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Two years later: Beacon Hills. I was seventeen. I had been through a lot more than most teenagers, but I had made it out alive. Now I was facing a fear that I'd had since a young age. Beacon Hills, California. My old home. I snarled and pounced on the other werewolf, prying him off of Scott McCall. He threw me off and I crashed into a wall, destroying it. "Agh...damnit." I hissed. Scott sent the omega running. "Who's he?" A girl asked sharply. I realized she meant me. I staggered to my feet. "I guess I look a lot different from the fourth grade." I remarked. Scott stared at me, and so did Stiles Stilinski, the sheriffs son who reminded me of Caroline. Scott reminded me of me, honestly. Scott's jaw dropped. "Theo?" He asked. I smirked. "Yep." ........................... I sat in history class, half bored to death. I'd already learned this crap. I eased the pain of boredom by staring at a certain, handsome teen werewolf who was in the McCall pack. His name was Liam Dunbar. Yes, I was gay. Well, actually I was bisexual, but it didn't matter to me. This one, however, had caught my eye and I was determined to have him. As the bell rang, I approached him. "You're Scott's beta, aren't you?" I asked with a classic Mikaelson smirk. I inherited it from my uncles. He glared at me but nodded. "And you're the guy that randomly appeared and saved his life." It wasn't a question. I shrugged. "I've gotten used to it. Saving people." I said offhandedly. He scowled and stalked away. He would be a tough catch. I walked outside for lunch. "Theo!" A male voice yelled. "Jeremy! Hey man!" I high-fived my best friend as he ran up to me. "What are you doing here?" I grinned. Jer shrugged. "Getting away from the drama. I didn't know you were here." He wore an goofy grin. "Well I wasn't really supposed to leave.." I pointed out. My dad and uncle had been firmly against my move. "Were any of us supposed to leave?" Jer asked. "Good point." I shrugged. We both laughed. "It's good to see a familiar face." Jer commented. "Especially when it's your best friend." I grinned cheekily. He elbowed me playfully. "You're so stuck up." He remarked. I gave him a look. "I'm my mother's child. Of course I'm stuck up." I smirked. He rolled his eyes. I saw Liam and his friend walking across the yard. I drank in his tall, lean frame and his ruffles hair, his beautiful smile... I think I was in love. "Okay, who is he?" Jer broke me out of my thoughts with a knowing look. I shook my head. "Who is who?" I asked quickly. "The boy you're staring at." He pressed. I sighed. "I think he's my mate...his name is Liam." I replied, still watching the boy. "You look lovestruck...he's totally your mate." Jeremy declared.
