Wolfsbane (MTV'S Teen Wolf Fan-Fiction)

John Doe

~John Doe~

Jonathan came from a normal family, born and raised in the small town of Norman, OK. His mother worked in real-estate and his dad was a professor at the college he attended, the University of Oklahoma. The only sibling he had was his 15 year old sister, Melody. Jonathan was 20, a sophomore, majoring in history with a goal of becoming a teacher.

Everything in his life was going perfectly well, but fairly... what's the word I'm thinking of... unsatisfying. So, during a boring night in his dorm he grabbed his laptop and went on a website fairly popular with his disturbing roommate, Omegle.

Being the clean-cut guy he is, he was frightened by the website-

DICK, DICK, DICK, INFANT, DICK, VAGINA, INFANT DICK.

But eventually he saw a girl with her friend, and all him and his roommate did was stare at the computer screen.

"Hello?" One of them said.

"Oh, uh, hi!" Jonathan replied when his roommate elbowed him in the ribs.

"First guys on here without some dicks whipped out," the other girl joked, and he simply looked down at his own crotch.

"Unless you were planning on doing that eventually?" She joked, and he awkwardly chuckled.

"I sense some flirtation blooming between the two of you," Alex, his roommate, joked.

"I don't even know her name," he muttered, pulling on his shirt sleeve like he had a habit of doing.

"I'm Allison Johnson, this is Cassandra George, you can call us Ali and Cassie," she smiled.

"Well I'm Alexander Wilson, this is Jonathan, you can call us Alex and Jonathan."

"No last name? Alright Mr. John Doe, I see how it is!" she smirked, and Jonathan smiled,

"It's Jonathan, and my last name is Evans."

"Nah, I'll stick with John Doe. Suits you, mystery man. Just like that accent, where you from, like Texas or something?"

"Everything's bigger in Texas!" Cassie exclaimed, still staring at her phone screen, and Jonathan grunted.

"Not a fan? What's gotcha, the Dallas Cowboys? Or, NO! It's the Longhorns! You're sworn enemies ain't cha?"

"Sooners forever, baby!" Alex yelled, and Jonathan nodded.

"Ah, Oklahoma. I was close enough, I think I get that point."

"You must be a big football fan?"

"Oh yeah baby, Patriots all the way. Gotta support my boys!"

"New England girls?"

"Born and raised honey buns!"

"You're funny," he smiled, and she put a hand to her heart,

"You insult me in my own computer screen? How DARE you!"

"No! I didn't mean that I was just... conversation.. making.. I'm sorry," he bit down on his lip and she burst into a fit of laughter.

"What?"

"I wasn't insulted, just joking. You seem like a good boy, John Doe. Chess club president at your school?"

"I'm actually a baseball player, honey buns," he smirked, and she instantly replied with a,

"DAAAAAAAAAAYUM!"

"Why 'dayum'?"

"One word babe; A-S-S."

"For all you know I have no ass, in fact, I could be highly offended considering I may not even have anything below my waist."

"Then how would you play baseball?"

"Good call,"

"Plus I'm sure there's a lot between your legs, hun," she winked.

"OOOOOOO SHIT!" Alex laughed, and Jonathan looked at him,

"What?"

"Why don't you whip out your big dick buddy boy? She was expecting it anyway! I've seen that bad boy in the locker rooms- thicker than both my thumbs side by side, and loooon-"

"ALEX!" he yelled, causing Allison and Cassie to laugh very hard.

"I mean, no homo, bro," Alex smiled, and Jonathan rubbed his eyes,

"I hate you." he muttered.

"Well maybe you'd hate him less if we had a private conversation!" Allison suggested, and Jonathan smiled,

"So how bout that number, John Doe?"