Trey Laporte's Story

Trey awoke from his slumber, tired and wearing torn clothes. He had been out running yesterday, but he hadn't been careful. The local hunters managed to get his clothes ripped to shreds. He didn't hate vampires or anything like that, but he instead thought that they were meerly an inconvenience. His family demanded that he be nowhere near a vampire unless he is killing one, so he decided to steer clear of them altogether. He could usually detect a vampire by the temperature of their body. He had never actually been near a vampire, but he had heard of what one could do. His family was a well-known and respected family among werewolves, so it would be a stain on his family's reputation for him to befriend any vampires. He wanted to disobey his parents and befriend a vampire, but, he knew that he would probably be killed. For some reason lost to time, vampires and werewolves hated each other.

He got out of his bed and prepared to go to high school. He woke up two hours before school started, so he always had time to prepare and get something to eat. He rarely rushed, but today, he felt as if something important was going to happen. Call it a sixth sense if you will. He took off his clothes and quickly took a shower, putting on new clothes afterwards. He used a one strap backpack, since he had a lot of strength and it wouldn't strain his arm. He had gotten his driver's licence earlier in the year, so he already had a way to get to school. His family was old and powerful, so money wasn't a problem. He could buy anything he wanted, but, he wanted to stay inconspicuous. Stupidly, he bought a motorcycle, so much for staying anonymous. He brushed his teeth, then grabbed his stuff. He then went outside, grabbing his keys and locking the door in the process. He lived in a mansion on the outskirts of town, and his parents were usually elsewhere, tending to their businesses. The werewolf society liked being able to pull strings in politics and businesses. He didn't forget to bring the keys to start his motorcycle, so that wouldn't be a problem. He got on his motorcycle and began driving towards the school. He once again, did something stupid, forgetting to put on his helmet. He arrived a distance away from the school, since he didn't know if the school allowed motorcycles on the property. He checked his watch and noticed that he still had an hour and a half left, so he decided to go the cafe near the school. He walked towards the cafe, checking his wallet to see how much money he had. He made it to the cafe shortly, then walked up to order something. He ordered coffee and sat down at a table. A minute later, his coffee was done. He picked it up and began drinking. He wasn't a caffeine addict, so he didn't have to worry about that. He was bored and he didn't have anyone to talk to. There was still an hour and 26 minutes left till school started, so he still had had time.

(Double Post)

Trey finished his coffee and checked his watch. He had an hour and 19 minutes till school started, so he decided to get to school early. Romance? Impossible. Why would a nice girl want to be with a monster that could rip her apart? He decided to stop thinking about things like that. His family would probably force him to marry a stuck up female. Then again, they probably wouldn't. He didn't blame them for being the way they were, since that was how they were raised.

Oh god, he wasted three minutes just sitting there. He ran outside and towards the school. School didn't start till an hour and 15 minutes, but he always like preparing for school before actually starting it. He didn't have to run very far, since the coffee shop was close to the school. He was only slightly tired, once again, attributed to his werewolf nature. He would have ran to school, but that would have been dangerous and he probably would have been distracted.

He arrived at the school shortly after starting to run. He had made sure to run at a less than average pace for himself, since he didn't want anyone mistaking him for a super-hero, or worse, figuring out what he was. He was one of the last pure-blooded werewolves alive, so he was a rarity. Most werewolves were either changed by attack, so they had little power. He walked through the doors at the entrance. "Another long and boring day." Trey didn't like school, but then again, hardly any student did.

Trey didn't particularly like school. Especially the smell of hormones, students that don't shower, and other horrific smells amplified by his werewolf senses. Testosterone smelled like red, a deep primal red. He walked in to the school and towards his locker, next to the locker of a girl named Ruby. He didn't notice her being bullied due to him being deep in thought. He had rarely talked to the girl, only on occasions when he or she needed something. He accidentally walked into Mr Wuton. Oh how he hated that teacher. Trey planned on getting the teacher fired, but he didn't have any valid proof for getting Mr Wuton fired, yet. "Sorry," Trey said, not sincerely but just as a formality. "You should really watch your steps Mr. Laporte, wouldn't want me calling your parents now, would we?" Mr. Wuton teased, a snicker on his face. Trey ignored the teacher and continued walking towards his locker, when he tripped over a drawing of sorts. He picked it up and examined it, his first response was to rip it apart, but it was actually pretty good. He looked around for the person who drew it and noticed Tomas Dew. "Watcha got there nerd?" Tomas teased, not knowing Trey's full strength. "Just a drawing," Trey said, a smile on his face. Trey's parents would have approved of his nature. "Give me the drawing, now." Tomas said. "Come and reach it, unless you can't reach over the mountain." Trey teased, knowing fully that he would probably get into a fight. "You little prick." Tomas said, adrenaline and testosterone at their worst. Trey calmly walked to the other slightly chubby boy, and draped his hand over the other's shoulder. He leaned in to whisper, "I wouldn't recommend staying here, unless of course, you'd like to know how it feels to be cut open and possibly lose weight." Trey was feeling a bit animalistic, but he didn't want to lose control. He changed one of his fingers into a claw, careful to not let anyone see it, then he prodded Tomas. "Look, I don't want any problems just leave me alone." Tomas held back the urge to say freak, knowing that Trey was more than a simple freak. "Let's go, we've wasted enough time here." Tomas told his little gang, leaving the crime scene with little confidence in his voice. "Such a jerk, leaving this mess here." Trey mumbled to himself. He picked up the drawings from the floor, studying each one as he picked them up. He then noticed that the smells were getting clearer. Probably due to Tomas leaving. "Oh, are these yours?" Trey asked, looking at Ruby. He had never bullied anyone who didn't deserve it, but he had rarely protected people. The dots were connecting in his head, but he'd need to wait for the girl's response for a full picture to form.

Trey hoped the girl didn't hear him talk about possibly murdering Tomas, due to people with violent tendencies usually being sent to mental institutions. "Yes my name is Trey. I think your name is Ruby." He said, trying hard to remember what her name was exactly. "You're welcome. Anyways, nice drawings." Oh god, did he seriously just say something as normal as that? Geez, was he weird. He blushed a bit, but quickly returned to his normal self. He looked at the jewel on the ground, "Is that an heirloom?" He asked, trying to get the conversation back to normality, if you could even consider the interaction a conversation. Trey was surprised at the quickness of the students getting their phones out and spreading rumors. Oh god, he was going to have to deal with being a pariah. He hoped that he wouldn't be followed by other students, mostly due to his being a werewolf. He would probably be forced to kill anyone who figured out what he was. He probably didn't seem very social to Ruby, but then again, he never had a reason to be social in the first place.

Trey wondered how it was possible for him to be so.. boring. Of all the things he could have gotten being a werewolf, being interesting wasn't one of those attributes. He didn't really mind the people staring at him, since most rumors could easily be dispelled. He had heard of the rumors spread already, but he couldn't get rid of those. Those rumors had already circulated too much. He wondered what she was going to ask him, but decided not to pry. It would probably be best for the both of them.

He was a bit shocked by the suddenness of the school bell and it's loudness. His heightened senses were bombarded with noise, but he kept a slight smile on his face. He couldn't let on that it hurt a lot, or risk people asking questions. "Same here." He said this, remembering the class and how he considered it boring. He thought of every class in school boring, but he couldn't just skip school. HIm skipping school would be quite suspicious and get parole officers coming to his house. He didn't want the government prying into his life.