If you guys don't know what ^^ means it means someone that is well known for a bad reason, like a criminal
Stiles POV
I pulled the long metal knife out of his body the last time, waiting for him to take his last breath. I hear a sharp intake of air, and look down at the lifeless body of this man. I laugh at him
'Who's weak now' I smirk, knowing he can't hear me. I look up and see my dad smiling brightly at me.
'Good job son' he gives me his hand to help me up, I gladly take it.
He pulls me up, and I look around starting to hear the familiar sound of sirens.
'Cops' my dad whispers
'Grab the knife, we have to go' my dad points to the knife on the ground and I bend down and grab it. I look up to see my dad pacing, he grabs my hand
'Run' he says staying put, so do I
'I'm not leaving you' I say
'Run boy, you have so much to live for' he smiles, reassuring me.
'I c-can't dad, I love you' I smile through my tears
'I wouldn't be able to run away from them, I'm too slow, I will slow you down, now GO!' He shouts and I start sprinting, doing as my dad wants me too, I hear his last words to me
'I love you son'
1 month later
The cops got him, they got my dad and sent him to jail. They are still arguing if he should get the death penalty or not. I really hope he doesn't. I know he will never get out of jail and I can't visit him, because that would make me look suspicious even though I am his son, 'but I'm only a child and so innocent I would never do that' they say, ha! they don't know shit. But anyway, I moved to a little town called beacon hills, they don't know anything about like 20 killings in America, me and my dad were moving a lot, we killed so many people I can't even remember my second, you always remember your first, it's like your first time having sex or riding a bike. It's very satisfying and fun.
Anyway, I start school tomorrow and I'm very nervous, even though no one knows who I am or who my dad is. I'm glad I get to start over but I will miss my old self, but I'll try not to do it.
A fresh start.
I wake up feeling fresh for today, as fresh as a piece of fruit. I have already picked out clothes for my first day at school, if your wondering how I got money to get all of this, a school, an apartment, food. Well I stole heaps of money from people. I'm awesome at pick pocketing, and it's fun too.
I'm all ready for school so I head out and jump into my jeep, my baby. It was a present from my dad, I'm never leaving it. I push the key in and turn it on, I push down on the pedal and the car moves.
I get to my new school and walk into the big blue doors, I push them open and try to find my locker. They already gave it to me in an email. I walk down the hallway and finally find it, someone is at the locker next to mine and I try to ignore them, they seem to be distracted which is good. I sigh and grab my books, the boy next to me closes his locker and looks at me with a smile
'You're new?' He asks, rolling on the balls of his feet
'How'd you know?' Is it seriously that obvious, this is going to be a really good day. Note the sarcasm
'Well no one has had the locker next to mine since Jackson moved' I nod at him
'My name is scott' he holds out his hand, waiting for me to take his, and I do, eventually.
' M...Stiles' I correct myself, I can't have my real name, what if someone actually does know my dad. That will not turn out well. Scott looks at me funny them smiles
'Cool name, I like it...Stiles' he says happily. He's so joyful, it's cute. Wait no ew gross.
'Come on let's go to our first class' he grabs my hand
'How do you know I have the same class as you?'
'I saw your timetable'
I nod and just keep walking with him, finally finding our classroom. I walk in and sit next to Scott, I hate science, it sucks dick. Anyway, the teacher made me stand up and introduce myself. I already hate Mr. Harris.
'Hi my name is Stiles' I say and quickly sit down
'Care to tell us where you came from?'
My eyes go wide and I shake my head
'No'
'Ok...' He starts teaching afterward, teaching us stuff I already know from my dad, my dad was very smart and he taught me, yes I was homeschooled. Even though I technically graduated, I still wanted to go to school and see what it is like. It's boring as hell but it's finally lunch and I don't know who to sit with, Theres the loners, and popular kids, I'm contemplating to go with the loners but then I hear my 'name' and I look over in that direction, I see Scott waving at me, signalling for me to come over there, I shrug. Better than sitting with the loners I guess.
I walk over to Scott, he is sitting with 5 girls and 4 boys, it is even because Scott is one of the boys
'Why can't a new person be a girl' the red headed girl whines
'Not that I don't want you to be here, you look nice' she smiles, if only they knew...
'Everybody this is Stiles, Stiles this is' he points to the red headed girl and she says 'Lydia' and next is the brown headed girl, I think she might be Asian or Japanese 'kira' she says. Next is the blonde headed girl 'Erica' she informs me, next is another brown headed girl and she says 'Allison' I smile and wave.
Now comes on to the boys, I have always known I was gay by the way I acted around boys, trust me I know the girls are pretty here but the boys are gorgeous.
This boy looks about 15, he has dirty blonde hair and has green eyes, he's cute but not my type 'Liam' he says and I nod
The boy sitting next to Liam is hot but still not my type he has blonde curly hair and blue eyes, he looks my age 17.
'Isaac' he says.
Next, now he is my type. Damn he is smoking hot, his little scruffy beard, black quiffed up hair, green eyes, dark look, he is defiantly my type. He looks 20, what is he doing in school grounds?
'Oh that's Derek, he well he just eats with us even though he is 22, he has nothing else to do'
I want to hear his voice, I want to hear it, please speak Derek
'Nice to meet you Stiles' he smirks, oh my god I think I just died, that was the hottest thing in the universe, I can't even process what's happening right now, I think there is something in front of my, waving. Oh it's a hand...
'Stiles wanna sit down, or are you just going to stand there?' Scott laughs and I blush, and take a sit next to him.
'So Stiles, where did you come from' Isaac asks, I know realise he has an accent, a British one.
'Um, I came from San Francisco'
Everyone's eyes go wide
'That's far, and also where the millions of murders were, is that why you moved?' They say, and I nod. They look at me with confused looks, and I look back at them
'Your not lying are you?' Derek asks. How did they know I was lying, HOW.
'N-no' they look at me unconvinced
'Fine I'm lying' I sigh and out my head in my hands
'My dad, he's in jail' I say trying not to cry, remembering the last things he said to me.
'Your dad was the muderer?'
I nod my head
'Is that it?' They ask, and I swear my heart stops. I try lying to them once more 'yeah' I sigh and they still look unconvinced but I guess they let it slide.
'Come to my place at 6, we need to talk' Derek says, he slides a piece of paper into my back pocket and he walks away, I grab the not and look at it. A phone number? Well I guess it's Derek. Well that's good isn't it, yes yes it is because he is one hell of a guy ;).
I text him later on and he texts me his address, and I drive there at 6. I arrive a bit late but who cares.
I knock on his metal door, and it slides open seconds later. I meet faces with Derek and he frowns, so I do. I walk in as soon as he steps out of the way and I sit down on his black leather couch
'Why did you lie' he looks at me
'I didn't lie' I say, knowing he knows I lie
'I can hear your heartbeat'
'What, are you like supernatural or something' I laugh
'I'm a werewolf'
'Uh-uh and I'm possessed by a evil spirit, you know I will probably call myself void stiles' I laugh and he growls , glows his eyes blue and roars.
'What!?'
'You you are a werewolf' I Scoot back as far as possible on the couch. He nods his head and pushes me against the wall
'Know why were you lying' his breathes hits my ear, and sends shivers down my spine. I try to think of a distraction and something comes to mind. I close the gap between us and move our lips in sync, surprisingly he kisses back. I lick the bottom of his lip and he lets me in, him exploring all of my mouth while I do the same to his mouth. I pull back, needing air while he is hardly out of breath.
'Wow, that was amazing' I sigh and giggle
'Yeah it was, but tell me why you lied'
Dammit I thought that would distract him, I guess not
'Well my dad wasn't alone in the killings' I say, tears welling up in my eyes
'I-I helped him' I break down and start crying
'I even enjoyed it Derek, why, why did I, I know we have only known each other for a day but I feel like, you know everything about me' I cry even more, and he pulls me into a tight embrace and rubs my back gently
'It's ok, I'm not going to tell anyone' he smiles and kisses my forehead.
'Thanks' I kiss his lips
Later that night....
I'm walking down the street, just strolling until I hear voices, voices coming from every direction
'Kill him, kill him, kill him'
The chant over and over. I see a guy sitting there on the ground. Somehow I find a knife in my back pocket and bring it out. I go up to him and hold to knife to his stomach
'Get up' I whisper
'What?' He asks, I dig the knife into his stomach and he wails, standing up and following me. We walk deep into the forest and we stop once we are in the middle.
'This is going to be fun'
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