Hey! It's me again. I want to thank all of you for your support. I think I'm going to cry for happiness. Seriously, when I published this story I wasn't happy with it at all and I was surprised from your response. So I want to thank all of you who reviewed and put this story in their favorites or alerts. Thank you :''''') I love you all!

Also, these two chapters were mostly to introduce you to Stiles' and Derek's lives. The next chapter will be more interesting because they'll interact more.

Sadly I don't own the characters :''( Only the plot.

"Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win."

-Stephen King.

Chapter 2.

I should say that my life is perfect. I should say that I'm the luckiest person in the world, being gifted with with such a great brain. I should be grateful that God had decided to make me more gifted than the others. I should also tell you that I was looking forward to do the great things I was meant to do.

I should, but I won't. I don't really like lying so I won't tell you those things because I'm not lucky nor grateful for this so called gift that God gave me. No. Everyone think that I am so lucky and blessed or whatever but they don't know how it feels having everyone expecting you to be perfect at everything. Expecting you to become a man that will change the world some day.

Of course they didn't know. They were normal, like everyone else. They had normal expectations from their lives like finding a decent job, making a family and other stuff that normal people do.

I couldn't have all those things so I tried to be as normal as I could but no. The government had to sent those agents looking after me, making me feel like a freak. Also the fact that those FBI agents were standing there, looking at me like I was some kind of experiment angered me more. How dare they look at me like that?

"Now are we done? I want to watch my best friend playing lacrosse", I said, trying to seem bored.

"Stilinski, behave please," officer White said sternly. "Don't make me call your father"

"Oh for God's shake, what do you want from me?" I snapped, knowing that I was acting like a dick but at that point I didn't care. I was tired and frustrated and I just wanted to get the hell out of here.

"It's okay," the older agent, Chris Argent, said calmly.

"No, it's not," said Derek Hale, the one that had gotten my attention at first. Not in a I'm-attracted-to-you way. It was just that something about his silence made me feel like he was a puzzle that I had to solve. Or maybe it was just my hyperactive mind that was trying to find something interesting.

"Derek," Chris Argent said in a warning tone.

"No, Chris, this kid should thank us for coming here," he said glaring at me. "Listen, kid, our job is solving cases and saving people's lives, not guarding a spoiled kid. So be thankful that we're here to protect you".

"Derek," the girl that was introduced as Allison exclaimed, looking shocked.

The blonde girl -Erica- laughed delighted for some reason.

"Well, for your information I didn't ask for your protection," I answered, looking at him coldly, "and I really think that you have to learn what spoiled really means".

Derek Hale raised his eyebrows and was ready to argue back when Laura Hale gave him a look. "Derek, that's enough," she said calmly. "This behavior is highly unprofessional".

"So, since we all are pretty tired I'll tell Genim the details so we can all rest a little," Argent said, changing the subject. "Genim, for your own protection Derek and Vernon will take the dorm next to yours. Erica and Allison will have to sleep at the girl's dorms. Also, We made sure that you'll share your lessons with someone from our team".

Oh God, what did I do to deserve this punishment?

"Also, Laura is going to be the librarian so she can keep an eye on you," Argent continued. "As for me, I'll pose as an officer here. In the meantime we'll be able to investigate those murders in order to find the murderer. Do you have any questions?"

"No, not really," I answered.

He nodded and looked at his team. "I think we're done for today," he said, suddenly looking tired. "I want to go get some sleep now".

It was half an hour later that I had managed to get away from officer White, who was giving me a lecture about inappropriate behavior, and find my friends at our favorite cafe.

Yeah, I know, a geek like me having friends seemed unbelievable and till a year ago it was partially true. You see, before the whole genius thing I actually had a best friend. His name was Scott and I admit that he was pretty silly sometimes but I loved him like a brother. He was the one that helped me go through my mothers death. So, we were seven when a teacher told my dad that I was way too clever after that and after that everything went so wrong.

I graduated high school before I hit puberty and left for Yale. After him I didn't have friends at all till this year when I met him again here. Now I had him as a friend and surprisingly his group of friends had accepted me easily.

"For God's shake, Stilinski, why are you moping?" Jackson asked.

I could say that Jackson was the dick of our group because he didn't really cared about anyone's feelings.

"I'm not moping," I answered immidiately.

"Honey, you're moping," Lydia, Jackson's girlfriend and probably the evilest girl I had met, informed me. "You look like a lost puppy right now".

"Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you but there are no similarities between a puppy and a human being since our anatomy is so..."

"Stiles," Scott groaned. "Please, don't start".

"Just tell us what's wrong," Isaac said with a small smile.

"Yeah, you know we're here," Danny said.

"Nothing new," I answered avoiding their eyes. "Just realized again what a freak I am".

My statement was followed by an awkward silence that usually meant that they knew I was right but they still felt like they had to argue about it. It was kind of sweet really.

"Well, I met this guy yesterday," Danny said. "God, he was perfect".

Of course Danny was trying to change the subject because he knew how bad I felt. He was always the only one that tried to lighten up the mood when I was feeling bad about myself.

Danny was best friends with Jackson since they were three and to be honest I couldn't really understand it. I mean Jackson is a dick and Danny is the sweetest person I have ever met. So, I couldn't really understand how this dynamic worked but I knew for sure that if someone made even the slightest homophobic comment about Danny, Jackson would make them regret it.

"Well when you call something perfect is when it is conforming absolutely to the description or definition of an ideal type," I said, giving him a thankful smile for the change of subject. "That means that he is in fact perfect for you but not for everyone since each person considers perfect something different..."

"Oh, shut up Stiles," they all said together.

I pouted and everyone laughed, including me.

Maybe I was a freak. Maybe my life was far from my ideal perfect but at least I was lucky enough to have people that I could call friends.

So yeah :$ Was it good or horrible?

Also, I have this little question. First chapter had 13 reviews but under the summary it says that it only has 9. Why is that? D: