My True Pack.

Chapter 4

Thomas's Point of View.

It's been at least a few days since I saw Peter in the McDonald's. I talked with Agent McCall and I go to school today. It's going to be me, Minho and Brenda (we made her because she was teasing us about all the time).

Jorge was going to search for a job but realized that there wasn't a lot of jobs open for a ex-gangster, a hunter and even if none of us wanted to admit: A killer. So, he told us that he was going to stay at the home and was going to watch the sports and maybe just maybe he'll help with the house.

And now, I was eating my breakfast (that Brenda made because we realized that I can't cook) and trying to calm my nerves about seeing Scott again. Agent McCall told me that Scott aleady knew that I was alive and that was planning something. And with those news, me and Minho made a plan to not just let them know that we weren't their friend. But to let them know that we weren't the same.

"Yo, shank, what are going to do today?" Minho asked while stuffing his mouth with bacon.

"We are going to school." I answered with a shrug.

He looked at me and glared. "You know what I meant."

I sighed. "To be honest, I don't know what are we going to do about them. I really don't know."

He gave a choke laugh. "Wow, the person that defeated W.I.C.K.E.D, the person that figured out the Maze and the person that survived the Scorch Trials, don't know what to do about some teenagers freaks."

I gave him a look and pushed him to the side. "Oh, shut up. You're no one to say what I can or can't do." I gave a goofy smile.

He stuffed his mouth with more bacon and looked at Brenda. "You really know how to cook, ya know, shank?"

She smiled. "Good to know you liked it, Minho." Then, she looked at me. "And did you like it, Thomas?"

I gave a big thumbs up. "I love it, Brenda. It's just that not that hungry."

Minho gave me a big pat in the back. "He's just scared about what can happen in school." He gave a goofy smirk before stealing my bacon.

"You shank, that was my bacon!" I tried to steal it back but he already put it on his mouth.

"Not anymore, oh, great leader." He smiled.

"Alright, kids, it's time to you to go to school. I'll be in my room, and I will maybe. Maybe, bring pizza this dinner." Jorge said between laughs.

"Nice, Jorge, nice." Minho smiled again.

Brenda looked at her watch and sighed. "It's time to go, Agent McCall will be angry at us if we miss school again."

Minho groaned but got up while I had to take all my courage to stand up. But I got there, eventually.

Jorge patted me on the back. "You'll be fine, Thomas. Remember, I have silver bullets." He smirked.

"Thanks, Jorge. I appreciate. If anything happens, you'll be the first to know."

He smiled at me. "Now, go to school and show those shanks what you're made of."

I opened the door with my backpack on and waved him bye. "See ya, Jorge. I really hope you buy the pizza!"

I heard a laugh. "I make no promises!"

And I was out of the door with Minho and Brenda by my side. And I looked at both of them, and I knew they had my back, no matter what.

Scott McCall's Point of View.

We were now on the first period with Mr.Yukimura, I was looking at the window. My dad told me yesterday that Stiles would come back today and that I probably should use his other name: Thomas. Because he was legally now, Thomas. I know, he is just Thomas.

Mr.Yukimura was giving us a lesson when my dad appeared and knocked on the door. "Mr.Yukimura, may I have your attention and the attention of your students for a brief moment?"

Mr.Yukimura nodded. "Sure, Agent McCall, no need for asking."

My dad entered the classroom and cleared his throat. "As you guys know, the world has been consumed by the sun. Millions of lives were lost because of that. Somehow, Beacon Hills was never affected, and we thank God. But there is still a problem in the world. And we can't forget that."

I looked at Lydia who gave me an concerned look.

"There are people surving for food, surving the Flare, that don't know or don't remember having a nice normal life like you and me." He paused. "Today, we welcome three students that have been through the Scorch and have survived the Flare. Please be kind, they went through a lot. And when I mean a lot is a lot."

Mr.Yukimura nodded. "I heard of these students, I think this is an opportunity to show them that they're safe and tha--."

"Come on, Agent M'Call, we don't have all day." A voice interrupted Mr.Yukimura.

And an asian-looking boy, with short, black hair, with some jeans, a shirt, a watch and some converse appeared. He looked at the class and cringed. "Sheesh, this are som ugly shanks here."

Then, a girl, with long, black hair, some shorts, some bit of make-up, a black shirt and converse too appeared. "What do you expect, Minho?"

Minho looked at her and shrugged. "I don't know but this shanks are uglier than the cranks we fought. And that's saying a lot, Brenda."

Brenda laughed. "Stop, look at their faces. You're confusing them with you Glade-slang, Minho."

"They'll get use to it. I have the whole year."

My dad sighed and crossed his arms in defeat. "And where's Thomas?"

Minho turned to see him and then smirked. "Oh, great leader, come and show yourself, I beg you!" He yelled.

A groan was heard from the corridors. And he appeared. His skin was tan, he wore some jeans, boots, a blue long shirt, his hair was down and messy. He looked like Stiles but his eyes were dead, his eyes didn't show any happiness. There was bags under his eyes and it seemed like he had been crying. He looked worse than I thought.

I smelled the anger, hate, sadness and revenge on him. The other two had the same smell but Stiles's was stronged. It made cringed and when he looked at me he smirked.

"Hello, Scotty Boy."