Ring ringgg
The bells rang.
Inside the school, most students were entering their classrooms with slow steps. Some more hurried than others.
But...
"Wow! Who is that?"
A teenager exclaimed to her friend, who was standing next to her.
Her friend was staring ahead with her mouth open.
"I-I don't know," she replied with a stutter, unsure.
"D-do you think he'd go out with me?"
She asked. She lightly adjusted her blouse.
"Pff, keep dreaming!"
"Probably Lydia will end up dating him."
Her friend mocked without hesitation. Did she really think someone like that guy would notice her?
She glared at her. The other shrugged.
She was just telling the truth.
"Whatever, let's go."
She pulled her friend along. They were already late for class.
As for the man in question.
'Where could the dynamic duo be?' he thought.
He was walking to his class. And the reason everyone was staring at him was... his outfit.
Definitely not because of his supernatural beauty, surely...
He was wearing a fitted leather jacket.
A tight shirt underneath, accentuating his muscular and symmetrical figure.
Dark pants. Sturdy boots against the hallway floor. [IMAGE]
What stood out the most were his imposing and ominous red eyes.
Bored of even trying to hide his "supernatural" appearance, he would simply say they were contact lenses.
This appearance was exactly what someone in hormonal teenage girls' sexual fantasies would look like.
At that moment, his phone rang.
Frowning, he took it out of his pocket.
Without much delay, the excited chatter of a man was heard.
"Mr. Jhon, I already have the mansion you wanted—it's next to the Martins', as you suggested!"
A smile spread across his face, revealing his sharp teeth.
"Thanks, Robert," Jhon replied straightforwardly. That helped a lot; being close to the main cast put him right in the sights of the supernatural, exactly what he wanted.
"Uh... S-sir, with this...?"
"Yes, Robert."
"You can enjoy your wish—it has already been granted."
"Thank you, sir!" The man on the phone was even more excited. Who would think he'd get that just for buying him a mansion and giving him an identity?
"Ah, and Robert..." Jhon's voice took on a dangerous tone. Robert, on the other end, shuddered. He still remembered the monstrous demonstration at his house.
"Remember what I told you..." He paused. He still had that tone that made his hair stand on end. His red eyes glowed a bit.
"Just as I grant wishes, I also take care of eliminating them."
Without giving the poor man time to respond, Jhon hung up.
'That will keep him scared until I leave this world,' he concluded mentally. He knew exactly how human nature worked—greed never ends.
Snapping out of his thoughts, he paid attention ahead.
He had already arrived at biology class.
Putting a smile on his face, he entered the classroom.
"So, in these cellular processes..."
The teacher couldn't finish. Someone entered the room.
...
Silence. Absolute silence.
The only sound was the women holding their breath. Even the teacher!
Jhon ignored the stunned silence, closing the door behind him.
The sound snapped the teacher out of her disbelief, making her realize her mistake.
"Young man, this is Biology class—the modeling one is... three corners from the library." She spoke to Jhon with a friendly smile. She was about to start explaining her class again, thinking she had solved the issue of a new student.
"Yes... I don't think I'm wrong—I came to the right class," he replied with a smile. He approached her, extending his hand.
"Oh... I see." She nodded. You can't blame her for mistaking—anyone would!
However, seeing the new student's extended hand, she brought hers forward to greet him.
Jhon took her hand and lightly kissed it in a courteous gesture, without stopping looking into her eyes. "Besides... I wouldn't miss your class for anything in the world, Miss Natalie."
Natalie raised an eyebrow, a bit surprised by the new student's boldness.
Nevertheless, she was already a veteran woman, even having a daughter. No matter how much she liked being called "miss," as an older woman, how could she fall for such a simple trick?
So, seeing that Jhon released her hand, she just smiled politely and said, "I hope that just as you know how to flirt, you know biology."
"You'd be surprised, Miss Martin," he replied, winking at her.
Natalie Martin didn't get the hint, but the teenage girls sitting at their desks sure did.
"I think I got wet..." murmured one.
"Me too," murmured another, swallowing hard.
"Go sit in an empty chair—we just started two minutes ago." Natalie pointed to a chair next to a young man who seemed nervous.
The young man in question, almost bald and a bit skinny, was actually upset. If Lydia already didn't pay attention to him, she would pay even less with that guy next to him!
Indeed, it was Simp Stiles.
Jhon nodded, looking ahead for the first time.
His gaze met the nearly 20 people in the room. Some looked at him with admiration—Greenberg was one of them. Others with slight anger, among them Lydia. Others with curiosity—to the teenage wolf's bad luck. Yes, it was Allison.
"Hey, was he flirting with your mom?" A classmate whispered to Lydia, annoying her even more.
"Shut up, Amber, unless you want your boyfriend to know you're sleeping with Danny." Lydia glared at her.
Amber shut up—though no one would believe she was sleeping with the gay guy in class, she didn't want to risk it.
'Bitch! How does she know that?' she thought.
Jhon heard their whispers, and he was sure the wolf did too. Though the latter was trembling with fear and disbelief as he looked at him.
Without paying much attention, he walked to his seat. As he did, he didn't forget to wink at Lydia.
She just looked at him with rage.
Finally, after two seconds, he arrived at his seat and sat down.
He nodded to Stiles, who returned the nod uncomfortably.
Stiles turned to his friend Scott. He frowned seeing him so pale and trembling. "Scott, did something happen?" he whispered.
"N-no," Scott replied, stuttering. He turned to see if Jhon was looking at them.
Realizing he wasn't, he sighed in relief.
That action didn't go unnoticed by Stiles, who only had one thought: 'Does it have to do with last night's full moon?'
He would definitely ask his friend later—especially about the wound on his forearm.
He would have done it last night, but his dad called to know where he was, and he had to turn back before reaching Scott's house. It wasn't because he was scared Scott would kill him due to lack of control—surely not...
Suddenly, Lydia tossed her hair back, making her beauty fully visible.
That was another action that didn't go unnoticed by Simp Stiles, who stared at her like an idiot.
As for our protagonist...
'When will this class end?'
He was already bored.
"Hey."
He felt a tap on his back. He turned around.
Allison blushed a little. "Did you forget your notebooks?" she asked.
He looked at her, confused.
"Huh?"
"Did we have to bring notebooks?"
"..."
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Once biology class ended. At the lockers.
"So? Tell me!" Stiles was insisting that Scott tell him.
"What happened to your arm? Did you fight another werewolf? Are there more? Are there female werewolves?"
"Stiles!"
Scott yelled, glaring at his friend.
"Stop talking so loud—I'll tell you what happened."
Finishing taking out his history notebook, he turned his head. Sighing, he said, "After losing control, I ran toward where I smelled Allison. Then..." He swallowed.
"Then..." Stiles repeated.
"I entered a store that said 'The Wish Store.'" Scott looked at Stiles, waiting for his response.
Stiles just nodded, making a strange face. "Go on."
"Well... inside there were two beings. One was wearing a completely white suit, with a mask that only showed blood-red eyes."
Stiles' face was becoming stranger and stranger.
Scott continued: "The other... wasn't human—it was a cat, if you can call it that." He swallowed again. "Its fur seemed to be on fire."
"Afterward, I went to Derek's, and some hunters shot me, injuring my arm."
He looked at his friend, this time waiting for a response.
And Stiles...
"Could we have been drugged without realizing it?" Stiles just said that, still with his strange face.
"..."
"I'm not lying, idiot!" Scott retorted.
Stiles looked at him and said:
"Let's recap: You turned into a werewolf, confirming that your great friend Stiles is always right." An arrogant expression accompanied his face.
Scott just sighed—after all, he really hadn't been wrong; he was right.
"Then you ran off like a wolf in heat as soon as you smelled Allison."
"Hey! I was just making sure she was safe."
"Yeah, yeah, sure."
"But anyway, back to the topic: you ran like crazy. Then, in the middle of the forest, you saw a store that said [The Wish Store], you entered because your inner wolf told you to, and you found two beings that looked anything but normal. Then, the men in black came and wanted to hunt you because you could put people at risk."
Scott nodded.
"Do you know how crazy that sounds?" Stiles looked at him in disbelief.
"If we tell this to anyone, they wouldn't even take us to the psychologist—they'd take us straight to damn rehab and then investigate what drug we took!"
Scott knew that sounded crazy. Damn! He didn't even believe in werewolves before this!
But it was reality.
"I can prove it." He looked at his only friend, not wanting to hide things from him.
Stiles frowned. "What can you prove?"
"That they granted me a wish."
Stiles' pupils dilated. He swallowed. "A-are you sure?"
"Yes—I wished to have control over my wolf form."
"WHAT!?" Stiles shouted.
"Don't shout, idiots!" Some teenage girls passing by scolded them. What weird guys!
"Sorry, sorry." Stiles apologized, rubbing his head uncomfortably.
"Damn freaks." They cursed one last time, disappearing down the hallway.
Stiles turned his head toward Scott, who felt a bit sorry for his friend—though he wasn't much different either.
Being used to it, Stiles didn't even flinch at women's insults anymore. If it were Lydia saying it... it would be different.
So...
"How could you waste a wish on something like that?!" He continued accusing Scott.
"What did you want me to do? They were two damn strange beings! I was scared!" the wolf argued.
Stiles was stunned. However, thinking about his friend—who recently had asthma and has never touched a woman more than twice—that reaction didn't seem so strange.
"Well... you're right." He nodded, without arguing more.
"But still, how do you prove they did grant it?"
"With this..."
Hiding in his locker so no one would see, Scott's eyes began to turn an intense yellow. Hair slowly grew on his cheeks. Opening his mouth, his teeth seemed capable of tearing any flesh.
"Shit!"
Stiles immediately backed up three steps. Because, although he believed his friend, part of him was still doubtful.
But now? Now he was sure he was a damn werewolf!
Seeing Stiles' reaction, Scott immediately returned to his human form—he didn't want to attract more attention than necessary.
"That's awesome, Scott!" Stiles approached him and shook him, excited. Stars could be seen in his eyes.
"You don't have to leave the lacrosse team anymore. Moreover, you don't even have to avoid being near people on full moons. You'll be a different werewolf from the others—and no one will know! Well... except me, of course."
Scott's eyes lit up. He hadn't thought of it that way.
Although he wished for control so he wouldn't lose it if he transformed on a full moon with his mom there, the fact that it gave him more positive advantages was great!
He really didn't want to leave the lacrosse team—not when he was almost becoming captain.
"By the way, is that store still in the forest?" Swallowing, Stiles asked Scott.
He let go of his shoulders.
He placed his hand on his chin and began to murmur.
"If it is, I could ask to be made like Superman, or Flash, or even ask to become an enhanced werewolf, or even..."
His expression changed—a deep sadness flashed across his face in an instant. 'Or even revive my mother.'
"I don't know—as soon as I left, I went to Derek's. Maybe it's not there anymore," Scott replied, shrugging.
His locker still covered them. Anyone seeing them from behind would think they were... doing inappropriate things in public view.
The sadness on Stiles' face faded slightly, replaced by growing hope. Still, he was already very hurt about it, so he didn't want to build false illusions and end up destroyed.
"I see—let's go after class ends."
Scott nodded.
Stiles' eyes widened a bit—he had remembered what happened in class.
"By the way, what happened to you when that new student arrived? The one who looks like he's straight out of some vampire-obsessed nerd's sexual fantasies."
When Scott heard the question, his pupils dilated completely. Sweat began to run down his forehead as paleness invaded him.
Stiles frowned, worried. "Scott, is something wrong?"
Swallowing, Scott looked at his friend. "Do you remember the red eyes I mentioned from that being?"
Stiles nodded. Then his eyes widened. A slight paleness also began to appear on his face.
"Don't tell me..."
"Yes..."
At that moment.
"Guys, how's it going? A question."
A voice sounded behind Stiles, startling them. Scott hadn't even noticed when he arrived.
"Kyaaa"
"AHHH"
The two screamed, jumping from their positions. Though Stiles let out a scream... a bit peculiar.
The people passing by stared at them with strange faces. Why did this pair always make noise?
As for the man who spoke to them...
Jhon had a compassionate expression. His eyebrow was raised, waiting for them to calm down.
Stiles turned his head, facing him.
"Uh... hehe, hi... what question do you have, sir..." He asked with a slight stutter, trying to act normal.
"Jhon," Jhon finished, smiling. He extended his hand to shake his.
"Okay, okay." Stiles nodded, still scared.
To not seem weirder, he extended his hand too. "Nice to meet you, Stiles."
"Nice to meet you," Jhon replied, nodding.
Then he shifted his gaze to Scott.
He extended his hand similarly.
"Scott."
Scott shook his hand—though the fact that he looked almost white, no one asked.
"So, where is history class?" Jhon asked, smiling slightly.
"We're heading there—if you want, we can go together," Stiles suggested. Maybe they could take the opportunity to ask the new guy questions.
Scott stared at him, almost melting him with his eyes. *Does this idiot know we might have a damn God in front of us and he suggested going together?!*
He almost cursed Stiles out loud.
"Sure, why not?" It didn't seem like a bad idea to Jhon. "Shall we go?"
"Yes, let Scott close his locker and we'll go right away."
The sound of the locker closing was heard.
With an uncomfortable smile, Scott looked at both of them. "Let's go then."
So, the three walked toward history class.
As they walked...
"Uh... Jhon, aren't you carrying notebooks?"
Stiles asked doubtfully.
"Notebooks? What for? I don't forget anything."
"Okay..."
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At the end of the day.
Jhon was leaving his last class, bored as hell.
If someone asked him: Why do you bother going to class?
He would answer: There's no particular reason beyond wanting to interact with the main cast and be in the middle of the supernatural spotlight. Anyway, he could skip class whenever he wanted.
Since the story is just beginning—meaning it's just season 1—very few supernatural races appear. The events that bring more races to Beacon Hills haven't happened yet. Therefore, Jhon wants to establish an identity here, so when he leaves this world and wants to return, he won't really be alone.
Of course, the idea of going to the Nemeton has crossed his mind, but he doesn't know if it will reveal itself to him or if he'll never find it.
So, thinking about the races he could acquire in this era, Jhon considers Lydia's—a Banshee—would be useful. Then there's Peter as an alpha wolf. What would happen if he granted a wish to another werewolf, making him no longer a beta but stronger?
He would like to find out.
An excited smile appeared on his face.
"Hey."
The voice snapped him out of his mental dilemma, making him turn his head.
It was Lydia, along with her boyfriend Jackson.
"Do you want to go bowling? It'll be like a welcome," she asked, looking into his eyes. Her expression was apathetic, as if she was resisting inviting him.
Jackson, chewing gum, had his hand on her butt, almost squeezing it.
"Though I'd prefer if you didn't come..." She looked him up and down—still upset because he flirted with her mom.
If it weren't because the others suggested it, she wouldn't ask.
Yes, behind them were Allison and Scott.
Scott just greeted him uncomfortably. Allison looked at him with a friendly smile, waiting for his response.
Although she found it weird that Jhon wasn't carrying books, she thought he was a good person—so why not all hang out together?
"Sure." Jhon nodded. What did he have to lose?
"Do you play lacrosse?" Jackson asked, looking him up and down, noticing his figure.
"No," the Dhampir replied dryly. Lacrosse? Seriously? Ask him about basketball or soccer instead.
"You should—you'd be a good addition," Jackson smiled. Though a malicious expression crossed his face.
"Maybe you'll do more than the waste McCall." He didn't forget to look at Scott. The latter frowned at him—for a moment, his eyes glowed yellow.
No one noticed that.
Well... Jhon did.
Remembering that Jackson was gay like in season five and still hadn't come out of the closet...
"I don't like playing with sticks—I'll leave that to you." Jhon smiled friendly at him, giving him a pat on the shoulder.
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"Nothing, nothing."
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End of Chapter 25.
Hey, I have a crazy idea... to repost chapters in my other fic and connect them occasionally in some way, like crossovers of my protagonists. What do you think?
By the way, before some intellectual comes to ask: Why doesn't he just look for the races and leave?
Because he doesn't feel like it!
...
Setting aside the almost never-seen aggressiveness...
Throw your power stones—this poor man is poor.