I'm back! Sorry it took so long to update, things got hectic all of a sudden but never fear, a new chapter is finally here! It's also a little bit longer than the last ones to make up for how long it took me to get it out. Thanks to everyone who's been reading and reviewing, you guys are fantaaaaastic! But I have to say, this is not my favorite chapter, I had a hard time writing it but I still hope you guys enjoy it!

And geez, last week's episode was something else. I had nightmares about that mummy for days afterwards. I'm literally yelling at my television screen throughout the whole episode, I was so loud that I'm surprised the neighbors didn't call the cops.

But yes, anyways, onto the next chapter!

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf. If I did Argale would be cannon.

"I still don't get it." Chris groaned, cracking his neck and stretching his arms.

"Come on, it's easy. Try again." Peter said.

"You're horrible." Chris groaned, dramatically flopping back against the stacked up work out mats that leaned against the wall behind them. The two were sitting on the floor in the gym's supply room, they were surrounded by treadmills, weights and every sort of ball imaginable with only a small space on the floor for the two of them to sit but they didn't care. It was the only place they were pretty sure they wouldn't be interrupted. Skipping class in the middle of the day was a serious offense after all, even if you were spending the time studying.

"You have to pick one. This presentation counts for a third of our semester grade." Peter smirked,

"I don't understand any of them. It's gibberish or something!"

"It's poetry, written in English."

"Shakespeare should not count as English. It should be classified as another language entirely."

"Then don't pick Shakespeare. You have a whole world of poems you can pick to memorize."

"Do you know what poem you're doing yet?"

"Of course."

"Well?"

"A Dream Within A Dream."

"I knew you were into Poe."

"Shut up. Do you want help or not?" He tried to keep his voice stern.

"You know I do."

"Then be quiet. Look through your book for poem ideas." Peter smirked. It was now late October and despite Peter's, often less than sincere attempts, he hadn't managed to shake Chris from his side. More than six weeks had gone by they first met and things had been surprisingly…okay. Life didn't suddenly become some perfect fantasy where all of his problems disappeared but having a companion, an actual friend, wasn't the deadly pit fall he expected it to be.

Chris was quiet for only a few minutes, "So there's a party tonight…"

"It's Halloween weekend, I'm sure there's a dozen parties." He rolled his eyes.

"Yeah well the last place I lived was a small town in the deep bible belt south. Most people didn't even celebrate Halloween, so for three years I set out a bowl of candy anyways and all my neighbors look at me like I was a heathen." Chris laughed and Peter shook his head. "So yeah, I'm looking forward to being able to properly celebrate Halloween again. So, party, do you think you want to go with me?"

"In case you haven't noticed I don't exactly like crowds and crowds don't exactly like me."

"So just to get this straight, no, you don't want to go with me?" Chris asked, sounding a bit put out. Peter paused and looked up at him, mouth hanging open a bit. No, he must have been imagining it…Chris wasn't asking that. Was he?

"I just don't like parties. I wasn't invited anyways, it'd be weird to just show up." He said suddenly feeling awkward. "Besides. I promised my sister I'd take her kids trick or treating." Why did this room suddenly feel so small?

"Oh. That sounds fun." Chris laughed. "I can only imagine you with children."

"Hey, I'm great with my nieces and nephew." Peter said indignantly.

"I'm sure you are." Chris smirked, "Grumpy, stoic you must be a real hit. The most fun I've ever seen you have is when you get to correct Miller in front of the whole class."

"I know how to have fun in other ways too."

"Oh? Prove it." Chris leaned towards him and Peter leaned back.

"What do you mean…?" He asked, his voice going up a few octaves, something that made Chris smile even wider. Yup, this room was definitely smaller than it was ten minutes ago. The walls must be closing in.

"What do you think I mean?" He asked quietly and this time Peter knew he wasn't imagining it when Chris' eyes flickered down to his lips. "I want…I want you to take me trick or treating with you…" he murmured, barely above a whisper.

"Wait. You want to do what?" Peter looked to him stunned.

Chris leaned back, smiling at him like nothing even happened. "I want to go trick or treating with you. Show me that you know how to have fun and don't actually torture children in your spare time."

"My nieces and nephew would eat you alive." Peter smirked, shaking his head.

"Aw, they can't be that bad."

"They're the reason I prefer silence. They never shut up, they're worse than you actually."

"Please, according to my dad no one is worse than me."

"Your dad's an idiot." Peter said plainly. "I've met at least…five people worse than you."

"My life has been redeemed." Chris said sarcastically.

"Hey! Who's in here?" The door to the supply room swung open without warning and their vice principal Mr. Takala looked inside it.

"No one's here." Peter said dryly, knowing that they were already caught.

"Get up, both of you. We have no tolerance for skipping classes. You're here to learn, not to goof off." Takala was probably the strictest person in the school.

"We were studying." Chris offered, sounding a bit more polite.

"During school hours you attend your classes. If you feel like you need extra studying you do it on your own time."

"Well that hardly seems fair does it?" Peter asked, standing up slowly, his voice low and angry. Mr. Takala had always been a bully, using his influence as vice principal to get kids and teachers to bend to his will. "You have all the power and we get no choice. You tell us where to go, when to be there and what to do. Five days a week we are trapped here and yet when we finally get free you expect us to bend to your will too and keep on doing the worthless work you assign us."

"I'm sorry you see things that way." Mr. Takala said, "Now lets go, my office now. Skipping class is a suspendable offense."

"Oh, how fucking genius. Your punishment for us skipping classes is to make us miss more class. I'm so proud of the geniuses that are supposedly teaching me and preparing me for life." Peter clapped slowly.

"Pete, stop it." Chris whispered to him.

"Yes Mr. Hale, listen to your friend." Mr. Takala said with a chip in his voice. "And watch your language."

"My language is what you have a problem with and not your hypocritical school system? You teach us nothing useful and only care about getting the test scores. Your teachers are either clueless or have their hands bound, forced to teach a politically slanted curriculum. It's laughable how much you think you know when in reality you're as ignorant as the rest."

"That is enough!" Mr. Takala snapped. "There are children in the world who would give up anything to get the opportunities you have."

"The opportunities I have? You've made it clear that I am nothing more than your slave. I am to follow your rules, do what you want and god forbid that I question the status quo. Don't you dare tell me that I'm lucky to be where I am, you have no idea who I am. To you I'm just another faceless, filthy teenager that your paycheck unfortunately relies on."

"I'm calling your parents."

"MY PARENTS ARE DEAD!" Peter barked furiously, his anger suddenly turning so dark and menacing that Mr. Takala took a step back, looking alarmed, reaching for the speaker at his waist to call for security. But unlike Mr. Takala who recoiled in fear Chris took a step forward, taking Peter's arm softly.

"Hey, calm down. Listen to my voice and hold onto it." He whispered, "Listen to me, just me, and ignore everything else."

Peter closed his eyes to hide the color change. "Go away Chris." He growled, he wasn't sure what he was more worried about, hurting Chris or having him see the truth about his condition. This was what he was worried about all along, he let himself get sucked into a friendship now only to have it ruined because he couldn't keep his stupid temper under control.

"I'm not going anywhere. You're my friend, friends don't leave each other." Chris said softly.

"Mr. Hale, Mr. Argent. Enough of this nonsense-" Mr. Takala started

"Will you shut up! You're not helping things!" This time it was Chris who snapped at him and Takala frowned, taking the walkie-talkie off of his belt and calling for school security.

"We don't have long before security gets here. I need you to chill out by then." Chris rubbed his hand up and down Peter's arm slowly. It was a soothing gesture, something that Peter's mother actually used to do. The claws that were beginning to erupt from his clenched fists started to slowly recede. "There we go."

Peter stiffened when Chris' hand slid down his arm and slipped into his hand before his claws completely disappeared. He expected Chris to recoil in shock or horror but instead he just squeezed his hand softly. Peter frowned confused, opening his eyes, which had luckily gone back to their natural, unglowing dark blue.

"Its okay." Chris said and Peter just stared him, not understanding how Chris could be so calm but before he could ask any questions two security walked into the room.

"Take them to the office now while I call their families." Mr. Takala said.

"We're going, we're going." Chris said, Peter letting go of his hand quickly. He stalked off, going towards the office as quickly as possible, not looking back but he could hear Chris' now familiar footsteps and the security following. When they got to the office he sat down in one of the chairs on the other side of Mr. Takala's desk. Chris sat beside him but neither of them said anything while Takala sat on the other side and called Talia and Chris' father to inform them of the suspension. He used words like disrespectful, inappropriate language and skipping class. All in all he made it sound like Chris and Peter were plotting to over throw the governments of the world instead of just skipping an easy class to study for a harder one.

"Your families will be here momentarily to pick you boys up." Mr. Takala said.

"I have a car you know. I could just drive myself home." Peter pointed out.

"You are minors. You're legally bound to attend school. If you don't your parents have to sign you out." Mr. Takala said simply and stood up, leaving the office to wait at the front of the school.

"What do you know…?" Peter asked Chris quietly once Takala was gone.

"I don't know what you mean." Chris shook his head.

"Yes you do. When I started to…when I started to loose control you knew exactly what to do. You talked me down, you made me focus on you instead of my anger and I know you felt my…my claws." Peter said softly, he wasn't used to talking about his condition outside of the house.

"I don't care what you are Peter. I care about who you are."

Peter swung his head around to look at Chris "So you do know?"

"Yeah. I do…"

"For how long?"

"I don't know. The first day. Not right away but by lunch time I had my suspicions then once I actually got you to tell me your name instead of just telling me to go away I knew for sure…the Hale pack is sort of well known in my family…"

"And you didn't think to tell me that you knew?" Peter snapped, feeling betrayed somehow.

"I didn't want you to know I knew just like you didn't want me to know in the first place!" Chris said frustrated.

"What is that even supposed to mean?"

"I liked hanging out with you. And I knew we couldn't be friends if you found out how I know that you're a…you know…"

"Yeah. How do you know?" Peter asked, finally realizing that this isn't just something an ordinary kid guesses and happens to be right about.

"What are you doing here?" he heard a new voice in the hallway.

"That's my sister." Peter groaned

"I should have known that it was one of your kind that got my boy into trouble."

"And that's my dad." Chris sighed.

"Why does my sister know your dad?" Peter asked

"It's nothing-" Chris started

"Why can't you just tell me the truth for once?" He snapped but for once it was more out of hurt than anger "I don't like being left out of the loop like this. You say you want to be my friend but then you go around and lie to me and yes, lying by omission counts. Real friends don't do things like that!" Peter yelled and stormed out of the office. He felt like an idiot for letting himself believe he could actually have a normal friendship for once. He walked out into the hallway and over to Talia who stood face to face with tall man who was already loosing some hair off of the top of his head but that didn't make him look any less threatening. He had wide eyes, crazy ones that reminded Peter of a rabid animal.

"There you are." Talia said, putting a hand on Peter's shoulder but didn't break eye contact with the man. "Lets go."

"Keep your brother away from my boy unless you want us to have a problem."

"It's your people that always create the problems Gerard. But welcome back to Beacon Hills all the same." Talia said coldly before leaving, the hand on Peter's should gripping so tightly that it almost hurt. She walked with him to the parking lot, stopping by her light blue mom van "Get in."

"I can drive myself home."

"You can pick up your car once your suspension is over. Get in." Talia growled and for once Peter was just too tired to argue with her. He climbed into the passenger seat and buckled up. "You were right. Beacon Hills isn't the right place for you anymore." She said simply.

"What do you mean?" Peter asked, staring out the window.

"I thought having you here would help keep the pack safe, make it stronger but instead you put us all in danger by making friends with a Hunter."

"A Hunter?" Peter turned to look at her. He had expected a lot of things but not that. Chris was goofy and kind, he didn't seem like the type who could come from the home of those cold hearted racists because in his eyes that's how Peter saw them, murdering racists. They decided that werewolves weren't as good as normal humans, that since they were different they must be feared and eradicated. And views like that just never seemed to correspond with Chris' behavior, especially since Chris just told him that he had known about Peter's lycanthropy since the beginning. If anything Chris had always seemed kinder, more understanding and more patient with his social inabilities than anyone else ever had.

"Didn't you ever hear his last name?" Talia asked frustrated "Of course he's a Hunter, his family name is just as well known as ours."

"I've heard his last name a handful of times but the Hunters left Beacon Hills years ago. Mom and Dad made it clear that they aren't welcome, I didn't think they'd be stupid enough to come back." Peter shrugged, to be honest he just never really thought about Chris' last name, maybe he should have…

"Mom and Dad aren't here anymore Pete. I told you that some people might want to take advantage of that. Hunters are those people. They moved back here just a couple months after the funeral. I've done my best to keep my distance from them but now…now you've gone and agitated them." She let out a sigh, stopping at a red light and pinching the bridge of her nose. "So I think you were right, you should go out and see the world. I'll sign off on whatever you want me to."

"So…essentially you're kicking me out because I made a friend, my first real friend, with someone who's family you disapprove of?" Peter asked slowly. "How antiquated."

"Peter. He's not really your friend. He's using you, probably on orders from his father but still, I have no doubt that he was instructed to get close to you." The light turned green and she started to drive again.

"No he wasn't." Peter said with more venom than even he expected. "I know Chris and yeah, maybe his family isn't the best but he is, he's a good guy…"

"That's why I'm letting you leave. I realized that you were right, you need to experience life outside of this family and this town. Then maybe you'd be more able to distinguish between those who have good intentions towards you and who have bad. That and if you're gone it might lessen Gerard Argent's anger." Talia parked in the driveway of the house. "Once your suspension is over I'll call the school and have them set up the exams to let you graduate early. And don't forget, your taking the kids out trick or treating tonight."

"Yeah. Thanks for the reminder." He said dryly, getting out of the car without another word and storming up to his room. He stayed there for the rest of the day and well into the evening, ignoring Talia's calls for dinner. He didn't understand why he was so upset, he was getting what he wanted, he was going to be able to travel the world. He was going to get out of boring, unsophisticated Beacon Hills…but some how the idea just didn't seem as exciting anymore.

A loud buzzing from his phone interrupted Peter's lamenting. He sighed and picked up his phone, looking at the new text message.

Still mad at me? –Chris

Peter sighed softly, hesitating only a moment before texting back a response I'm always mad at you. –Peter

He then got up and gathered Talia's children together, taking them outside for the town's trick or treating event.

Well there it is! I hope you liked this chapter better than I did. It's not my favorite but at the same time I don't hate it. I know the ending is a bit abrupt but that's sort of how I wanted it because well Peter's angry and confused, his whole demeanor is sort of abrupt and blunt right now.

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