THIS IS NOT A NEW CHAPTER. (if you read my note on the last chapter, you'd know why)

This will probably by my only first person chapter ever. Clearly it needs work, but I still wanted to experiment a little. I hope it's not too awful! Let me know what y'all think?

Disclaimer: Still don't own shit.

Whelps, my names Stiles Stilinski of Manhattan, and my current residence is hell. Now, many adults would disagree with me and say it is a normal place where delinquents such as I learn and get educated. And they're right, but nonetheless it all false into the same category under 'hell.'

School. Ah good ol' school. The smell of district lunch, bathrooms, and paper. Apparently, some idiot thought it was wise to put hundreds of hormonal sex-craved adolescence under one building and teach them the boring traditional subjects of math, English, science, etc. Hey, I pass them anyway, so what's it to me?

The point is today, out of all the other days, is even suckier than usual. A couple of morons decided it was a good idea to launch their gums into Mrs. Dwight's (my English teacher) hair. And of course the hubba bubba troll asks the class who did it and guess who they point the finger at? Right, Stiles the rookie! That bitch didn't even have any proof and yet she still gave me a month's worth of detention.

It doesn't end there. And I can thank my lucky stars that the ghost of torture still continues to haunt my ass from California all the way to New motherfucking York. Anyway, Coach Farnsworth wanted have a little fun with the new kid today by singling me out during doge ball. It was basically the whole class vs. 'Stupinski.' Might as well step onto a battlefield with no weapons and armor.

So here I am, it's lunch now, and I'm sitting in the nurses' office with a giant headache thanks to some idiot who hit me there. I told her that my head hurts, but the mushroom threw an icepack at me. I squeezed my eyes shut and clenched the ice pack in anger. I was so tempted to call Harvey to pick me up, but that would end with me having a bigger headache then before. Harvey… yeah another thing with Harvey-bear. We sort of got into a mini fight in the morning on my way to school. I don't even remember what it was about.

I lied down and threw my arm over my eyes, shielding them from the ugly gray ceiling. Nothing has fucking changed, except for my knowledge about my biological narcissistic father. If you look at it, I'm still treated like shit. If it's my sarcasm, sorry pal, I can't change that even if I wanted to. I shifted on the bed, the white paper crumpling and crackling under me. I guess traveling across the country doesn't change anything at all. Hence, another reason to go to Canada.

I got up and threw the cheap icepack on the uncomfortable bed. I slung my jansport over my shoulder and exited the office. This pity party calls for a snack! I made my way over to the vending machine and grinned when I saw no line. I guess fortune has smiled at me after all. I slid in Mr. Washington and felt my grin stretch wider as he slipped in with ease. Sweet. I punched in number five and watched as heaven wrapped in orange dropped into the dispenser. I reached in and took out my beloved Recess Pieces. I unwrapped the treat, broke it in half, and ate it. I swirled the peanut butter and chocolate in my mouth.

Sweet indeed.

"Hey, Stupinski!"

Oh God. Just what I needed. Dumb and dumber came to play. I turned around, and to my disgust, came face to face with Harry Morgan and his two goons- or should I say Harriet. This gorilla has been breathing down my neck ever since I came to this stupid academy.

I felt my muscles growing tense as he came closer to me. Harry snatched the snack out of my hand, took a bite, and then threw it behind him.

Boy, did I wish he was allergic to peanut butter.

"Hey, hey, hey, little fag." He chimed and stepped closer. Too close. "Aw, what's wrong? Got a little headache from gym today? Need to call daddy to make it feel better?" The gorilla laughed and so did his apes. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention, that idiot who hit me hard on the head with a doge ball? Take a lucky guess.

I straightened the backpack over my shoulder, extremely tempted to swing it at his big head. "I've come across rotting bodies that are less offensive than you are, Harry."

The three stooges stopped laughing. I could tell Harry was getting angry because of his red, well redder, neck.

"Listen fag, why don't you go back to planet fagatron?" He sneered.

"I'd like to see things from your point of view, but I can't seem to get my head that far up your ass." I said curtly.

His little posse 'Oooo'd a bit and Harry was red all over. Harry pushed my shoulder, but I didn't stumble back. Not like I used to. That really ticked me off though. You see, one thing I've learned is that this isn't California anymore. This is New York. If you're gonna go around and pick a fight, let alone get into one, you better own up to it.

"What do want from me Harry?" I asked. "What's wrong, you don't get any attention back home?"

Harry snorted. "Word has it you don't."

My eyebrows knotted together. "What the hell are you talking about?"

He shrugged mockingly. "Oh I don't know." He started to casually circle around me like a wolf to his prey, but I'm not a prey. I'm an alpha. "It all seems so familiar. Kid gets adopted back by his real father, and then gets dumped here, only to be forgotten. Actually, it sounds like a bad joke."

I felt the color from my face drain slightly. I swallowed thickly. "How the hell do you know that?"

He grinned mischievously, "Does it matter? Your dad didn't even know you existed! I bet he regrets taking you in the day he signed that document," he smirked, "I know I would."

I breathed heavily through my nose and balled my fists. Nothing was calming me down.

Nothing.

"The point is Stupinski, is that no one wants you. Not your daddy, not this school, not even your whore of a moth-

I didn't even let him finish that sentence. Sudden adrenaline kicked in and the next thing you know my fist has collided with Harry's face. He stumbled back and fell down slightly. He stopped his thugs from attacking me, and they both understood that this was between me and Harry. That or they're too chicken to fight at all.

He smiled with blood stained teeth. "What's the plan Superman? Gonna run to Papa? Oh wait, forgot he's not there."

I saw red all over. I was fucking done being treated like shit. I was gonna kick Harry in the gut, but he was better prepared this time. He grabbed my ankle and tripped me. The back of my head painfully connected with the floor and I felt something straddling my waist. Harry's fist linked with my right cheekbone and I groaned in pain. I used both of my arms to help shield my face from the repeated blows that kept coming. Though it does not sound attractive, I gathered enough force in my pelvis to thrust Harry forward and off my waist. I quickly jumped to my feet and delivered another punch to his face.

Everything seemed to be automatic after that. All the hurt, anger, pain, and stress, was generated through my blows. What Harry said cut through me like a dagger because I feared it could be true. I was so tired of this ongoing routine of me doing nothing while being hurt. I will not be run over or weak. Enough was enough.

We both fought for what felt like forever until I felt arms wrap around me.

"HEY! ENOUGH YOU TWO! TO THE PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE, NOW!" Farnsworth yelled.

I forcefully shrugged the restraining arms around me and gathered my things. I shot Coach Farnsworth a dirty look before going to the principal's office. I pursed my lips at the taste of metallic and wiped blood from the crook of my mouth.

Harvey's gonna love this.

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After Principal McCarthy's boring lectures, I waited for my 'parental unit' to arrive. I clutched the hem of my ruined uniform blazer and traced the various blood stains on my dress shirt, noting the two different colors.

Harry's dad had already picked him up and I knew that my own father was going to be twice as angry than his was. I looked down at my feet and groaned. My body ached all over and I didn't need to look in the mirror to know that I looked like death. Honestly, though this pain feels unbearable, I feel like the wrath of Harvey is gonna be much much worse.

Footsteps filled my ears and I looked up to see Harvey.

Angry.

Holy shit, I think I almost pissed my pants then and there. His eyes were as dark and lifeless as a black hole and they promised no mercy. My heart was swelling with fear like a balloon, and it was a matter of time before it popped.

Harvey disappeared in Principal McCarthy's study for a few minutes before reappearing. I tried to hear what they were discussing, but I guess the walls were purposely made not to be paper thin. My eyes were still trained on the floor.

"Let's go."

His voice cut through the air like a razor, and I got up reluctantly. I tried really hard to keep up, but my torso was killing me. With every step I took was a painful jab up my chest.

Harvey sat in the car and I made the right expected decision of sitting in the way, way, back. Despite from feeling pain, I was petrified, and the sight of Harvey's white knuckles gripping the steering wheel wasn't helping me feel any better. The wrath of Harvey was ready and boy was it coming.

After the maddengly silent ride, we pulled up the drive way. Harvey got out of the car and shut the door so hard that it left the car swaying side to side. My fear upgraded to a higher level, and I was certain he was going to kill me.

I slowly followed him into the building and thanked God for elevators. We stepped in and some people made room for us, or they didn't want to touch the boy covered in blood. I ignored their dirty looks. The elevator chimed and its doors opened revealing a familiar hall. We walked to our home and Harvey opened the door. Instead of being greeted with a homey atmosphere, I was greeted by promise of pain.

"Bathroom. Now." Harvey ordered.

I obeyed and heard him follow behind me. I could literally hear the sound of my own heart beat with every step I took. I just hoped he didn't.

We stepped inside the large luxurious bathroom and I briefly studied my face in the mirror. I had a small gash on the left side of my head. There was a large cut across the right side of my brow, still bleeding by the way. My lip was split; I had two bruises on the left side of my face and one on my right cheekbone.

"Sit."

"Harvey-

"Sit." He said through clenched teeth.

I barely spoke the man's name and I managed to piss him off even more. Way to go Stiles.

I gently sat on the marble counter and watched Harvey leave the room before returning with what looked like a first aid kit.

"H-Harvey I-

"You don't get to talk," he said angrily.

Suddenly, my shoes seemed more interesting than his eyes.

"Shirt off." He ordered.

I kept my head bowed in shame and unbuttoned my shirt with haste. My hands were so shaky that I stumbled upon most of the buttons. Harvey exhaled through his nose; patience lost, and batted my hands away. He finished unbuttoning my bloodied shirt and parted the fabric. I saw some of the anger in his face fade away as some shock registered instead. I looked down and saw a huge, ugly, black and purple bruise in the slight mid-section of my chest.

Harvey sighed in disapproval and took out some antiseptic wipes out of the kit and ripped it open.

"Look at me," he said, and I did.

Looking into Harvey's eyes was the most difficult thing I had to do. The disappointment was just unbearable. I felt so ashamed.

Harvey put his hand on the back of my head and pressed the antiseptic wipe to my cut. I hissed in pain as it burned, and tried to flinch away, but his grip was firm and held me in place, much to my dismay. After I hissed, Harvey gently blew on the cut, his cool forgiving breathe soothing the pain.

My eyes watered instantaneously as I remembered my mother. When I was four, I was playing in the park and I fell down and scraped my elbows and knees. She applied alcohol to my wounds then quickly blew on them so I wouldn't have to feel the pain. She was the most loving and beautiful mother I could ever ask for. Oh God, why did she have to leave?

A silent tear slipped down my bruised left cheek and I looked at Harvey with only sadness in my eyes.

He wiped away my tear almost tenderly. "None of that." He said softly.

I missed the softness in his voice instead of the hard edginess. My throat felt heavy and it was hard to speak. "I'm sorry," I whispered.

"I know."

Harvey continued to bandage my abused flesh with a feather light touch. My chest seemed to be the only thing hurting me the most. All the other small cuts and bruises were just mini ache's and stings.

Harvey motioned me to follow him. I hate how he didn't verbally order me around. I just came to the conclusion that as of right now Harvey was a volcano. It was a matter of time before his seething anger erupted to the rocky surface.

When I reached the living room, I didn't sit down immediately, thanks to my gnarly stupid bruise. I felt guilty, but not guilty for shutting Harry's cakehole. Oh no, that was a pleasure.

Harvey came back and placed the Tylenol and a glass of water into my hands. I silently took the medicine and drank the water afterwards.

"Sit."

-Ah yes, the coldness has returned.

I slowly sat down and groaned when a painful ache shot from my chest. It hurt like a bitch. However, Harvey's eyes held no sympathy.

"Here," he said giving me an ice pack wrapped in thin cloth, "Put this on."

I backed away slightly on the couch, "N-no."

You kidding me!? When the freaking wind touched the bruise it hurt two times a bitch!

Harvey clenched his jaw. "Put. It. On."

"No! It hurts, Harvey!" I exclaimed.

"Well maybe if you didn't get into a goddamn fight, it wouldn't hurt as much!"

"That's not fair!" I cried. "You don't even know what happened!"

Harvey threw the ice pack on the couch and sat in front of me. "Then put that on and enlighten me."

I grabbed the ice pack and placed it on the left side of my face.

"On your chest, Stiles."

I cursed under my breath and gently placed the ice pack on my big bad bruise. I whimpered slightly when the cool solid touch the tender flesh. I didn't really speak immediately not when he did.

"What's going on with you?" he asked.

I looked into his angry concerned eyes and sighed.

Story time.

"My teachers have it in for me. Today in gym, Mr. Farnsworth thought it was a good idea to single me out from the class, embarrass me, and then play whole class vs. Stiles 'Stupinski.'" My face twisted in disgust as I remembered his sick laughter and the class's. "Then, in English, a couple of jerks threw their gums into Mrs. Dwight's hair. She asked who did it and the whole class blamed me." I looked up and saw that I had Harvey's one hundred percent attention and that he was listening intently. "She gave me a month of detention," I continued bitterly, "Then, Harry came with his goons and they wouldn't leave me alone. He started saying some horrible things about me, but I could care less. But then he started saying some real nasty stuff about you and mom…" I breathed through my nose heavily and balled my fists. "…And then I lost it."

"Here's what's gonna happen," he spoke. "I'm going to have a word with your two professors. Then on Monday, you're gonna explain to your principal why she shouldn't expel your ass."

I looked down sheepishly. This was so embarrassing.

"Look at me."

I forced myself to do so.

"Next, you're grounded."

"What!?" I cried.

"Look kid, I get that you had hell of a day, but you cannot lose your cool like that!"

"Why not?" I asked. This is bullshit. I defend myself then get grounded for it?

"Because every action has a consequence, Stiles! You're lucky principal McCarthy's even hearing you out for the stunt you pulled. Hell if I was her, I would have expelled your ass as soon as you stepped into my office!" he yelled.

"Then why don't you," I muttered.

If looks could kill, I'd be dead.

"Wanna run that by me again?"

I gripped the ice pack in anger. "I'm sorry I don't live up to your standards, Harvey! I'm sorry you had to get a fucked up son!" I put that damn icy thing aside. "I can't live everyday knowing that you'll…" I cleared my throat. It was time to get it all over with. "Why don't you ship me back to California like the crappy little present I am."

Harvey stood up outraged. "Listen to me and listen well. I do many things, Stiles, but I do not give up. Let alone on my own goddamn son." Harvey inhaled and lowered his voice a little "if I didn't want you, I would have never signed that document. And that big brain of yours didn't tell you that?"

My mouth dropped slightly. Pride swelled inside me because of Harvey's words.

Harvey sighed and sat back down in front of me, his gaze softening, but voice stern. "If you ever pull a stunt like that again, I will tan your hide myself. Children reflect their parents, and I will not have mine acting like an uncivilized juvenile. Am I understood?"

I nodded, soaking up his words. "I think I'd like to have my hide tan-free, thanks."

He smirked, "Then act like it," he said and picked up the icepack and gently pressed it against my chest.

"Ouch! You're really enjoying this aren't you?" I groaned. I adjusted the ice pack on my purple torso.

Harvey smirked and started walking down the hallway, "Not as much as I'm gonna enjoy your grounding!"

"You're violating my fourth amendment rights!" I shouted.

"Can it!" he yelled. "And by the way," he said turning around, "If you look worse than that Harry kid, I'm making it three weeks."

I rolled my eyes. It's a good thing that Harry looks worse then…

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