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[ Word was, a new student was here at Beacon Hills. Sarah heard it through Julian, who heard it through Ileana who saw him when she dropped by administration earlier this morning for something or the other, and now the whole school, particularly his grade was buzzing over it.

Beacon Hills didn't get fresh blood often.

Peter had yet to see the transfer so far, but second period had just started. The day was young. And it was PE, which meant a warmup run, which was a perfectly good time for introductions and gauging what this newcomer was like. Or maybe even a locker room assessment, seeing as how he's fairly sure said transfer just walked in, silence falling briefly over everyone before starting up again with a significant amount of poorly hidden glances thrown towards him.

Then the bell was ringing, and everyone swarmed out into the crisp October day. The air had a bite to it, the brilliant sunlight barely any compensation for it. The new student's hair was buttery gold beneath it, a cautious perimeter of isolation formed around him until Peter sidled over and smiled. ]

The burden of being new and an unknown quantity. Don't worry, they'll get over it soon. [ He held out his hand. ] I'm Peter.

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[ Barely hearing anything during the course of the class, Chris didn't really take any notes either. Very unlikely him because Chris prided himself on being a perfect student, all in a vain effort to make Gerard proud of him. To have someone take notice of how hard he tried to live up to some unknown standards. But it never worked and not many passed him a second glance.

Expect for Victoria right now as they stood against his locker after the class ended. And it seemed so had Peter as indicated by the way he walked over to his locker and interrupted Victoria's animated conversation about something.

The question confused him because Peter seemed to not want anything to do with him before.

Anyone else he may have worried a trap would be waiting for him. ]

No, I have a little time. What did you have in mind? [ He turned to Victoria with a tight smile. ] I'll see you later, okay? Thanks for the notes.

[ Victoria wasn't even a blip on his radar, his focus completely on Chris. ]

Thought I'd introduce you to the swim coach. Come on.

[ He didn't give Chris much of a choice, nudging him down the hall, away from the flow of people to somewhere with a little more private. Like this conveniently empty classroom which definitely did not hold the swim coach, or anyone in it at all.

The afternoon sunlight slanted through the windows. Winter meant it would be getting dark soon. Peter leaned against the door, face gone blank and no trace of the earlier friendliness on his features. If anything showed, it was a guarded wariness. ]

Why is your family really here?

[ Eyes narrowed but Chris allowed Peter to direct them towards the classroom, which he already knew would be empty. With all his intense training, he knew how to pick up on the smallest things and if not for the nerves and unease he likely would have zeroed in on Peter's nature earlier. The new town uprooted him but soon enough he would acclimate and find his footing again. And he might not look like much but Gerard had already honed him into a deadly weapon.

It would only increase with time.

Regarding Peter, he leaned against the opposite wall. ]

Not sure, Gerard isn't really that forthcoming of a person. We go where the lines take us. [ The supernatural energies, of course, but also the currents. Beacon Hills happened to rest in the middle of a very powerful one. One of the strongest but Chris hadn't really researched much yet. ]

[ Lines. The ley lines, the telluric currents. Of course. Peter knew Beacon Hills rested on a convergent point of them; he did a school project on it once, his interests and coursework aligning perfectly for once. Sometimes it called to the supernatural in an inexplicable pull, or to those more in the know, because they wanted to tap into its power.

Peter could only assume that the Argents were here to monitor the town for any signs of trouble.

(The anger was a slow simmering thing under his skin, directed mostly at himself for not noticing sooner what Chris was. For the fact that the most interesting thing to happen to this town lately was a hunter his age.) ]

Then you aren't here to hunt unless something happens.

[ The currents; the ley lines never mattered much to Chris even if they were the reason the Argents traveled all over the world. One of many reasons because Gerard had a rather indepth code he went by. Filled with plenty of rules on how things were done, all of which Chris needed to live up to and adopt as well. They were to hunt those who hunted others, eliminating the dangerous ones before they had the chance to harm others.

Better safe than sorry or so the hunter organization claimed.

Looking at Peter, he felt his heart sink more in his chest as the realization dawned more on him. A werewolf. The first person he connected with in, well, ever, happened to be not a person at all. Just his kind of luck. ]

I'm not here to do anything except try to survive high school. [ With a shake of his head, he moved towards the door, intent on leaving. ]

I'll be seeing you, Peter.

[ Not a person at all? Rude. They might be more than human, but werewolves lived and laughed and hurt all the same as anyone else. So there was the small problem of possibly losing control once a month, but it wasn't usually a problem after you got the hang of control. It was a better excuse for why some werewolves ran out of control than humans had.

Peter didn't move to stop Chris, watching, watching, watching him, trying to parse out the amalgamation of scents rolling off him. He had the best nose in the family, but discerning human emotions from a chemical makeup took practice. He couldn't be sure the faint whiff of disappointment he caught was there, or just his imagination.

Were all hunters inherently set on killing every werewolf they ran across? No, there was a code set in place for that, but codes could be broken. Did he want to find out what kind of hunter Chris Argent was?

Yes. ]

I'm sure you will.

[ He left after Chris did, in the opposite direction. ]