Ever After ☼ Derek Hale

01; first days at Beacon Hills high

"Shay," Bobby tried, "you're gonna be late. Get out of the car."

"Hold on," I begged, "I just gotta finish reading this-"

"Get out now or I'll throw away all of your comic books." My eyes snapped to my uncle. I watched him as he glared at me, for once in his life looking angry at me.

Okay, that was a lie; I get him angry everyday.

"You wouldn't. It's been collected over years!"

"You really wanna check whether I would or wouldn't?" He threatened, and I narrowed my eyes at him, examining him for a moment.

"Fine," I grumbled, leaving the car, clutching in my hand the X-Men issue.

I kept reading as I walked through the halls of Beacon Hills High, every once in awhile bumping into a wall or checking the number of class in front of me until getting to the class I was supposed to be in.

I hadn't heard the bell ringing, so I figured I wasn't late, but when I opened the door, an Asian teacher was already standing there.

"Please tell me I'm not late." I blurted out, looking at him as though I was a deer in the headlights; I didn't mind being late, I minded the fact everyone would turn to watch you.

"You're not late," he replied.

"Seriously?" I smiled, half- relieved. Maybe I did care a bit.

"No, you're late. Sit down."

"Yes sir," I replied, going to sit at the back. On the way there I read another page of X-Men, and stumbled over a chair, though no one seemed to notice.

Accomplishment.

I sat down, getting out my books and reading a bit more of X-Men, only half listening to Mr. Yukimura, as I found out. I wasn't really good at History, and had a tendency to invent a whole new world at exams. My old teacher respected that and graded my tests as though whatever I was writing was part of real history.

Though it might be because I was Shay and everyone felt bad for me.

As I finished reading before class finished, I was bored and started re-reading for the fourth time, and when the bell rang I jumped to my feet, accidentally crashing into someone's chest.

"Shit, " I dived after the comic book. "Oh thanks God it's clean." I breathed out in relief. 

"Um, yeah, sure, not like I matter," he grumbled.

"Sorry," I smiled sheepishly, looking at the messy haired boy. He smiled.

"It's okay, just messing with you," he kept grinning, though he looked as though he might fall asleep right here and there. "Stiles."

"I'm Shay," I smiled, offering a hand to shake; which he accepted. 

"X-Men, huh?" he grinned, making me nod. "I like better--"

"Stiles!" another boy interrupted, "come on!"

"I'm speaking to someone here, Scott!" he huffed, "gee, I swear... Some people." 

Laughing, I waved it off. "It's okay, I gotta go either way, see ya later."

I parted way with Stiles, wondering about his strange name, before walking to Bobby's class.

I dodged a random freshman as I entered the class, "Hey Shay. You need anything?"

"More Comics," I announced, walking to where I knew he kept some.

"I only have Dark Horse's and DC's here," he told me.

"I don't mind reading some Flash." I announced, fixing my gray beanie. I pulled at the sleeve of my maroon jacket. "You don't have Flash here. Okay," I sniffed, "what should I read then?"

"How about your school books?"

"Nah. Oh, Teen Titans!"

"Take it and go to your class, please." Bobby begged. I tutt in reply.

"You said you only have DC and Dark Horse," I started, showing him The Hulk. "Since when Hulk is no longer Marvel's?"

"Shay," he stood up, "this is the very first issue of the original Hulk. This thing is... Put it down and walk away. He is freaking gray here, it's holy."

"I have your class today. I'll make sure to give it back in perfect condition." With that, I take the two comic books and run out of class.

"SHAY!"

*

"Wow, that class is empty," I blurted out as I entered the Art class. There were three kids there, excluding myself.

"It's exclusive," a boy said.

"Is there a teacher?"

"You could say that," he replied. "But then again, you can also say there isn't."

"Legit it sounds," I smiled, sitting down few seats away from him, and very gently taking out the very amazing comic book my uncle tried to hide from me.

I mean, I am clumsy, but when it comes to Comics I would sacrifice myself before letting anything happen to it.

Thinking carefully, I'd sacrifice my life for a lot of things.

"I'm Isaac," he grinned at me, "those two over there are Lydia and Allison."

"Hi," the brunette waved, though she seemed rather distracted. "I'm Allison."

"So you're Lydia," I nodded at the ginger.

"Observant," she muttered before sighing, "and you're a random girl," she replied.

"I'm Shay Finstock, nice to meet you." Or at least, I hope it'll be nice.

"Finstock? As in Coach Finstock?" Isaac asked, scoffing.

"The very one. He's my uncle."

"Creepy."

"At times," I breathed out, opening the comic book.

"Is that The Hulk?"

"Yup. Very first issue, from Bo- Coach Finstock's collection."

"May I touch it?" Isaac asked, gaping it.

"He will legitimately murder me if anything happens to it- I practically stole it... But I guess you could."

"Creepy comics addicts," I heard Lydia states.

**

After Art, Isaac and I both had Eco, with none other than Uncle dear.

"Here you go, safe and sound," I handed him his precious comic back, and he tucked it into the very back of the shelf.

"This," he pointed at where The Hulk was, "is not leaving for another thirty years."

"One day you'll die," I told him, "and seeing as I'm the closest you'll ever have to a daughter, I'm gonna inherit this comics."

"We both know you will probably die before I do."

I mused in that statement for a moment, thinking carefully. I sighed, admitting defeat.

"True."