the beginning after the end

Chapter 1

Fuck.

All of this supernatural shit is going to make me lose my marbles. Like seriously! Aren't werewolves enough?! Now there are things like Kanimas and Banshees? The fuck? What's next? Ghosts? Vampires? Mermaids? ...Actually I'd be into that... Yeaah... Lydia would look pretty good as a mermaid. Shit! Stop, Stiles, you're not in love with her anymore! After all, she and Jackson are back together! At first it was really hard for me to accept that. Just when I thought I had a chance, that dumbass returned and took her! Why would such a perfect girl fall for such a monster? Lydia is the definition of perfect: she's smart, kind, strong, popular and everything that I want, where as Jackson is a dumb, egoistic, arrogant asshole, who's only going to bring negativity into Lydia's life! How can she not see what he is doing to her?

Anyway, I'm not into her anymore. Or at least I'm trying... It's kind of hard to ignore the feelings you have towards a person. But it's for the best. Loving her is as toxic as her being with that douche.

After the past few weeks I've been trying to get my head off of things by studying more for school. Yes, even though school wouldn't start for another two weeks. I know it sounds boring, but it actually helps. Any distraction is good at the moment.

Who would have thought me and my best friend would be fighting against werewolves and Kanimas in high school? I mean I did, after all I was kind of a nerd in middle school, but that these creatures are actually real and have been part of our world without us even knowing, that blows my mind. Though it's very stressful and scary, it can also be pretty cool from time to time.

"STILES!", dad shouts from downstairs.

"WHAT IS IT?", I shout back, louder.

"CAN YOU GO TO THE STORE AND BUY SOME STUFF FOR DINNER?"

I don't have anything else to do, so I hop into my jeep and make my way to Target. Today has been pretty boring: I didn't feel like studying and Scott is grounded until school starts again, since he didn't tell Melissa about her son being transformed into a werewolf and putting his life at risk while fighting against some badasses (...you know just the usual stuff) ,so I've just been playing games all day.

Once I arrive I head straight for the salads. My dad hates it when I buy healthy food, but I don't like him eating all of the junk he calls dinner, because he doesn't have the time to make himself a proper meal. I always try to replace the chips, chocolate and frozen pizza with healthier alternatives. There's a boy next to me with the target uniform on, restacking the salad dressings. He's around my age and really pretty. I'm guessing, that he doesn't go to my school, because with that face I would have heard of him. He would definitely be one of the most popular guys. I check him out, he seems distracted anyways: He's about my height and has the hair I aspire to have once mine's finally grown out: It's voluminous and slicked back messily (but the messy that actually looks good). He looks like a model. Or an elf; his ears are very pointy, just like his nose. When he leans forward some strands fall into his face. "Can I help you?", he asks, still not looking at me. Fuck. How did he notice me staring at him? Gosh, I'm sure he thinks I'm some weird stalker now. Fucking embarassing. Stay calm, Stiles. Just answer. "Y-Yeah-", my voice cracks, "I, um, I'm thinking about which dressing I should pick." It's strange. I'm normally never the type to get embarassed easily. He glances over at me. "Need some advice?", he asks with a lopsided grin. With dressing? "I think I'm fine, I'll just get this one..", I lean down to grab a random yoghurt dressing. I'm only a few inches away from him now. This is so awkward. I can feel the blood rushing into my cheeks. What's wrong with me? I stand back up straight again quickly and look at him, my cheeks are flushed. His grin becomes wider and he shows a bit of his teeth. I can't move, it's like I'm paralyzed. Is he a Kanima? We've made eye contact for way too long now. Fuck. Say something! Don't make it awkward! I clear my throat and mutter:"Thanks,...", I look at his name tag, it says Zivon Nowikow.Sounds like a russian name. Is he russian? "...Mister Nowikow" I'm 100% sure that I pronounced it wrong. "Nowikow-", he corrects me (it's pronounced Novikof, not how I said it: Noweecow. Well done Stiles) "...no problem, that's my job." Yeah, I was able to recognize an accent there. It sounds sexy. I mean interesting! Or like... sexy for girls, not for me! He's still so calm, where as I'm totally hectic and embarassed about nothing. What am I making such a big deal about? Stay cool Stiles. Seriously. "Well, see ya.", I try to say as calm as I can, while rushing to the cash register, picking up snack tomatoes and lemons on my way. My heart is beating so fast, I don't even know why.