie?"

Jaqueline pulled back a strand of hair that was unkept, as she nodded, not making eye contact, "I'm okay, Mari. Thanks." She then looked over to her, and pouted, "And please, don't call me Jackie, okay? It sounds so… so…"

"Plain? Cute? Pretty," Mari smirked, as she looped an arm around her friend, pulling her close as they stood side-by-side, and walked forward. "I think Jackie's a cute and pretty name."

Jaqueline adjusted her glasses, "Yeah, a pretty name for a pretty girl. I'm neither."

Mari sighed, as she looked to her friend's depression. She gently nudged her shoulder, "Sorry. I didn't mean anything by it."

"Let's just go to class, okay," Jaqueline sighed. "I really don't wanna be late for homeroom."

Home Room Class

Class 3-A was one of the most teen-filled classrooms ever, and had the reputation of being filled with the most rambunctious, mischievous, most intelligent, as well as problematic students in all the school's history. That and it was slightly the strangest. There were exchange students from either Arabia, China, or Africa. Underage students or students that looked underage. But other than those things, it was not your typical classroom, although a school having a security system like a lockdown system similar to Fort Knox and the Vandicut Asylum for the Criminally Insane wasn't all that normal either.

As Jaqueline and Mari entered the room, they took notice of their classmates. Among them, was a trio of trouble, who were extremely easy on the eyes.

She was a blonde Caucasian of sixteen, with a slender body to die for, blonde hair that went down her back, with bangs dangling down her neck and touching her chest, with a few bangs swept to the right, never even covering her dazzling green eyes. You could tell she was rich from the way she dressed, which was a lacey white shirt, a red vest, and a satin black skirt that was loose enough for movement and ended at her knees, with leather boots. Her name was Ashley Norwest, Peter's class rep, a rich girl from a clean financial family, member of the Flower-Arrangement Club, and the high school beauty queen, as well as the Leader of the three girls.

The Second girl was another drop dead beauty, with dark tanned skin and long black hair, Porter-Rican/American, sixteen years old, and dazzling brown eyes. She had a slender figure, with a silent girl attitude to her. She wore a black turtleneck sleeveless shirt that clung to her chest, a white leather jacket that ended above her belly button with her sleeves rolled up mid her forearms. Blue jeans that clung to her thighs, and boots as well. Her name was Maria DeBlanca, head of the archery club.

The Third girl accompanying them was perhaps the third beauty among them. She appeared Caucasian, fifteen years of age, with long pink hair, with two long bangs going down each side of her head, with her actual hair extending to her waist. Her eyes appeared to be colored pin, matching her hair. She was a girl of average height and slim; her boobs were rather small though. She wore a blue mini-skirt and a long sleeved white top, and a brown belt dangling around her waist, and had a turtle-shaped backpack. Her name was Sarah Pattrel, the school billionaire girl, as well as another cheerleading beauty.

The Beauty Trio was what they were called. They were part of the top ten hotties, but the three were also the most ruthless when it came to picking on the less-popular, namely Peter Talbot, and the envy to most girls like Jaqueline.

As the two sat down, Mari noticed Jaqueline looking at the three longingly. She leaned over, as she asked, "Enjying the envy?"

Jaqueline sighed, "I so wish I could be like those girls."

Mari arched an eyebrow, "What? Stuck up and snooty? You know girls like that are nothing but trouble once they let their beauty goes to their heads. All they do is look through a mirror and see themselves."

"I know that, Mari, but still…" Jaqueline sighed, as she looked at the trio, having a conversation all to themselves, as Jaqueline leaned on the desk, sighing in sadness. "… I wish I could learn their beauty secrets. Maybe get a few to work on me."

At the moment, another figure walked in as he plopped near Jaqueline, which made her jump out of her chair. But once she saw this figure, she nearly blushed like crazy, and her glasses fogging up like crazy as well.

The guy was Caucasian, sixteen, small in height, was also slightly larger. He had a slight plump face, despite his slim frame, and had wavy brown hair, which covered his eyes. His hair covered his eyes making his eyes unseeable, despite him still being able to see clearly. He wore a white long-sleeved shirt, a black winter vest with a hood and several pockets on it, baggy jeans, and a pair of white and black sneakers. He was also in the possession of a camera, digital in its design, and a shoulder pack with camera equipment. His name was Michael Corvis, a friend of Peter Talbot, photographer, as well as an expert in getting 'gold' for him and the boys.

But to those who didn't know… Jaqueline's crush. Well, crush was only throwing it. It was down right love for the girl, even if nobody knew what the reason was.

Jaqueline managed to squeak out to him, with a small wave to him, "Um… hi, Mikey…"

Mikey turned to her direction, and smiled, "Oh, hey, Jaqueline. How's' the day starting out for ya?"

Jaqueline smiled, as she answered, "Well, the day's just started, so I haven't the foggiest on any ideas. At least not yet."

"Well, here's hopin' it's a good one for us outcasts," Mikey smirked, giving her a thumbs up. This caused her to bashfully return the thumbs up, as she nearly sunk in her chair from this much contact with Mikey. However, the shaggy-haired boy was getting a stink eye from Mari, as she gave him a scowling death glare. He blinked under his bangs, as he sheepishly waved to her, "Hey, Mari. How…?"

"Just keep your flirtation stuff to yourself, Corvis," Mari warned, as she scooted over to Jaqueline, almost like she wanted to shield her. "And leave Jaqueline be, okay?"

Mikey seemed a little weirded out on it, but shrugged, "Okay. Talk later, Jackie?"

Jaqueline nodded, "Later. Maybe lunch?"

He nodded, "Lunch it is then." And then he and everyone else went to pay attention as the homeroom teacher came in.

Later On

Lunch

All the students were getting their lunches from the serving area, while most of them sat down with the lunches they did bring. Jaqueline and Mari sat alone at a table, munching away at their lunch alone. Until they were met up by a third girl that walked up.

She was an Asian girl of sixteen with a slim figure, light grayish pale skin, with medium periwinkle dyed hair, and had a ponytail tied up with a metallic black scrunchie on the right side, with a few bangs brushed to the left, and light violet eyes. She wore a purple sleeveless spaghetti strap shirt, a gray mini-skirt with the bottom trim torn at the tip, making it a bit raggy in a goth way, with a black belt around her waist, and another one dangling on the right side, with the other end hanging loosely on the left. She also had a black leather jacket with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, with purple torn flaps like a cloak on the shoulders. She also had a purple bracelet on her right wrist, black and purple legging stockings, and black combat boots to finish her look. She was Kylie Ginxem, a real paranormal supernatural bookie, and Jaqueline's first friends when moving in to Everett.

"Hey, Mari. Hey, Jackie," she joyously greeted the two. "Mind if I sit with you two?"

"Sure," Jaqueline smiled. But then frowned, as Kylie sat next to her, "And can you please not call me Jackie?" She sighed heavily, groaning, "Why does everyone keep calling me Jackie?"

Kylie glomped on the nerdy girl, as she smirked, "Because you're my Jackie Girl! And besides, it makes you sound cute."

Jaqueline pulled away, as she frowned, "But I'm not cute. I'm scrawny. I have no chest, butt, not even clear skin. My eye sight's atrocious, and my hair's all dry with split ends."

Kylie and Mari looked at Jaqueline and then to each other, as the two sighed, knowing full well this was why Jaqueline was always so down and out. She had been surrounded by girls who could pass on as supermodels and pop idols, but none of that could ever compare to how inadequate it made Jaqueline feel. Even when she was going through her growth spurts, she may have grown in height, but in the bust and butt department, she was stunted to say the least.

At the moment, Mari looked onward, and changed the subject, "Hey, guys. Check it."

The two girls turned, and all three noticed Ashley, Maria, and Roland walk in, along with a few jocks. Sarah walked along with her left arm slung around the right arm of a teenager around her age. Like Peter Talbot and Michael Corvis, he was a Caucasian sixteen-year old with short cut Black Brown hair, military style, but had a few strands of tussles sticking out in on the front right side, with dark brown eyes, slightly dark tanned skin, and of medium build and height. He was dressed in blue and white sweats, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and he wore white and black sneakers. He was Thomas Sizemore, or Tommy for short, a self-made punk among the class, and he seemed pretty miffed. Then again, he always seemed miffed.

He and Sarah started dating during their Freshmen year. It was a talked about topic around the two; the self-made punk boy with the billionaire pink-haired cheerleader girl. She was also a refined cheerleader who seemed she should go date a boy who would have been a rich kid too. But Thomas was one of the best Lacrosse players on the team; a star player. So it would only be reasonable that the two would be dating, as a much talked about topic or power couple. But strangely enough, when no one was watching them, they seemed to share some rather spicy intimate moments when they were alone together.

Kylie smirked, "Man, I can't believe that Pattrel's dating a guy like Sizemore."

Jaqueline blinked, as she asked, "They're dating? But she's a cheerleader, and he's… well, he's barely on the Lacrosse team. And I've heard he lives in a house near the junkyard at the garage pit. Why would she go out with him?"

Kylie leaned in, and whispered, "Well, from what I've heard, they're an item because I believe… he treats her like a person rather than some high school idol."

As they were walking in, the speaker phone was sounding off. As it did, a male voice spoke up, announcing current events: ATTENTION STUDENTS. THIS IS PRINCIPAL FLOOTY REMINDING YOU THAT TODAY IS THE LAST DAY TO SIGN UP FOR THE WOLFCREEK SPRING BREAK CAMPING TRIP. REMEMBER, IT'S YOUR SPRING BREAK, WHAT BETTER WAY THAN TO SPEND IT OUTDOORS. And then it stopped as the trio of girls walked straight to the Jocks' table.

The girly trio looked tone another, and only two being Kylie and Mari, looked to each other and nodded in agreement. But Jaqueline seemed slightly confused, but innerly worried, as the two slowly turned to her, with mischievous grins spreading on their faces, as she got even more uncomfortable.

Then it finally hit her, as she slowly pushed away, "Oh no. Please no. Please?"

"Oh no, we're not planning to go on that field trip. We know how much you hate the outdoors," Kylie stated, as she shrugged. "What with your weak lungs and all."

"Even though it's a personal sacrifice for me, since I like to go hiking and mountain biking," Mari stated, showcasing she loved the outdoors. "Not to mention a buttload of other outdoor sports that involve swimming, climbing, and other sports."

Jaqueline blinked, "So wha…?"

"We're gonna hang out at your place for the whole Spring Break," Kylie smirked.

Jaqueline sweat dropped, as she gulped, "Huh?! WHAAA…?!"

Mari scooted over, as she made her eyebrows bounce, "Well, since you don't wanna go out anywhere, and you're always stuck in either your apartment or your lab…"

"We can have a weekend long slumber party," Kylie smirked.

Now Jaqueline was really freaking out, as the nerdy girl was worried on what would detain on this slumber party between all three of them. "Um… exactly… what are we gonna do during this um… slumber party?" And then she looked to Kylie, as she asked, "And don't you have a job at Boo's N'Nobles? Won't this cause problems in your schedule?"

"Nah, it's okay. They give me the morning shifts," Kylie explained. "I can always be over at 3." She then looked to Mari, "So… food wise?"

"I'll get the pizzas, snacks, and flavored carbonated water drinks," Mari assured her.

"Clear America," Kylie asked.

"Lemonade, Cherry Limeade," Mari chimed, and then smirked. "Oh. And they just came up with a grape flavor."

"Anything else on the plate," Kylie asked.

"Ooooh, we could go clubbing," Mari smiled. "There's this new little spot, the Full Moon, it's perfect for teens to go raving."

Jaqueline paled at this, as she stuttered, "C-C-C-Clubbing? Y-y-you mean dancing, all the flashy lights, and dancing, loud music… and dancing…"

The two girls looked to one another as they shook their head, as Mari pointed out, "Boys, girls. Maybe both at once. Probably go someplace private as well… if things become intimate."

The tow looked to one another, as Kylie laughed, "Oh come on, I doubt we'll get that lucky." But then Kylie sighed, as she slumped on the table in her arms, smiling dreamingly, "Besides… there's one guy I wanna go clubbing with more than ever."

Mari and Jaqueline looked to each other and knew exactly who the goth girl was talking about. Though Jaqueline, sadly… knew who she was talking about. Mikey Corvis. The same boy that she had been pining over, was also the guy that Kylie was madly in love with as well. In fact, Kylie had fallin in love with him first, making her the third wheel. Jaqueline looked away, saddened at the realization that her love life was just all together doomed. Mari looked in her direction, and also knew what Jaqueline was thinking, as she looked to Kylie.

'Oh Kylie…' she thought as she looked to both her friends, as she thought, '…if only they knew they were in love with the same guy. I just wish there was some way they could both have him…'

However, that argument was put to rest, as suddenly, Roland, the school bully and sadist… not to mention glutton for self-destruction… popped up from behind, and grabbed Mikey, getting everyone's attention at this. "Well, look what we have here?" and flipped the struggling Mikey upside down, as he walked over to their table. Christie and Peter followed after them, as Roland pointed Mikey's head to the ground over a tray of spilled chili, "Looks like I found a new use for you, Corvis: a human mop."

Mikey struggled as he defied the action, "Dude! That chili's still hot! I don't wanna run the risk of my scalp burning."

Jaqueline and the three girls looked at this in horror, getting up from their table, as Mari pointed out, "I know Mikey's a perv… but even he doesn't deserve this."

Kylie gasped, as she covered her mouth, "Mikey, no…"

Jaqueline could also look in horror, as she looked in worry at Mikey. 'Oh no… what can I do? That much heat in the chili could cause serious damage to the scalp. If only…' she started to doubt and question herself in doubt, as she continued to think, 'If only I wasn't so weak, I could… I might…'

"Roland, knock it off and put him down!"

The girls and everyone else turned to see someone standing up to Roland from behind him. He was a young man at the age of sixteen, slim build but not gangly, Caucasian, with black messy hair with bangs on the left side being unkempt, and brown eyes. He wore a black T-shirt, with blue baggy jeans, and red and white sneakers with a blue and black hooded sports authority jacket halfway zipped up, a green long sleeved sweater tied around his waist, and a black backpack on his left shoulder, and he wore glasses. His name was Peter Talbot, Mikey's best friend.

Roland didn't care for him, as he merely responded, "If he doesn't work out, you'll get your chance. So wait your turn."

"Put him down!"

"Wait your turn!"

"PUT HIM DOWN!"

"WAIT YOUR TURN, YOU WORMY NOBODY!"

Finally, Peter got so fed up, he finally shouted, "PUT HIM DOWN, FRANCIS!"

The crowd hushed over, as whispered gasps were sounded out. Even Jaqueline gulped at this, as she saw Roland turn his attention to Talbot, and dropped Mikey to the floor. Mikey scrambled back to his feet, as Christie rushed over to help him up, as all they could do was watch as Roland slowly strolled towards Peter.

Peter gulped, as he nervously asked, "Shouldn't have said your real name, should I?"

"Nope. But now, I'm going to kill you. For real," Roland threatened, as he cracked his knuckles. And he delivered a powerful punch to Peter's stomach, causing Peter to hunch over and grab his stomach in agony.

Everyone who witnessed this gasped, as did Jaqueline. She never liked violence, or condoned it done to others. It was one thing she never understood why people did such things for not reason.

The one-sided fight continued, as Roland mercilessly beat Peter Talbot while he was still down. But Peter wasn't backing down, as he continued to get up, despite his physical disabilities. Even if Roland was wailing down on him with no mercy. A girl, Christie Argent, was rushing in to help him, but Roland threw her aside.

Then he finally shouted, "WHO ELSE WANTS TO FIGHT ME, EH? WHO WANTS ME TO KIL THEM?!"

"ALRIGHT, ENOUGH YOU WANKERS!" somebody shouted, as the crowd backed away to make room for the authority figure. The man appeared Caucasian in appearance, early forties, physically fit for a scrawny fellow, short brown hair and brown eyes, and from his tone of voice and looks, he appeared to be of British origin. He wore a grey T-shirt, brown coat, blue jeans and brown shoes. His name was Paul Vincent, the Biology Class, as well as coach of the Lacrosse team. And boy, was he pissed at Zellinski.

He pulled Roland away roughly by his shirt, and snarled, "Roland Zellinski. What exactly did we discuss about your behavior? If you have aggression, work it on the field, not the students."

"I wasn't being aggressive," Roland lied.

"Oh, really," Coach Vincent asked, as he pointed to the recovered Christine, helping out a slowly recovering but bruised Peter. "Well, what was all this? A misunderstanding involving you being misunderstood? Or were you being a wankin' asshole? As always." Roland remained silent, obviously denying anything about all this, thinking he could get away with this. But Vincent wasn't letting it go this easily, as he shrugged, "Okay, fine. Expect to have a cold Spring Break. You're not going on the Camping trip. Instead, you'll spend it on school community service… as my janitor for the gym stadium, the locker room, and anything else I can come up with."

Roland looked appalled at that idea, and turned to Ashley to help him. However, she turned a blind eye, obviously upset that he'd act like a major asshole. Roland huffed out anger, as he seethed out, "My foster parents will tan my hyde for this, Coach."

"Well, you should have thought about that, before you attempted murder in this cafeteria, with half the staff watching you," Vincent shrugged off, and walked away, planning to make the necessary paperwork.

Once he was gone, Peter and Christine were back on their feet, with Mikey helping them both. But Roland stomped towards the trio, as he snarled, "The next chance I get… I'll kill you, Talbot." And stomped off, pushing Ashley and the others away.

Once the three were left alone, the trio gulped in fear towards one another. If there was one thing they learned during their freshmen year, you never piss off Roland Zellinski like that. The kid had a major asshole temper that couldn't be tempered with. It made him do stupid things, and he didn't care what happened. One time when someone looked at Ashley the wrong way, they ended up with their legs broken, and with almost no chance of walking again. Somehow Roland seemed to get away with it, but Coach Vincent seemed to be the only one to do something about it.

the whole ordeal was done with, as the trio of friends stood by as Peter was being helped up by Christie Argent and Mikey. The trio looked to one another, as Jaqueline sighed in defeat, "Maybe… slumber party spring break might not be a bad idea."

"Yeah, gives us an excuse to stay in numbers," Mari stated.

"And to avoid the walking steroid adrenaline case that's Roland Zellinski," Kylie chimed.

Jaqueline sighed, as she asked, "My place?"

They all looked to one another, and each said in unison, "My/Your place."

Next Chapter: A Fateful Encounter