Black Wolf (Teen Wolf Fanfiction)

Chapter 2: Deucalion's Little Ass-Kisser

-Natalie's POV-

First school morning. First day of attendance at Beacon Hills High School. My inner stereotypical teenager is rebelling against it, but my obedient loyalty seems to keep my feet stable on the ground. 

Ethan and Aiden soon appear in front of me, meandering towards their bikes, as I lean gingerly against my own. "And they say girls take longer to get ready?" I roll my eyes, a mocking tone smothering my statement. 

Ethan seemed to ignore the comment while Aiden bared his canines. "You obviously don't care about first impressions." He says, eyeing my outfit from head to toe. I opted for convient, a light blue sweatshirt over a pair of jeans and laced up black combat boots. My hair was conjured in a tousled ponytail. 

"Does it look like I care?" I raised my eyebrows, tossing my helmet over my head, snapping the buckles down and hiking my leg over the seat.

"All you care about is being Deucalion's little ass-kisser." He scowled. My eyes involuntarily shone red through the faux glass helmet. "Just wait until you do all of his bidding and he gets his little Scott. He won't want you anymore, Nat." He spat the words out like they were bitter. He was wrong... He wasn't using me. I gripped the handles of my motorcycle, the leather of my glove stretching and ever-so-slightly squeaking, as I slammed my fist forward, igniting the engine. "You're just a pawn in his game, Hale." I closed my eyes, lifting my feet onto the bike and speeding off, opening my eyes are I gain momentum.

Aiden was misleading me. Deucalion was the only person on Earth who understood my disposition. The sole spark to my roaring vengence flame. He was on my side. He wouldn't spend so many years training me just to use me. Would he?

I pulled into the school with a deafening squeal of my brakes. I hopped over my seat, landing hard against the soles of my shoes. As I was undoing the helmet, Aiden and Ethan pulled in, one on either side of me. 

I slung my helmet over one handle, giving Aiden a harsh glare. "You act like I'm intimidated by you." He snipped.

"You act like you have no reason to be, weakling." I grinded my teeth together, feeling the sharpness of my retractable canines emerge from the enamel.

"You honestly believe that, bitch?!" He voice was deep, low and condescending. 

I inhaled deeply, closing my eyes and feeling the anxiety wash away. Control. My eyelids fluttered open, my teeth rounded back to normalcy, and with the least bit of spite, I said, "You're no match for me without Ethan." And turned on my toes, heading off towards the school. 

I could faintly hear murmurs and steps behind me. As much as they liked to claim 'alpha status', they were still followers, desperately clinging to a source of direction. I, on the other hand, was starting to develop well into independency. 

I piqued my hearing, listening for any suspicious talk. Mostly gossipping, per usual for a high school. "Did you hear?" "I can't believe it!" "I don't want another boyfriend, I want a distraction." I skimmed the faces of my new peers, trying to avoid direct eye-contact. First impressions littered my mind. 'Athlete.' 'Promiscuous.' Then, a girl I couldn't quite label. Dark brown layered hair rested neatly on her shoulders, a kind but harsh face. Her companion was obviously a labeled 'snob.' Flowing strawberry blond hair, rubbing her lips together in almost a seductive manner, while watching the twins. They didn't seem quite normal, but not exactly supernatural...

Since they seem so into the twins, I guess Ethan and Aiden can deal with them.

"Which one are you gonna go for?"

"The straight one. Obviously."  

I rolled my eyes. It wouldn't surprise me if Aiden and this princess hit it off in the ball park. They both seemed shallow, condescending, arrogant, and straight-up a-

"Whoa!" I gasped as I was rammed into.

"Sorry!" An awkward boy stood above me as I sat on the hallway, a collision to the tailbone. He held out his hand and, hesitantly, I took it and he helped me up. "I wasn't watching where I was going. And neither were you. Not that I'm patronizing you, I'm just stating." My eyes glazed over as he rambled. Who even was this kid? "And-"

"It's okay." I hushed him, harsher than a normal teenage girl would've. Oops. "I'm fine."

He smiled, and it was a goofy, gawky grin. "I'm Stiles."

"Natalie." I nodded in greeting, wanting to distance myself, but not wanting to seem stand-offish.

"Nice to meet you. You must be new. I can-" UGH. I zoned the rest of the rambling out, nodding every so often to seem intrigued. "Great! Let's go." 

Wait, what did I agree to?