For the next couple of years, I was on my own. Hiding out in bars, living in abandoned houses, drinking my life away, using my special powers to manipulate people to get what I want, including money.

It wasn't until the week of my eighteenth birthday that I realized that I was turning out to be exactly like my deadbeat father.

"Now entering: Lima, Ohio"

I pulled off to the side of the road, and reread the sign.

Lima? How did I make it here? Of all the places.

You see, Lima is where my Uncle Jack lived. I hadn't seen him since I was seven, when he got in a fight with my mom over how bad of a guy my dad was. She didn't believe him and leave my dad, so he left having nothing to do with my family ever since. Smart guy.

Uncle Jack wasn't actually my uncle, but he grew up with my mom when they were kids, so he's practically family. So stumbling into Lima isn't just coincidental, maybe fate or whatever wanted me to reconcile with him. He was a better father figure than my actual father was.

Lima is a pretty small town, but I'd never actually been here before. I just remember little descriptions that Uncle Jack told me. I remember him saying that if you drove to a gas station and ask for someone, they would know exactly who they were.

So that's what I decided to do. I stopped at the nearest gas station, parked my bike, threw my helmet under my arm as I made my way into the gas station.

As I opened the door and the bell jingled, everyone (which was like 5 people) stopped what they were doing and looked at me. I could already feel my blood start to boil.

"Ok everyone, you've seen me, now get back to whatever you were doing." I announced to the crowd.

They continued to stare, but eventually went back to shop.

"Whatever," I muttered under my breath. I made my way to the cashier. "Hey, I was wondering if you could point me in the direction of a Jack Porter?"

"Who wants to know?" The cashier, Robert, as his name tag said, asked.

"Me. He's my uncle." I said, rather harshly.

"What do I get for this information?" Robert asked, such a fucking sleeze.

"Nothing."

"Well then you get nothing."

"Listen, pal, don't tempt me. I'm not a pretty sight when I get angry."

It's a good thing I spent the past couple of years learning to control my abilities and figuring out what all I can do, otherwise he would've been in pieces by now.

"Listen, dude, I don't care who you are but if your not buying anything, get out." he counteracted.

"Alright, thanks anyway." I stuck my hand out. He placed his hand in it with a knowing smirk. "You shouldn't have pissed me off." I said with a wink.

I tightened my grip on his hands as he let out a scream, which is suddenly silenced when I stared straight into his eyes and compelled him to forget this whole encounter and tell me where I could find my uncle.

"He works at the high school, McKinely." Robert said in a monotonous voice.

"Thank you, kind sir." I chuckled letting go of his hand, leaving him with a confused and pained look on his face. So I might've left him with a couple of broken fingers, consider him lucky.

I grabbed a beer on my way out, downed it, and threw the can away before I headed over to the school.

It was the middle of August, but I could've cared less about the fact that kids have already started the new school year, and they were heading to their first classes of the day. Yeah, my time perception was a little off, but I didn't need time anyway.

I rode into the parking lot, revving my engine, attracting attention of onlookers.

I parked in a handicap spot only because I didn't give a shit, and I could easily get out of trouble. I took my helmet off, and ran a hand through my mohawk as I made eye contact with a group of cheerleaders. I winked through my Aviators as I took my leather jacket off and threw it over my shoulder. I was a freakin' stud and I owned it.

I made my way through the school's hallways and to the principal's office. It was way too easy to 'convince' him that I was a new student and to give me History with Mr. Porter as my homeroom.

The bell rings while I was getting my schedule, so when I finally made my way to my homeroom, I see that Jack has already started his lesson.

I knocked on the door. He came to open it.

"Hi," he said, "You must be the new student that Mr. Figgins just called me about. Welcome, I'm Mr. Porter."

"Noah Puckerman" I replied, my eyes making contact with his.

"Noah?"

"Hey, Uncle Jack."

I moved past him and headed to the back of the classroom. The only seat available was one next to a brunette girl wearing toddler-like clothes and a headband. As I sat down, she introduced herself.

"Hey new guy! I'm Rachel Berry, a star-in-the-making. I saw you pull in on your bike this morning, might I add you have a really nice one. I just wanted to wish you a warm welcome to McKinely High..." I put my finger on her lips to shut her up.

"You talk too much and too loud, just to let you know." I whispered to her with a sly smile.

She blushed but shut up for the rest of the class period.

As Jack taught something about the Indians being the first to invade China or something like that, he kept looking in my direction. It kind of felt like he was reading me.

The bell finally rang, waking me up from my daze. I was the last to go out the door when Jack stopped me.

"Noah, what are you doing here?" he asked, concerned.

"I came to see you, Jack." It was technically the truth. The less he knew the safer he was. Or so I thought.

"We both know that's not why you're here. I know you ran away. And I know why. We're the same, Noah. That's why I left you and your mom all those years ago. I didn't have control. It was too late for me, but it's not too late for you. I can teach you. You don't have to keep running, trust me, because that's exactly what I did."

It's hard to process, but Jack was like me. I didn't know how he knew, but just being in his presence made me feel safer than I have been in a long time.

"You'll learn in time, but you have to promise to stay under the radar. Ok? Meet me here after school. I'll let you crash at my place." He continued.

I was speechless until I finally understood that he is trying to help me with my 'problem'. I could've always run away, but Jack got me. I wasn't sure if I could fully trust him yet, but it was worth a shot.

"Thanks, Uncle Jack. I've missed you, man." I pulled him into a hug.

"That's Mr. Porter to you." He said, laughing.

Well, what do you guys think? I just wanted to write something different, so I did. Don't know how it's gonna turn out, but I would love some reviews or suggestions. Thanks for reading! Xx