FIC: The Whole Damn Alphabet (2/?)
Title: The Whole Damn Alphabet (2/?)
Author: inlightofvisa
Rating: PG13 (slash)
Genre and/or Pairing: Canon AU, Derek/Stiles, Danny/OMC, background Scott/Allison
Spoilers: Season 1
Warnings: Um, there will be blood later? And also, OMC. Hopefully not a Gary Stu.
Word Count: 1688
Summary: There's a new kid in school. Stiles likes him. Danny likes him more.
Notes: Um, so yeah. Surprise! I guess. I need y'all to let me know if the OMC starts sounding like a Gary Stu because then I have problems.
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Back to Chapter 1
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“I’d like you all to welcome your new classmate, Ryan Nichols,” Mr. Harris says blandly. The brown-haired teen in question raises his hand to fake some sort of wave, already bored before sitting down next to Danny. They both give each other an up-down look before simultaneously blushing and looking in opposite directions. Stiles notices (of course he notices, he’s the most attentive of the people! Well, sometimes. Because sometimes, there are more important things to be noted, and most of those don’t have to deal with school) and nudges Danny.
“Hey, saw you checking out the new kid,” he whispers. Danny doesn’t answer but his ears go red, turning his focus back to where Mr. Harris is droning on about covalent bonds and their properties. Stiles squirms around to try and catch the boy’s eye, but Danny isn’t the goalie of the lacrosse team for nothing-his torso conveniently blocks Stiles’ view. He sighs, longsuffering before attempting to pay attention to the teacher. A scratch of paper across the table breaks his brittle focus.
What do you want, it demands, the handwriting neat and orderly.
You interested in Danny? He scribbles, his scrawl looking like a kindergartner’s next to the new kid’s outstanding penmanship. He slides the slip across the table when Mr. Harris isn’t looking. A few minutes later, he sees Danny jump out of the corner of his eye. The new kid has his arm on the small of Danny’s back, the note in between his fingers. Stiles smiles. He has to befriend this guy because he is good.
I’d like to have one for my own personal use, it quips and Stiles nearly bursts out laughing. Mr. Harris eyes him strangely.
“Mr. Stilinski, would you like to explain what exactly causes the bond behavior between hydrogen and fluorine in a hydrogen monofluoride molecule?”
Stiles freezes. The new kid takes this as an opportunity to save him.
“The fluorine in hydrogen monofluoride is highly electronegative, strongly attracting the electron in hydrogen away from the hydrogen atom. This results in a slightly more stable electron configuration for both elements.”
Mr. Harris looks absolutely appalled.
“Why aren’t you in the AP class, Mr. Nichols?” he stammers. The new kid just looks at Mr. Harris and then combs a hand through his hair.
“It’s second semester of my sophomore year. There’s no way the admin is even letting me into that class. I tried.”
Mr. Harris looks almost delighted.
“I look forward to seeing you next year in class, then,” he says, turning around to face the blackboard.
Stiles breathes a sigh of relief, nodding at the kid. Ryan is his name, right? He writes his phone number on the square and passes it back, careful not to touch Danny. Danny takes it his hand anyways and passes it to Ryan, who holds onto Danny’s hand a little longer than should be normal. Ryan chuckles silently before taking his phone out and blatantly punching in numbers. He then looks at Danny, who scribbles down his number in a heartbeat. Stiles nearly falls out of his seat. He and Ryan must be friends.
-*-*-
The bell rings and Stiles walks out of chemistry with almost an entire pound of homework.
“Remember, you all have an exam on Friday of next week. I expect you all to prepare yourselves adequately,” Mr. Harris says as the class files out. Scott looks absolutely in despair as he falls in step with Stiles.
“Dude, I’m so screwed,” he says, his eyebrows moving themselves into what Stiles calls the ‘worried Scott-erpillar.’ “I have no idea of what is even going on in chemistry anymore-like when the new kid stood up and answered for you, I had no idea what he was even saying.”
Stiles claps him on the back.
“Don’t worry, dude, we got this. And plus, I can get the new kid to help us.”
Scott looks at him, utterly flummoxed.
“What? You haven’t even talked to him.”
Stiles takes out his cellphone and shakes it at his friend.
“Dude. Digits. Already.”
Scott continues to be utterly vexed.
“Wait, you’re into him?”
Stiles nearly walks into a locker.
“No. No, no, no, Lydia is still the one for me,” he says, holding his hands up defensively. “Didn’t you see him checking out Danny?”
Scott attempts to comb his memory banks before drawing a blank.
“No, although I do remember Jackson looking a little angry.”
“For good reason! This guy, Ryan, is absolutely awesome! He hasn’t even known Danny a full class period and he got both his number and somewhere between first and second base!”
Scott stops walking.
“What?”
Stiles turns around and nearly gets bowled over by a basketball player.
“Look, the new kid is a lot cooler than your average new kid,” he says, jostling his way back to Scott. “Now c’mon, let’s go get some lunch.”
-*-*-
Ryan navigates the lunchroom, backpack draped over one shoulder and cellphone in hand. He rolls his eyes at the lacrosse boys all gathered around one table, and the cheerleaders all around another. Shrugging, he attempts to walk towards to the exit to go eat outside when someone calls his name.
“Ryan!”
He looks around before spotting the kid who sat two seats away from him in chemistry. Stilinski. He waves, and then notices that Danny is sitting with them. Danny is sitting with them. Why shouldn’t he?
He slides into a chair next to Danny.
“’Sup, gorgeous,” he says, winking. Danny blushes.
“Hey,” Danny says back before Stilinski butts in.
“You were amazing in chemistry,” he says, arms waving wildly. “Nobody in that class is half-capable of saving my ass like that!”
“You’re welcome,” Ryan says, pulling his lunch out from his backpack. Leftover pasta, an orange, and a box of chocolate milk. It sure looks more appetizing than anything the other kids are eating. “What’s your name again? The only person I really know at this school right now is Mr. Has-An-Amazing-Ass over here.” Danny swats his arm, but his mouth quirks up into a smile.
“Stiles. Stiles Stilinski.”
Ryan grins.
“Well, Stiles, this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”
The boy with messy black hair sitting next to Stiles coughs and glares.
“Oh, and let me introduce you to everyone else. This is Scott McCall, co-captain of the lacrosse team. His girlfriend, Allison Argent, is headed right for us.”
As if on cue, Allison plops down at the table, pecking Scott on the cheek.
“Hey,” she says, smiling and waving. “Nice to meet you…?”
“Ryan,” Ryan says, flashing her a smile. Scott bristles.
“And following her is Jackson Whittemore, a douchebag among men.”
Jackson flips Stiles off before glaring at Ryan.
“Keep your hands off my friend,” he growls before sitting down. Ryan swears that he can see Jackson’s eyes flash a dark blue. Ryan can’t help the snarl that resounds from his throat, letting his eyes narrow and settle into silver before returning to their normal dark brown. The entire table quiets after that, except for Danny.
“Dude, he can touch me as much as he wants,” he says, oblivious to the supernatural being sitting next to him. “He’s pretty cool.”
“That’s because he’s got his hand on your dick,” Jackson sneers before ripping into his food. Ryan can’t help but feel extremely uncomfortable, standing up.
“Well, thanks for your help Stiles, but I really have to be going,” he says, patting Danny on the back. “Gotta find my calc classroom.”
Danny jumps up.
“I can help,” he says, smiling. Ryan smiles back at him, waving easily to the table.
“Nice to meet you all,” he says, sauntering across the lunchroom, Danny in tow. As soon as they exit the lunchroom, Danny’s hand brushes his.
“Which room is your calc classroom in?” he asks, standing close to Ryan.
Ryan fiddles with the folded up schedule in his pocket.
“219,” he says, licking his lips. “Second floor, yeah?”
Danny looks a little crestfallen.
“Yeah. I guess you know where it is, then.”
Ryan laughs, slipping his hand into Danny’s.
“Don’t be so disappointed, Danny, it’s not like I’m against you walking me there.”
Ryan doesn’t bother turning around to acknowledge Jackson’s brooding presence, but he hears his heavy breathing all the same as Danny leads him up the staircase, nattering on about lacrosse.
-*-*-
Stiles tries not to be too sad when he sees Ryan’s eyes flash silver. Seriously, what has gotten into him? Is he like a werewolf magnet or something? Because it’s like every single werewolf in the history of werewolves is finding him. And inserting themselves forcefully into his life. And Stiles really liked Ryan, too.
“What do silver eyes mean?” Stiles asks as the rest of the group starts to eat after Ryan’s out of earshot. “We know that red is alpha, light blue or gold is beta, and dark blue is omega.”
Jackson winces at the mention of his rank before getting up and stalking out of the cafeteria. Allison chews thoughtfully on her pizza.
“We should ask Derek,” she says with an air of finality. “He’ll probably know.”
Scott looks confused. As usual.
“How are you so sure he’s a werewolf, Stiles?” he asks, biting his lip. “He didn’t smell like one.”
Now, it’s Stiles’ turn to be confused.
“What? How do you know?” he asks, stuffing curly fries into his mouth. Scott shrugs.
“I just know,” he says. “Like, Derek and Jackson have this specific smell. Ryan doesn’t.”
Stiles almost spits out all the food in his mouth.
“Shoot, no, we have to tell Derek about this,” he says, heart racing. He pulls his phone out of his pocket.
Derek, what do silver eyes mean, he texts, fingers flying. The answer comes a few heartbeats later.
I’m not sure, why?
Stiles tries to keep his breathing steady.
There’s a kid at school whose eyes flashed silver. Scott said he didn’t smell like a werewolf. Jackson got him a bit riled up.
The next text isn’t as quick.
He didn’t smell like a werewolf?
And then Derek drops the bomb.
It’s the Psi.
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