For this story, Jackson and Erica are in it, but not Cora and probably not a few other new characters in the show.

Enjoy!

For two months, Logan had trained Stiles on how to kill vampires. It had not been easy training because vampires were not easy to kill. But Stiles never complained. Red Falls was his home now. And he'd be damned before he let some vampire ruin what he had here. There where people in this town who couldn't protect themselves. Stiles had great power now. And a great superhero once said, "With great power, comes great responsibilities."

Spider-Man.

Not Stiles's number one fave. (That would be Batman.) but one of his favorite heroes. And his words were true non the less.

The alpha and his beta entered their house after another day of training, both covered in sweat, bruises, cuts, and blood.

"I get dibs on the shower first," said Stiles.

"Go ahead," said Logan.

The beta ran up the stairs. Logan began to think to himself. Stiles had a lot of skill for a kid. At this rate, he would be able to hold his own again a vampire with no problem. Then he realized something. Stiles was just a kid. He needed to go to school, get an education, make friends, and have a some-what normal life. He couldn't let Stiles hide from the world and fight monsters his whole life.

"Much better," said Stiles, entering the room.

"Stiles, tomorrow I'm signing you up for school," said Logan.

"What?! Logan!"

"No. Sti, you're seventeen. You need to go to school. Don't you want to go to college and get a good job? and Don't you want to make some new friends?"

"You need my help to fight William. And, I've never been good at making friends. I only had one friend at Beacon Hills, but then he started to ignore me when he got a girlfriend."

Logan puts his hands on Stiles's shoulders. "I promise it'll be different here. Just be yourself and the other students will like you."

"I hope so."

"They will. What's not to like? You're a likeable guy. Trust me, you'll have a great time at school."

"I don't really have much of a choice here, do I?"

"Nope," said Logan, grinning.

Scott sat in his usual seat in chemistry, fists keeping his head up, eyes looking down on the table top, sad kicked puppy look on his face. The pain of losing Stiles hadn't lessened and Scott didn't think it ever will. Not even getting back together with Allison put him in a better mood.

Mr. Harris, however, has been in a very good mood since Stiles had disappeared. Today was no different.

"Another peaceful, quiet, clam day," he said. "But then again, that's everyday, now that Mr. Stilinski is gone."

"Screw you," growled Scott.

All the other student turned to look at him. Harris frowned.

"What did you say, Mr. McCall?"

"I said, screw you, asshat! I'm fed up with you always badmouthing Stiles! You're always saying shit about him! Giving him detentions, some of them for crap that's not his fault! Insulting his intelligence! Stiles is one of the smartest kids in this school! And he had ADHD, which makes it hard for him to focus, and yet he get's good grades. Kids who have ADHD usual don't do well in school, but Stiles always manages to get straight A's! And don't know why you hate him so much, and frankly, I could give a shit! But whatever it is, keep it to yourself! Asshole!"

Mr. Harris walked over to Scott with a pissed off look on his face.

"You listen to me, you little-"

Scott jumped up and wrapped both his hands around the teacher's neck and squeezed with all his might. Harris looked at him with pure fear in his eyes.

"Wanna hear a fun fact? One I learned from Stiles, the "idiot" as you like to think of him as. You're gasping for air, but it's not your lungs that are crying out for oxygen. It's your brain. That "brilliant" brain of yours. You feel dizzy, don't you. I sound far away, don't I? Here's another interesting fact Stiles once told me. Brain cells are extremely sensitive to a lack of oxygen. Some brain cells start dying less than 5 minutes after their oxygen supply disappears. As a result, brain hypoxia can rapidly cause severe brain damage or death. Let's see how smart you'll be when most of your brain cells are dead!"

As Harris gasped for air, the student got scared and some of them where screaming.

"Scott, stopped!" begged Allison. "Please don't!"

But Scott didn't stop. He just kept choking the life out of the man.

Jackson shot up from his seat and smashed his fist in Scott's face, causing him to let of Harris, and knocking the teen wolf down.

"Down, McCall. Heel," said Jackson.

Harris went behind his desk and shouted, "GET OUT! GET OUT! I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU IN MY CLASS AGAIN!"

Scott had no problem with that. He took all his stuff and exited the classroom. Allison got up and followed him.

"Scott! Scott, wait!" Allison caught up with him and rested her hand on his arm. "Scott, what's wrong?"

"What's wrong is that bastard had made Stiles's life a living hell the moment he walked into his class for the time! Everyday he would ridicule Stiles for no reason! It makes me sick! Stiles didn't deserve that! He deserved better than that! (Pause) He deserved better than me."

Scott started to cry. Allison, sad to see her boyfriend so sad, leaned forward and kissed him, but Scott didn't kiss back. He just kept crying. Allison leaned back, then pulled Scott into a hug. The teen wolf wrapped his arms around his girlfriend and hid his face in her hair, sobbing.

"I miss him, Allison. It's my fault he's gone."

"Shh. Scott, don't blame yourself. It'll be okay."

But she didn't believe her words. Tears fell from her eyes and the couple cried together.

Stiles stared at the school, the high school known as Red Falls High, before him. It was about the same size as his old school. There were student all around him, in or near their cars, talking to their friends, sitting on benches to either read or play with their phones, walking passed him to get to their class.

Stiles, nervous and never being the new kid before so he had no idea what to do, just stood still, biting his lower lip.

As he just stood there, a caucasian girl and an African-American girl came over and started talking to him.

"Hi. I'm Sherill," said the white girl. "This is my friend Nicki."

"Are you new here?" asked the black girl.

"Y-yeah," stuttered Stiles. "My name's Stiles."

"Like Harry Styles or Stylz & Roman?" asked Nicki.

"Uh, Stiles like short for Stilinski, my last name. My real first name is hard to pronounce."

"I think Stiles is a cool name."

"Thanks. Everyone back home thought it was weird."

"I like your shirt," said Sherill. She ran her hand up and hard his arm gently. "No body wears plaid anymore. Which is a shame because plaid looks cute. And these colors really bring out your eyes."

Stiles blushed and had a big grin on his face. "Th-thanks!"

'Oh. My. God!' he thought. 'Two hot girls are actually talking to me!'

The bell rang.

"Oh, we better get going," said Sherill. "See ya later, Stiles."

The two waved their good-byes and went to class.

"I think I'm going to like it here," Stiles said to himself.