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[ It was endlessly, relentlessly endearing, the shy curve of Chris Argent's smile, how he reeked of nerves and uncertainty at complete odds with his appearance. His stride and the graceful lines of it, coupled with how he always seemed to think before he spoke. And those eyes. Peter was charmed despite himself. The wolf in him completely agreed. It wanted to rub itself all over Chris and drench him thoroughly in their scent until there was no mistaking—

And that wasn't happening. He marshaled himself and grinned at Chris. ]

Don't worry. It isn't Monday, remember?

[ No Monday Mystery Meat to contend with, just the typical cafeteria hash. Peter jabbed a thumb over his shoulder. ] Gotta run. My locker's back there, and I need to grab my books for next class. I'll see you later, Chris.

[ With his heart still pounding, Chris nodded his head, trying to not look too disappointed. Why did he even care? He never bonded or attached himself to others and he certainly never 'crushed' on anyone. The one time he attempted it turned into a disaster and besides Gerard would line someone up for him.

Someone respectful and from a prominent hunting family. A practical arranged marriage rested on the horizon for him. The very same for Katie but she'd have more of a selection than he would since the women were the leaders. ]

I'll be seeing you, Peter. [ To spare himself anymore embarrassment, he took off in the direction of his next class, counting down the minutes until lunch. The fluttery anticipation didn't make any sense either.

When he entered the lunchroom, he felt too many eyes on him and whispers followed his trek towards an empty table. He didn't make friends easily at all and most tended to find his temperament odd for one his age.

He set the tray onto the table, looking down at it with barely veiled disgust. It didn't look good at all and he really should have brought a book or something with him.

The eyes were still on him and he felt like leaving but Peter said he'd see him at lunch.

Pathetic. ]

[ Peter ran late, caught up in a conversation about the upcoming basketball match and their opponents on the way to the cafeteria. He hadn't forgotten his promise, he was just distracted, the usual wash of gossip in the cafeteria filtering through to his senses, mostly ignored until he heard:

Is that the new kid? Over there, by the window— You go talk to him. No, you do it.

Chris.

He was easy to pick out, at the empty table by the window, the set of his shoulders uncomfortable and screaming that he'd rather be anywhere than here. Peter lit up, and headed towards him. He slid into the seat opposite of Chris, dropping his lunch down on the table. ]

You're the talk of the school. [ Said teasingly, ignoring the uptick in the buzz of conversation after he sat down in favour of pulling out his lunch: a massive club sandwich on sourdough, an apple, several pieces of Reese's, and juice. The cafeteria food was typical, he told Chris. Typical meaning shitty, which was why Peter packed his own lunch. ]

Nobody here bites. Well, not hard, anyway. They [ he nodded his head towards them, one of whom waved at Peter before they withdrew into a giggling gaggle ] would've made room for you. Are you just shy?

[ The way he lit up at the sight of Peter probably screamed pathetic but he felt too relieved to try and hide his reaction as he normally would. Typically, he kept a very firm grasp on his emotions, skilled to an extreme with compartmentalizing, something even Gerard felt pride over. To think of a father feeling proud over being emotionless and void of anything real when the time called for it, which tended to be often. Training his emotions meant keeping an edge over others who could use the feelings against him. There were so many ways to overcome someone but emotional manipulation just so happened to be the strongest and most lethal. ]

Must be a slow day. [ Chris remarked as he slid the glop on his plate from one side to the other. Disgusting. On the way home, he would need to grab something to eat since he lost dinner privileges for the next week and a half. He refused to 'put down' an omega and Gerard punished him dearly for it. The punishment would continue but he could deal with it.

Shy, right. Better Peter believe him to be shy than to know the actual truth. The awkwardness also didn't help him much. ]

Yeah - I'm not really good at -- [ He waved his hand out, offering a shrug of his shoulder. ] I move a lot. Never really get the chance. [ The fear over involving anyone in his life always lingered as well. ] I never know what to say. [ What if someone asked what are your weekend plans?

'Oh, I'll be performing drills and if I miss anything I'll be locked in the attic for a few hours in the dark hearing the mice scatter around me. Then after that, I'll sit in a forest waiting for something to come and if anything does, I'll have to try and not die because my dad would be really mad to lose his soldier.'

Yep, let him get right on that. ]

No, take it from me. [ He smiled at Chris, languid and with just a flash of white teeth. ] It's a very special day, and all because of you.

[ An unrepentant flirt, one of his closer friends had called him once. Peter didn't deny it. There was power in attraction, and it was easy to get what he wanted when people liked him. Of course, people always liked a pretty face, and he knew his was right in that range.

He wrinkled his nose at the garbage masquerading as food Chris was toying with, and took pity. It wasn't like him, but something about Chris reminded him of a kicked puppy. Plus, he could hear his stomach rumbling. He split his sandwich in two, tearing off half the parchment paper it was wrapped in, and slid it over to Chris's side of the table. ] My treat, since no one should have to eat what's on your plate unless they want food poisoning.

[ It was impossible for him to understand Chris's plight, but he made the appropriate noises, nodding. True, actual wolves had nomadic tendencies, but Peter couldn't imagine being constantly on the move, without a place to return to and call home. ]

You don't seem that bad to me. I'll let you in on a little secret— if you can't think of anything to say, just smile. That, and a face like yours> It'll win anyone over.

[ Most people preferred to do the talking anyway. He cocked his head at Chris. ] Does that mean you won't be here long?

[ A thin blush stained his cheeks at the remark and just the attention in general. He really didn't know what to do with it but he didn't want to push past it, at least. Somewhat progress to how he normally dwelt with things and it would have made his mother proud. She always wanted him to involve himself more with others to keep his heart purer than other hunters.

'A caring heart is a greater weapon than anything you load with bullets.'

He looked down at the sandwich half in surprise for a moment before he schooled his features again. It was the nicest thing anyone had ever done for him and he felt a lump in his throat, stupidly enough. He stopped having someone care for him when his mother passed and since then he took care of himself. ]

You don't have -- thank you. [ A shy smile pulled at his lips and he took a grateful bite of it. ] I'm not sure about all that but I'll try it. [ To prove his point, he smiled softly but it looked a bit sad almost. Chris really didn't smile much. What did he usually have to grin about? ]

[ He took another bite, fingers curling around his tiny bottle of water to take a sip. ] Usually, no, but it kind of sounds like we'll be here for awhile. Ge-dad was happy about something here. I don't know what but I've never seen him look so pleased.

[ There it was again, that tinge of melancholy to Chris's scent, reflected in his smile. Peter had to wonder— couldn't help but wonder (curiosity was his worst and best trait) why. Chris did only mention his father and his sister, no mother. Maybe she recently passed, and was the one who would've packed a lunch for Chris if he'd asked.

Well, there were some things that not even Peter would pry into on a first meeting. Everything was speculation for now, but he was looking forward to finding out everything he could about Chris— should he start with his last name? ]

You said he's interested in wildlife, right? [ Come to think of it, Chris also mentioned hoping they'd stay for more than two months. What was "a while" in his estimate? Six months? A year? (Anything longer than two months?) ] There's a lot of that around here. Not just in the preserve, but in the area around here. Lots of nature.

[ At the mention of 'wildlife', Chris' mouth twitched but otherwise he remained expressionless, trying to not give too much away. There were always so many secrets he needed to keep locked up and lies he had to master to deliver at a moment notice. So, keep himself separated from others made it easier to hide in his own constricting bubble. Involving anyone else only led to more pain in the end and why hadn't he learned his lesson already?

Peter didn't deserve such a messed up broken person in his life.

Nodding his head, he took another small bite of the sandwich half, trying to will away the churning in his stomach all the while. ]

Yeah and it seems like Beacon Hills has a lot more of it than any other place we've been. He's cataloguing things, probably as we speak. It'll be a breakthrough for him. [ Which meant a lot of unnecessary bloodshed and loss to surround them. Blood coated him so thickly, he didn't know how to feel clean. ]

What do your parents do? Your sister? [ Steering the conversation away from his family would make him breathe easier. ] Have any plans yet for yourself?

My parents? [ Peter cracks a grin. ] Mom's a lawyer, Dad's on the city council. My sister's probably going to end up like my dad. She has a knack with people.

[ What do they call that? Charisma, maybe. Leadership qualities. Everything that the alpha to be should, well, be.

Neatly demolishing his sandwich, he thought it over. High school was a transitional period, and Peter knew they were existing in a bubble from the outside world. He shrugged. ]

Not really. Figured I'd get an idea of it sooner or later. Maybe I'll go pro with basketball.

[ Or take up architecture, or become a lawyer like his mom. The possibilities were endless, and he's pretty sure whatever he wanted to do, he could. ] What about you?

[ Peter's family sounded far more well adjusted and not toxic like his own. The Argents raised hunters, not children and didn't really have the most tender of approaches. They weren't supposed to have many emotions, though, and Chris failed there, mostly thanks to his mother before she passed. Her love contrasted the harshness of Gerard and even in her loss, Chris kept to her image she left as best as he could. He wanted so badly to make her proud. ]

Seems like you do too. [ Unlike Chris, who earned the term mysterious far more than inviting. ]

[ Finishing off the sandwich half, his lips twitched a little. ] You must be good to think you could go pro. [ He never considered a future for himself because Gerard had everything mapped out already. It left him with very few choices. ]

Never really thought about it. My - dad expects I'll take after him. It's kinda how things work in my family. [ He paused for a moment. ] But I guess maybe -- if I had a choice -- something with history. [ Something that included guns but he couldn't very well say such a thing. What would Peter think? He'd be horrified most likely. ]

[ He smiled, a pleased thing that was just a little smug. Of course he was good with people. But hearing Chris say it must mean he liked him well enough, or found him easy enough to talk to. They were still talking, whereas he's heard from various friends already that Chris had been otherwise recalcitrant and ducked out of most attempts to get to know him. ]

Nothing like seeing it with your own two eyes to believe it, right? [ It couldn't have been a more obvious come find out for yourself, and a follow up to their earlier conversation than if Peter had planned it.

His family might be full of werewolves, but they were like most other families. His parents gave him free rein, and most of the responsibility fell to Talia. Seemed like his and Chris's family were opposites in every way. ]

Like a historian, right? You mentioned liking history earlier. [ Peter perked up. ] Or you can go into archaeology and find history.

[ Clearly, they were opposite ends of the spectrum and it intrigued Chris more than it should have. Entangling himself in Peter's life wouldn't be a wise decision and Chris never did anything without a cause. His words were carefully spoken and all his actions were calculated down to an artform. All in efforts to keep in line with the hunters philosophy and to breathe another day. Gerard didn't accept failure and stepping out of line resulted in a death sentence.

He smiled faintly and nodded his head, again far too interested in Peter and his life. ]

Be like Indiana Jones, having adventures all over the globe. [ A nearly wistful look ran over his face but disappeared rather quickly. ] I've been camping a lot. I'm pretty good at tracking. [ As much of a pro as someone with all human senses could be anyway. Any little edge over the supernatural kept him alive and while they had heightened senses, they didn't always take in such minor details. ]

I really like being outside.

[ Chris's secret was a ticking time bomb.

But even if Peter figured out what he was, who he was, would it keep him from meddling with Chris? He might be more cautious, sure. Keep his distance, watch and observe. His parents had talked about hunters before, of course. Best not to attract their attention, they'd advised. Some of them are better than others, which he'd assumed meant less prejudiced against supernatural on a whole.

Wasn't Chris one of them? Everything about him seemed harmless so far, and they were the same age. They'd end up even in a fight, probably.

A flash of mischief. ] Oh, are you? What, like tracking game? I'm not bad either. Camping, though. [ He wrinkled his nose. ] Once in a while's fine, but I hate sleeping on the ground.

[ Finding out the truth about Peter would change things, sharpening it all around the edges but would it make him stay away? He wanted to say 'of course' but the pull he felt towards Peter made it difficult to tell for certain, which seemed ridiculous. He didn't even know the guy and never entangled himself in others even at the best of times. Gerard raised him to be solitary except for when apart of a mission. A cog in a very big machine and everything needed to be perfectly balanced. One false movement made everything else crash.

Drinking the rest of the water, Chris neatly placed everything onto the tray to throw it away shortly. ]

Like tracking anything. [ A boast, really, but one of the few Chris actually had to offer. ] Bet I could find you easy. [ Again, more than a little overconfidence but even Gerard seemed somewhat pleased by his tracking skills. So far, he hadn't failed to find anything thrown his way and Gerard never made anything easy. ]

Really? I love sleeping outdoors, all the stars and just you and nature. It's - [ He shook his head, feeling the conversation drift to a place too vulnerable. ] My sister doesn't like it either. She says it ruins her hair.

Hmmm. [ They'd see about that, if Chris stuck around long enough. Peter wasn't huge on camping, but he did like hiking. Plenty of room to play hide and seek in the preserve if that's what Chris wanted to do. .]

Well, your sister's right. It does ruin your hair. [ Fifteen years in the future, and nobody would believe he'd ever agreed with Kate Argent on something. Or maybe they might. She turned out vicious and completely different from Chris.

Peter finished his lunch right before the bell rang, cleaning up the remnants and tossing them in the trash. ]

Come on, I'll take you to your next class, as promised.

[ Beacon Hills might not be so bad after all and he might make an actual friend for once. It'd all change when Peter became tired of his constant secrets, though, but hopefully he'd never discover the truth. Few would believe it anyway. A family of hunters?

Supernatural beings??

Seemed far too unbelievable and like a bad 80s flick.

Nodding his head, Chris stood up to take care of his tray, waiting for Peter to direct them on which way to go. ] Are there any volunteer groups here? French club?

[ Having covers for his lies always helped him in the longer run when it came to others. He'd have to stay being 'clumsy' to account for the bruises and cuts as well. ]

[ The crowd parted around Peter, students waving hello to him or nodding as he led Chris through and out of the cafeteria. There was no reason for him to suspect that Chris was anything other than ordinary. At the tender age of— well, maybe not young and innocent— but he hadn't had any run-ins with hunters before. The Hales were largely peaceful, after all, and blended in with the humans of Beacon Hills almost flawlessly.

He glanced at Chris, humming thoughtfully. ]

There's a debate club, and chess. No French club. You could start one— let me know if you do, I'll join.

[ And beef up on his languages. ] Other than that, it's mostly sports. What kind of volunteer group are you thinking of?

[ In another life, he might have enjoyed debate club and flexing his rather extended knowledge but in this point in time he needed to make sure to keep prying eyes away from him. Anyone digging too deep would find unbelievable and rather dangerous things and he needed to protect it all from seeing the light of day. Good things hunters roamed in their darkness and many refrained from peering into the shadows. ]

Can you speak any French? [ Starting a club would probably also bring too much attention but he loved everything to do with the French culture. ] Anything to help around. Community service looks good on transcripts and it's helping those who need it.

[ Walking through the hallways, Chris made note of everything they passed, committing it to memory just in case, including the students and teachers.

Of all places - why Beacon Hills? He really needed to figure it out to uncover Gerard's intentions. ]

No, which is why I'm hoping you'll teach me. [ He flashed Chris his million dollar smile, white teeth and crinkled eyes. Irresistible to just about everyone, he knew, and he couldn't help himself— he wanted Chris to like him, wanted to see him flush and fumble for his words. Yes, all of that and more. He's made up his mind.

It wasn't unusual behaviour on his part. Peter had a bad habit of fixating with a single-minded intensity on a particular thing or person for periods of time, until he'd satisfied something in him. And it was there— the undeniable, magnetic draw to Chris.

They weren't far from the classroom. One more turn, and they'd have to turn the conversation short. ]

I help out at the local vet's place sometimes, and the shelter. Other than that, it kind of varies. You'll want to check with the counselor.

[ Even someone like Chris picked up on the blatantly flirting and it confused him why the guy wanted to direct it at him. Did it just have to do with the whole 'new' factor? Peter mentioned there weren't many new people to happen upon the high school, which also pulled at his interest.

Why would Gerard want to be somewhere so slow and ordinary? There had to be more to it and Chris needed to figure it out quick. ]

Some think the French language is really romantic. [ With a faint blush, they arrived at the classroom, the anxiety washing over him again. The teacher would bring attention to him and all eyes sliding his way made him so uncomfortable. ]

Maybe we can study sometime together. [ He made the offer as he walked into the classroom and took a seat at the front. ]

Romantic, huh?

[ Yeah, he couldn't help himself, and Chris handed him that one.

Just before parting ways, Peter nodded and threw Chris another smile. ] Sure, I'd like that.

[ There wasn't much chance for conversation, Peter taking his preferred seat by the window and watching Chris get singled out by the teacher.

Class, this is our new student. Chris Argent. Chris, why don't you tell us a little about yourself?

And Peter's blood ran cold, the point of his pencil snapping on the page of his notebook. Chris was Chris Argent. ]

[ Letting out a nervous breath, Chris slowly stood from his seat and rattled quickly about never really living in a small town before. It made others seem more interested in him but when his eyes lingered over towards Peter when he sat down, he looked troubled for some reason.

What happened?

Chris racked his brain while the class resumed around them and the only thing different seemed to be the mention of his last name.

But why would Peter care or know what Argent stood for?

Unless.

Oh.

Frown deepening on his face, Chris lingered when the bell rung and everyone quickly filed out of the room, leaving only the two of them behind. ]

Peter -- I -- [ What could he even say? What if he got things terribly wrong here? ]

[ Class passed by in a haze of stunned realisation, followed by feverish calculation. Chris Argent. Argent, the hunter family. If Chris was here, then the rest of them must be too. Why? For what reason? He went over every bit of conversation they shared so far, from the subject of what Chris's father did (something like a ranger— he could laugh himself sick), to his sister, to Chris himself and his own interests and the unfeigned shyness.

It couldn't have been an act. Nothing about it seemed like one.

And if it wasn't, that left the question of what he ought to do now. Stay away from hunters, his family's long since drilled into his head, keep your head down around them and don't let them know what you are. Because some of them had a code, sure, and in theory, they're supposed to preserve order between the supernatural and humans, but the line was a fine one.

The bell rang, and Peter remained undecided. He shoved his things into his bag, caught off guard and out of sorts, too slow to duck out of the room ahead of Chris subtly.

When Chris approached him, Peter flashed an empty smile at him. ]

Sorry. I just realised I left my homework for my next class in my locker, so I have to run and grab it. You got a map, didn't you? Just follow it, and you'll be fine.

[ Everything stowed away, he swung his backpack over his shoulder and promptly made for the door, calling back: ] I'll see you later.

[ The change in how Peter reacted to him told him all he needed to know. Always the observant one, Chris usually spent more time viewing things than joining in so he saw the smaller signs. The hollow smile, the need to get away from him as quickly as possible.

It hurt and reminded him why he never made an effort with others in the first place. But how would Peter know what his last name meant - unless.

Oh.

A werewolf, then, or something supernatural. One more piece of the puzzle as to why Gerard wanted to come to this sleepy town of all places. Not as sleepy if supernatural beings existed there.

Hurt flashed across his face for a second but he schooled his features quickly enough to nod. ]

Yeah, of course. I'll figure it out. See you. [ Ducking his head, he waited for Peter to leave before he exited the classroom and dug out said map to find his next classroom.

He must have looked pretty lost because a girl walked over to him and offered to help him find his way. She introduced herself as Victoria. Nodding his head, they walked to his next classroom, Victoria talking all about the school gossip along the way. Her hand brushing up against his arm often enough for it to not be an accident.

Like before, Chris sat in the front of the classroom and Victoria sat behind him. ]

[ The last class passed by in a haze of distracted reverie for Peter, who sat towards the back of the classroom, wanting a little privacy and time to gather his thoughts. Collect himself. He didn't miss the flash of hurt on Chris's face when he was brushed off, smothered too quickly to be anything less than genuine. It's frustrating. Peter prided himself on being anything but transparent, and to have Chris see through him instantaneously—

Forget it. More importantly, did Chris know? What he was? Was his family, were the Argents here for his pack? But they hadn't done anything. The Hales never killed innocents, never did anything other than live peacefully— or as peacefully as possible. Sometimes disputes were inevitable in packs, but that was pack business.

He didn't want to put his pack in danger. It was his world. Everything he had.

But wouldn't sticking close to Chris Argent give him an edge? And he seemed harmless. Like a lost lamb rather than someone trained to kill Peter's kind.

By the time the last bell rang, he'd made up his mind. He caught up with Chris in the hallway, not so subtly interrupting whatever conversation he might be having with Victoria. ] You don't have to leave right away, do you?

Edited 2017-07-13 03:56 (UTC)