Don't trust a hoe

[theboywhoscreamedwolf]

Stiles was not one to welcome change. Sorry, but he just didn't like it. Whenever something changed, whenever someone new rolled into town, trouble came with them. Especially if they turned out to be a recluse with a camera, see: Matt, anyone? So, unfortunately for Peter, Stiles was a little biased from the get go. None of the wolves smelled anything weird - "He has a unique smell, Stiles. It's probably his soap." - but that didn't really put his mind at ease.

"You're being paranoid, and frankly, it's annoying." Lydia oh so kindly informed Stiles as they walked down the upstairs corridor. That Parker kid was in two of his classes so far, and Stiles had been Code Red all day. "Call me when he kills somebody."

"That's so HELPFUL!" Stiles called after her, grumbling and shaking his head as he headed for his last class. "Fine, we'll just wait for somebody to die! Am I living in a freaking Groundhog Day here?"

"I'll just do it myself." Because talking to himself was going to get him everywhere in life.

"Heyyy, Peter, right?" Stiles could be friendly when he wanted to be. He had social skills. Maybe. "I'm Stiles."

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[theboywhoscreamedwolf]

"I wasn't going to say tutor, but." Stiles offers Peter a smile, running a hand back through his hair. The smile kind of dies a little when he mentions Lydia - hm, this might be tougher than he thought.

"Yeah I know her but - " Stiles pauses, eyeing Peter for a second, trying to decide what to say. "I want to know you. Look man, if you're too busy it's cool." Stiles would just have to come up with a Plan B. "Moving to a new town and all, bound to be pretty busy."

Bull-shit, Stiles was pretty sure Peter hadn't done much of anything since he got to town. Not that he was stalking him. Look, it wasn't a crime to protect his home. Okay, maybe in the most legal definition, it was but - oh, fuck it.

[stickywebs]

Peter had to admit, he was feeling a bit like a dick now. Here this guy was trying to be his friend because he probably had seemed lonely (and pathetic) and he was trying to brush him off.

"No no. I... am not busy." he really wasn't. There was nothing to do in this town and after a while experimenting with his new found powers got boring too.

"You want to hang out after class? I can look at your notes then?" They were already a few minutes late so he grabbed hold of Stiles bicep, just a light hold and tugging so they would start moving to class while walking.

[theboywhoscreamedwolf]

Stiles followed easily enough, almost feeling bad about the deception. And hey, if there was nothing wrong here - maybe he had made a friend. Look at that, an actual friend who wasn't involved in werewolves. Weird. But not necessarily bad weird. Just...weird.

"Sure. I've got a car, and there's a Starbucks less than a mile from here?"

[stickywebs]

"Sounds good." With a brief grin and a salute (why the hell had he done that?) he entered their shared class room and took his usual seat on the third row. He enjoyed this class, this teacher, Yukimura was his name, had an interesting way of sharing knowledge.

Writing down his notes like the good boy he was by the time class had ended he'd almost forgotten about his plans after.

He met Stiles by his locker, taking out his skate board that he rode when going to school.

"Okay. I got everything." Chemistry notes were in his backpack so was all of their homework for the day.

[theboywhoscreamedwolf]

"Nice board, dude." Stiles nodded appreciatively. He'd always wanted to learn how to skateboard but he never got around to it and ended up with a car instead. "Is that an Enjoi?"

Stiles spun his keys on his finger and ignored the 'what the hell' looks he got from his friends as he headed outside with Peter. They knew he was suspicious, so why was he taking Peter somewhere in his Jeep?

"Here she is, my pride and joy." Stiles looked way too proud of the piece of shit jeep sitting in his parking space. He patted the hood fondly, climbing into the driver's seat.

[stickywebs]

"Yeah, it is." Peter looked surprised Stiles recognized the board, especially since it was pretty old and battered. It had been used one too many times yet shelved once he'd gotten his powers. But here it wasn't really an option to swing his way too school. Not like it had been in New York where everyone knew his alter ego. he wondered if his absence was going noticed.

His super hero career sure had been short-lived.

"Cool jeep." Peter hit the hood what was supposed to be a pat really but ended up being much more than that as he heard the car groan in it's own way. Shit. Quickly he retreated his hand and let out an awkward laugh.

Quickly he got in the other side.

"So uhm. Yeah. Thanks for wanting to hang out. And stuff."

[theboywhoscreamedwolf]

"I almost learned how to skateboard." Stiles explains with a friendly smile. "I was totally going to buy the one with the whitewall wheels, but I backed out at the last second and bought a copy of Halo 4."

Stiles blinks when the metal of his hood pops under Peter's hand, and yeah, okay, consider his suspicions confirmed. There was definitely something up there, because his jeep was a piece of shit but it was pretty sturdy against everything non-supernatural.

"Sure, dude. I've lived here my whole life, so it's kind of my duty to bring in the welcome wagon, you know?" Stiles starts the car, bouncing out of the school parking lot. He...wasn't exactly great about not speeding. "And you seem pretty cool, Peter."

[stickywebs]

"Halo 4 is cool." He'd played it briefly but then had gotten distracted with other things. "If you ever change your mind and want to learn." He raised his board, wiggling it. "I got a spare." A few actually yet this one remained his favorite. And most comfortable to skate with.

Noticing they were not following the speed limit he frowned. "Uhhh, Stiles, isn't your dad a cop?" He'd heard something about that. Shouldn't he be on his best behavior then? Or maybe he was suffering from a complex and did he exact opposite? It didn't make him feel uncomfortable it just made him worry they might get pulled over.

He didn't fancy getting his ass kicked by his aunt.

"I uhh. I'm from New York City. We moved here because well.." He frowned. "Aunt May thought it would be better for me."

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Stiles considered it for a second and nodded, making a sharp right. "Yeah, that'd be cool, man. I'd love to learn. If you're free on Thursday, me and my friend Scott make that our video game night. If you want to hang."

"...the Sheriff, actually." Stiles grinned sheepishly. "Don't worry, I'm not going to rat anyone out, if that's what you're worried about."

"Nice! Bet that's a big change." Stiles tilted his head a little. "Didn't want to raise you in the city?"

[stickywebs]

"I am more worried about getting thrown in jail for your need for speed." He considered Stiles his offer. It would be the first time he'd go over and play games with someone. Immediately he felt anxious but Stiles seemed alright. besides, he knew it would make his aunt happy if he went.

Might as well make it worth his while for one year he'd be here as he'd already decided he was going to move back to New York the moment he graduated.

"Sure, I'll come."

Wondering if they were almost there as he was craving coffee and a snack he shrugged at the other question. He was regretting mentioning it.

"Don't think it's that. Anyway, are there like things to do here? It seems.. quiet?"

[theboywhoscreamedwolf]

"Never had a single ticket." Stiles looked a little too smug about that but hey; had to have some perks, right? He had places to be.

"Yeah, there are parties like every other weekend." Stiles honked at a Toyota trying to creep into traffic, as he swung the jeep around into the parking lot. "Drinking, dancing, lacrosse games. Video games."

He did snort, though, when Peter mentioned it being quiet. Hardly, at least, not on the supernatural end. "We've had our fair share of trouble. Arson, murder, animal attacks - "

Stiles parked and got out of the car, still rattling off his list. "Escaped mental patients, a crazy kid with a gun at the police station, a fake bombing covering for a real bombing - "

[stickywebs]

That told Peter enough. Seemed his daddy instead of being harder on him for being the sheriff's son just got him out of trouble instead. Fine by him.

"Oh. Guess I just haven't heard of them." No surprise there. He didn't have any friends yet so there was no one to invite him. Apparently it didn't matter where he went being an outcast didn't change.

"Eh, that sounds like home." He supposed for a small town that was a big deal. For his own city? Not so much. Stuff like that happened daily.

"How does that work though. Fake bombing covering for a real one?"

[theboywhoscreamedwolf]

Well, it wasn't like his father had a helluva lot of choice in the matter. It probably would have been different, he'd probably come down harder, if Stiles' mom were there. But, then, well - she wasn't.

"You will. They're not always fun if you're not a drunk." Peter didn't look like the type. "The next big one is going to be bonfire night before the big lacrosse game against the shitty northern prep school. We're like enemies or something. Free beer, I guess."

Stiles would expect nothing less. But in a town this size? The crime to human ratio was kind of ridiculous. No wonder they sent in the FBI to investigate his dad. "Home sweet home."

"They planted a fake bomb on a bus at school. Lured a response team out there, so when the real bomb went off in my dad's office, no one was expecting it. Kind of genius, in a twisted way."

[stickywebs]

Getting drunk was going to be a problem but he wisely didn't mention that. "Ah, I am not much of a drinker." He said instead with a sheepish little grin. It sounded fun enough and he probably should go to make more friends yet going alone didn't sound all too appealing to him.

"Sounds like fun. Not the fake bombing. The lacrosse thing. Bombings aren't fun. Unless it's in games, then it can be a little fun. And movies. Explosions in movies are pretty cool. But they are fake so, no one gets hurt."

And now was a good time to shut the fuck up. Looking away from Stiles he stared out of the window instead. "There's a whole lot of nothing in this town is there?" No houses, just a road and trees surrounding them.

[theboywhoscreamedwolf]

"Me either. Well, I can be. When I want to. But the cheap booze has never really been my thing." Stiles agreed with a friendly smile. "You should come, though. Whole school is going to be there. Might as well make an appearance."

For a second, Stiles is reminded of his own tendency to stammer. When he's coming down off his meds; but Peter seemed far too relaxed to be on adderall. Believe him, Stiles could call an Adderall patient from a mile away. So, he was probably just nervous. Which was either a) suspicious, or b) totally normal and Stiles was a freak for reading into this, wasn't he?

"I wouldn't say nothing." Stiles folds his hands together, glancing out the window. "But it can be a little slow at times." When werewolves aren't running around all night long.

[stickywebs]

Peter was starting to wonder how far that coffee shop was. It seemed like they had been driving for a while. Maybe he should try and convince aunt may to buy a second hand. It didn't seem he could always easily go around using his skateboard. To school was fine but anywhere else? Yeah he needed a car.

"My aunt works at the hospital. As a nurse." Since Stiles had started sharing more about himself and the town he figured he should too.

"How far is the coffee shop?"

[theboywhoscreamedwolf]

"Huh, Scott's mom works there too." Stiles smiled reassuringly, though he absolutely stored that information away for later analysis. Okay, maybe he was being a bit of a freak, sorry, he was paranoid. "The hours there get kind of crazy, they're constantly swamped."

"We're here," Stiles turned into the parking lot, securing a spot in the relatively empty lot. "The town is deceptively big. Lot of land, not a lot of stuff in it. Makes everything farther apart."