Sam didn't want to do this. He didn't want to walk into the school with eyes all over him. He just wanted to be a kid again, laying on his parents' bed between them and listening to his mother read him a bedtime story. He just wants to have everything like it used to be. Sam closes his eyes, trying to dull out the pain before heading to the intimidating building.
In front of Sam, he can see a bunch of kids talking and laughing, while some are just trying to fit in with kids that obviously want nothing to do with them. Sam sees two boys and a girl talking. One of the guys seems to be really into the conversation. He was moving all around in spastic movement and flaring his arms all around. It reminded Sam of a squirrel. The thought makes him smile. He keeps his head down as he walks past them.
"No, man, I wish. I'm gonna have nightmares for like a week." The other guy says, but the first guy and the girl have their eyes on Sam. Sam keeps his head down as he hurries up the steps, feeling uncomfortable by their eyes.
Once inside Sam feels as if he can somewhat breathe, but he still feels very uncomfortable here. He wants to be home, but he knows he can't. Sam closes his eyes, the pain in his heart aching once more. He doesn't want this life. He wants his old life. Sam lets out a shaky breath trying to regain some sort of stability.
He opens his eyes to see a redhead walking through the door. She glances him over making him want to just disappear. He has seen those looks before. Mostly from girls. They look at him those eyes of a predator and he's their next meal. He can see the desire in the girls that surround the redhead. He can see the other girls staring at him like a hot piece of stake that a dog would look at.
"Hey, are you new?" One of the girls asks, but Sam didn't want to answer. He wants to go. He wants to run. If there is anything that Sam doesn't like its girls that like him. Girls, in general, isn't something he likes. He has always been gay and having girls look at him like the way they do make him want to puke not because it's gross, but because it makes him so uncomfortable. "Aw, are you shy?" Sam wants to die in this moment. He wants to die so he doesn't have to deal with these girls.
Sam feels his hands shaking, but to keep these beasts from seeing he puts them in his pockets. He can't show weakness. If he shows weakness it's like blood in the water for hungry sharks. These girls will be on him in seconds. He has seen it before. He just has to be clear... as much as a mute like him can be. He straightened up and points to his throat before shaking his head.
"Wait... are you mute?" One of the girls asks. This can go two ways, Sam knows that very well. They could find him being a mute a total turn on or they could find it a total shut down. Sam is hoping for the second option.
Thankfully before any of them could say another word the bell rings and Sam makes his escape. He pulls out his crumpled class list and looks it over. Math. The first class of the day. Sam is good at math, so he doesn't worry too much. He just wants this day to be over.
Luckily for Sam, the day did fly by. The classes were okay and the kids left him alone after the first experience that morning. Sam can only imagine news travel fast in this small school and everyone knows that he's mute now and decided to leave him alone. He heads out of the school determined to get home as soon as possible when he collides with a heavy chest. "Oh, sorry." Sam steps back and looks up to see a guy standing before him. He is pretty solid and tall. He has short hair and dark eyes. He's okay looking, but Sam didn't need anyone, so he was more than happy to walk away, but he could see the look in this guy's eyes. The same look that the girls get. He nearly groaned in agony over seeing it. He looks at the guy with a heavy look. "You must be the guy everyone is talking about. The mute right?" Sam gives a nod. "Hey, do you know Sign Language. I had to take it when I was little, my cousin's deaf. If you want-" Sam shakes his head and moves around this guy and hurries out of the school. He didn't want to talk to this guy with ASL nor does he want anything to do with anyone. He just wants to go home.
Derek's car pulls up and Sam quickly hops in. "How was school?" The glare Sam gave Derek says it all. It manages to put chills down Derek's spine. Sam has one hell of a Hale glare. Derek pulls out of the school and heads for their house. "Can we talk?" Sam gives him a look. "What I mean is I talk you listen." Sam nods. "I went into the woods this morning to see what the police was going on about." Sam cocks his head in questions. "And..." Derek trails off, his hands tightening on the wheel. "And it's Laura, Sam." Sam closes his eyes. "She-" Sam shakes his head. He doesn't want to know.
Sam spells out, 'kill' on the window by blowing steam onto it. Derek frowns. "Kill the thing that did it?" Sam nods. Derek reaches over and rubs Sam's arm. "I'm going to. We're staying here until I can find it."
'Were or Hunt?' Sam spells out.
"Alpha." Sam closes his eyes again. "It's going to be okay, Sam-" Sam shakes his head. It's not going to be okay. He lost another family member and another piece of himself.
Sam sits in the woods later that day. He likes sitting in the woods. It's always peaceful. Sam can sit for hours with nothing, but the sound of nature filling his ears. Sam closes his eyes and relaxes to the sound of birds chirping and cricket's chirping.
His eyes snap open as he hears a twig snap. He sees Derek walking towards him. He looks like he's in a daze. Sam cocks his head to the side as a sign of worry. "I'm fine." Derek mutters. "I finished burying Laura a few hours ago, so that should be fine." Derek tells him. Sam motions to the woods behind Derek. "Nothing happened." Sam raises an eyebrow at his cousin's defensive voice. "Just forget it, Sammy." Sammy takes his notebook out from his bag and begins to write.
'So much for talking and being close.' He writes, causing Derek to roll his eyes.
"Hard to do when you don't talk, Sam." Sam glares at him, but Derek glares right back. "Don't start with me, Sam. You forget that you're not the only one who lost someone. If you won't talk then why the hell should I?" Sam's glare falters and a frown takes its place.
'That's not fair.' Sam writes.
"Life's not fair, Sammy." The sound of voices snap the cousins from their fighting.
'What was that?'
"Come on, let's go see what that is about." Sam gets up and puts his things in his bag, zipping it up, and putting the strap on his right shoulder. His hand goes to his, holding it in place, as he and Derek head towards the voices.
"I could have sworn this was it. I saw the body, the deer came running. I dropped my inhaler." Sam and Derek walk into the clearing to see the two boys from Sam's school standing there. The sam boys he saw this morning. The guy with the mop for hair crouches down to look for his inhaler, while the buzz cut guy watches him. Not bothering to offer his help.
"Maybe the killer moved the body."
"If he did, I hope he left my inhaler. Those things are like eighty bucks." The buzz cut guy finally notices Derek and Sam, causing him to jump in surprise and fear.
"Oh!" He hits the mop-haired guy, causing him to look at the buzz cut before standing up and turning around. Derek starts forward with Sam trailing behind. "What are you doing here? Huh? This is private property."
"Uh, sorry, man, we didn't know." The buzz cut guy says as he looks at Derek and then at Sam. Sam feels the buzz cut's eyes on him, causing him to look up and at him. Sam freezes as he stares at the buzz cut. His breath catches in his throat, his hands turn clammy and sweaty, his body shakes both with nerves and hunger, but it isn't food he is hungry for. His body hums with electricity as tightness fills his groin. He stares the buzz cut boy, his mouth drooling with desire. He bites back a whimper as his wolf whines with being so far from the boy. His wolf wants the boy to be beside him, in him. Sam closes his eyes as images of that boy in him filled his mind. This time he did whimper, unable to hold it back. His body tingled with the thoughts of what it wanted to be done to it by this man. "Sam!" Sam's eyes snap open to see both of the boys staring at him, the buzzcut still staring at him with the same lustful look as before, while the other is staring at him with confusion. "Let's go." Derek grabs Sam's sweaty hand and makes his way back to the house. Only when they are out of earshot and sight of the two boys does Derek drop Sam's hand. "Yuck, Sam! You're sweating as if you just got water dumped on you." Derek says as he whipes his hand on his jeans, trying to get rid of all the sweat that has drenched it. "What the hell was that about anyways."
Sam shifts his weight from foot to foot, groaning in discomfort at the feeling it creates between his legs. "Sam..." Sam's face turns beat red as he realizes Derek suddnely knew what was bothering Sam. This is worst than those girls this morning. Now Sam just wants to be swallows up by the ground. "Did you just find your mate?"