Unwanted Feelings, Enlightened VisionsA Chapter by Tsukin Archangel "The first day back to school was always hell." CHECK OUT THE ORIGINAL FIC HERE! http://www.fanfiction.net/s/8622391/1/Hell-is-Nothing-In-Your-Arms The first day back to school was always hell. There was just no way around it; it was one of those unavoidable truths of the universe. School Breaks equal Yay! Back to School equals Nay. Especially after spring break. The one week that by the last day leaves you finally feeling like you can start to relax, only to wake up the next day at seven in the morning to have the wonderful slap to the face that yes indeed you have to drag your sorry a*s out of that warm comfortable cocoon known as a bed and come to hell on earth for eight hours doing mindless work that requires absolutely no thinking that by the end of four years spews you out into the real world with a that letter grade on a report card like graded meat, like A for this mother f****r is a world class bubble answer filler, B this is a decent bubble answer filler, C this kid is average at filling in bubble answers, D this kid draws superman’s logo on the test, and F for this kid doesn’t give a f**k about your little bubble test and would rather work at Burger King then conform topped off with eager corporate faces waiting to hire you to be the next CEO of the biggest company in America. That’s the idea anyway. Most the time it doesn’t quite work that way. Stiles sighed and got out of his jeep, wanting to be anywhere but where he was, Scott’s early morning ramblings going in one ear and out the other. Could the dude really not get a life outside goggling at Allison Argent, who ,he might add, tried to kill EVERYONE? Sometimes he just couldn’t understand his best friend. The two of them walked through the doors of Beacon Hills High, Stiles suppressing a shiver, his mind holding thoughts of crossing the boundaries between life and death…heaven and hell…yin and yang…green eggs and ham…yeah…time to up the Aderall dosage. Stiles shook his head clearing it, he really needed to stop hanging out with werewolves, they where making him really f*****g paranoid. “Yo, dude are you even listening?” Scott asked after he realized Stiles hadn’t said anything in the last five minutes, a personal best for him. “Huh? Yeah, Allison’s super sexy, gives great head, blah blah blah,”Stiles replied his voice lightly tinged in sarcasm. Scott made a face, “What’s up with you?” Stiles paused to think. What was wrong with him? Well, besides the non stop nightmares, over-age werewolf boyfriend that no one knew about…couldn’t know about, his ADD, and of course his…what did his counselor call it…hyper vigilance which he might add had happened all because of Scott and this werewolf business…or rather because of him dragging Scott out into the woods in the middle of the night to get bitten by a psychotic werewolf who dragged him into this weird a*s werewolf business…yeah other than that absolutely nothing. “Nothing,” Stiles said with a light laugh, trying to blow it off “Why would anything be the matter? You know, just…in school…hanging…” “Dude, people don’t ‘hang’ at school, and in case you’ve forgotten we just got here five minutes ago, I don’t think ‘hanging’ starts until at least ten.” “Pssh, all the cool people hang at school, where’ve you been…hanging…all this time?” “Well, after lacrosse a lot of times I’d go with Allison in the woods to-” “OKAY, do not need to elaborate further man, really, my pure ears need to be kept that way.” Scott looked like a kicked puppy, “I was just going to say that we talk.” “Oh god, and here comes the old married couple,” Stiles responded sarcastically as the bell rung, “Well gotta run, see ya second period.” Stiles turned away from his friend feeling guiltily relieved that he had an excuse to get away. It wasn’t that he hated Scott, he loved him to death, but sometimes the Allison Chronicles could be a bit much to handle. Stiles walked into his first period, AP Calculus, and went to his seat in the back of the class, trying to as hard as possible to disappear completely before the rest of the students appeared. He had never felt comfortable in his AP classes knowing, even if they never verbalized it, that they hated his presence. They hated the scrawny awkward ADD kid who had invaded their senior classes. He was the sophomore who didn’t belong. Stiles slouched deeper into his seat, his chin tucked into his chest, legs as close to him as comfortably possible, his eyes focused on a doodle on the desk as Lydia, the only other person his grade in this class, walked into the room. His heart skipped a beat. Lydia. His head snapped up, his face contorting into his signature, awed, fish face, the face Lydia always managed to tease out of him. Lydia…now she belonged. Lydia smirked at his expression, and sauntered over to him, her strawberry blonde hair bouncing seductively off her shoulders, her lips full and glossy with lip gloss, dressed in a stunning green dress, he shoulders covered by a black shawl, that brought out the color of her eyes and hair. She was absolutely gorgeous. She took out a mirror and pursed her lips, touching up her already perfect make-up, sounding bored and slightly irritated as if she was above everyone, which, in his opinion, she was. “Hello Stiles.” Stiles felt his face heat up, silently hating the effect she still had over him. He was with Derek, she was with Jackson, he wasn’t supposed to like her anymore, he loved Derek, he was the only one who had been there for him when he was at his worst, the only one who even noticed. “Oh, h-h-hey Lydia, how was your break?” His voice cracked, much to his dismay, and Lydia’s eyes focused on his, a slight smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. She closed her mirror with a snap, placing it slowly into her bag before replying, “It was good.” “Have fun with Jackson?” Stiles managed to keep his voice from cracking this time. “Hmm,” She paused, “Sure…but…he had more fun, let’s just say I did a lot of sucking for his benefit.” She gave him a look and Stiles felt his cheeks grow even redder…was she…flirting with him? No. Impossible. She was happily with Jackson, she’s just making…really…really...really awkward conversation. “Well, I’m going to go sit now, you know…at that desk in the front.” She got up from the desk she was sitting on and walked away, shooting him one backwards glance before sitting down and again busying herself with her make-up. That had been beyond weird. The bell rang and class started, the rest of the seats filling up quickly. Their teacher, Ms. Lygus, began promptly, first collecting their work and second assigning more before sitting behind her desk to grade papers, leaving them to work out the problems themselves. Most of them worked in pairs or small groups, but Stiles didn’t, he stayed where he was, hunched over his book working quickly, not knowing how much time he’d have after school to finish. The bell rang ending first period and Stiles collected his papers before heading to his next class Chemistry with Mr. Harris, probably the only teacher who had ever wanted to make his life a living hell on purpose. Though to his credit he couldn’t blame him fully considering his dad had gotten him arrested fairly recently…of course his dad had then been temporarily relieved of his job right after, but hey what did that matter? Stiles walked into the room and approached the empty desk next to Scott which, thankfully, hadn’t been taken by Allison yet, Scott’s intoxicating grin worming its way on Stiles face. “Yo dude, how was first period with the brainiacs?” “Boring, we just worked solo for the whole class.” “Now was that because you had to or because you decided to?” “Because I wanted to, duh.” “Well then, you shouldn’t complain about it being boring.” Stiles shot him a look. “Don’t patronize me this early in the morning Scott.” Scott held his hands up in defeat, “Ok, ok dude, just saying.” “Ahem, Mr. McCall…Stilinski, if you two wouldn’t mind shutting your mouths we could begin the class on time for once.” Mr. Harris called out to them. “The bell hasn’t even rung yet sir,” Stiles protested. “Stilinski,” He replied in a warning tone. Stiles closed him mouth with a tight lipped expression, “Shutting up.” “Thank you,” Mr. Harris turned to face the rest of the class, “Now then I would like to introduce a new student to you, he comes all the way from Rome. Come in Fabian.” You could feel the collective gasp when Fabian walked into the room, tall dark and handsome, with wavy black hair, dark chocolate eyes, and light caramel skin, he cast a spell on the room, one that demanded he be looked at and listened to, one that screamed leadership and servitude. He didn’t look very Italian at all, more like he came from somewhere else like maybe India…though with his features you couldn’t easily place him with one race in particular. You could see the girls all want to swoon in their seats…which would’ve been a funny sight, except Stiles was too busy feeling squimish under the unrelenting gaze of the new boy who, upon entering, made immediate eye contact with him. “Hello,” Fabian said to the class in an accent Stiles had never heard before. His voice was smooth and melodic, constantly moving, each word taking you on a journey to another place. It was as if heaven had been verbalized. With that one word he had silenced everyone, with that one word he held them all in his power. They looked at him awestruck, his voice still reverberating in the room, resonating with each soul, rocking them to their cores, their aura’s screaming for him to speak again. He didn’t leave them waiting for long. “I am Fabian Mephisto, pleasure to make your aquaintances,” He turned to Mr. Harris, “Now where shall I sit?” Mr. Harris stared dumbly at him for a moment before regaining his composure and responding, his gaze shifting to where Stiles and Scott sat, an evil spark flashing in them for a moment, “Uhm, Mr. McCall, please give Fabian your seat.” Scott’s mouth dropped, and he looked like a kicked puppy all over again. Stiles felt a pang of sympathy for his friend, how embarrassing to be forced to sit in the back “Wh-what?! Why can’t Fabian sit in the back?” “Because I said so and because I believe you and Mr. Stilinski could use a break from each other.” “But-” “No but’s move or I’ll give you dentition, no scratch that you have lunch detention now and if you don’t move in the next five seconds I’ll give you detention after school too.” Scott gaped at Mr. Harris a few moments before moving, head bowed an aura of defeat and humiliation flowing from him. Stiles sent him an apologetic look, hoping his sympathy was received, turning back around when Scott sat down, coming face to face with Fabian’s amused expression. He held out his hand and Stiles took it. He gasped. The world spun away, the sky turned red, the ground shifted and melded into black charred earth, the class dissolving at the seams. Then it was gone, Fabian’s hand no longer in his, leaving Stiles ghostly white and sweating. “What the f**k are you?” He whispered up to him, shaking slightly. “Your new best friend…or your worst nightmare.”
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