Beacon Hills 1983

Chapter 2: BHHS

(Teen wolf + Stranger Things)
27 October 1983, Monday

The annoying buzz of Lucy's alarm clock jerks life into me, startling my senses and I feel the sharp, instant growth of my claws shoot out from the base of my fingernails.
"Shit!" I whisper, and wave around my hands like they're wet.
I panick, and look at Lucy, but she's moaning and trying to smash her alarm clock with her fist.
I breath in and out, slowly, just like my cousin Talia taught me, curl my fingers in towards the middle of my palms, and flick them out again, fast, revealing my normal, human fingernails.
I sigh in relief, and Lucy gets up.

We both shower and get dressed, then wait outside for the school bus to come by. It usually passes at around 07:30.
"I hate doing this. Why can't our parents just get us our own cars?" Lucy rolls her eyes as the bus approaches.

The bus ride is as embarrassing as it has been since the beginning of the year. Everyone drives to school in their own cars now, but of course, Lucy and I, are the only ones still taking the bus.
Lucy Henderson moved to Beacon Hills only 2 months ago, and her family is still adjusting, so they haven't thought of buying her a car. But in my family, only my mom, aunt Bev, and uncle Ed have cars- and they're the most expensive ones of the century.
They wouldn't trust us ruthless kids to drive around with them.

The first thing I see when I jump off, is the usual, shiney, blue Chevrolet.
It belongs to the one and only Billy Hargrove.
His eyes wander around as he exhales clouds of grey, puffy smoke.

Lucy and I walk past, briskly. I feel his eyes follow me. They always follow me.

We enter Beacon Hills High School, and I head to my locker.
I hear Billy's, soft, throbbing, heartbeat from behind the open locker door.
When I gather my books, I slam it shut.
"Just leave me alone Hargrove." I sigh, annoyed, and walk away.
He has the strong, definite, scent of smoke, and my werewolf senses cause me to sneeze.
I hear him chuckle from behind.

Billy's been a bully to me since our time together at Beacon Hills Middle School.
He never liked me. And I didn't know why, until I began to understand the concept of racism.
My complexion is a golden tan colour, and I have jet-black, wavy hair, unlike him, with his fair, white skin tone and long, dirty blonde curls.
It seemed to bring him joy, as a twelve year old, to make me hate every day of my life. He'd spit on me, pull my hair, steal my pocket money, push me around, pick fights with me.
Luckily, he's matured a lot more since then, because he doesn't bully me like that anymore. Instead, he tries to insult me whenever he gets the chance.

Quietly, I make my way to homeroom, and take my usual seat in the corner at the back. Billy sits at a little distance from me, towards the middle. Sometimes I stare at the back of his head and realise that I could crush it- and have him dead within a second. Or dig my razor sharp claws into his rock hard abs and have him bleed to death- after begging for my mercy.
I've had to learn not to give in to his taunts over the years, because if I did, he probably would be dead by now- And my mom would've disowned me or sent me off to be an omega.
Okay, that's a bit of an overexaggeration- but I'd have ruined the Hale family honor.

The blood lust is really strong around Billy. I just have to keep calm and stay far away from him- which is really difficult, since he's always lurking around, finding some way or the other to annoy the hell out of me.

After doing the register, Mrs. Barron tells us the annual school trip to Riverdale is next week.

I join Lucy, as we each get handed a reply slip, on our way out to the first class.
"My mom never allows me on any kind of trips, so I know I won't be going." I sigh, dissapointed.
"Oh I know I'll be going." Lucy smiles joyfully. "I mean, I'm from Greendale, it's literally the neighboring town of Riverdale."
I roll my eyes at her. "Whatever. Tell me how it is."
She laughs. "What's this trip about anyway? It's like, two weeks long."
"I don't know. Just something our school does every year for sophomores." I say.
"Maybe if I was allowed to go on school trips I would've known." I add sarcastically.
"Oh well. Guess I'll have to find out myself then." Lucy smirks, and walks into the classroom.

My eyes catch Billy's, just before I enter. He's standing by the doorway.
I ignore him and slide into the classroom, when suddenly I feel his big palm slap my left butt cheek.