Another day, another miserable class.

Struggling to pay attention, the reddish-brown haired teen, though he wasn't Irish in the least, rested his chin on the books before him. His brown eyes were dull, half-glazed over with boredom. His English teacher had been rambling for what seemed like hours about Shakespeare and interpreting the text into odd concepts like analogies and inner messages. He could care less. He was going into the sciences, more specifically medical science, and Shakespeare wasn't going to help him in the least.

He felt a small, wet ball smack him on the back of his neck and he glanced over his shoulder, glaring at the jocks snickering at him. He was no good at sports, being too small to even consider anything interesting. He was lousy at basketball. He wasn't big enough for football. He wasn't fast enough for track. Soccer was alright but not what he was interested in. Baseball was boring, though he was decent at it. Volleyball was even worse with the boredom factor. Chess was very fun but hardly considered a sport. Either way, the jocks didn't like him. A mutual feeling.

Levin peeled his gaze back onto his teacher, squeezing his eyes shut. If he had to listen to one more second of-
The bell finally rang.

The 17-year-old shoved his books in his backpack and was out of the classroom before the teacher even told them that he would see them Monday. If was finally over, that's all that mattered. That stupid, boring, useless class. Oh well, once he got into college, English would be the first thing on his 'never-gonna-take' list.

Striding out into the sunlight, he ignored the jeers he heard from behind him, quickly moving along. Having took his bike to school as he didn't feel like driving his old truck, he went over to the bike rack and pulled a ringful of keys. Fumbling for the right one, he finally located it and shoved it into the lock. He could hear his predators coming closer and closer, almost ready to pounce on their prey. Finally pulling the lock off, he shoved it in his backpack but it was too late. One of the jocks grabbed him from behind and jerked him around, sneering and snapping something in his face that didn't make any sense.

Thoroughly annoyed, Levin shoved the jock away from him, grabbed his bike and started off swiftly. He could hear a snapping 'Hey!' coming from behind him but he didn't care. Feeling satisfaction as he pedaled away, he curled around a corner with excellent balance and continued on home. He lived roughly a mile away on a, thankfully, flat ride. Having to climb a hill there or on the way home wouldn't be fun in the least.

Abandoning his bike in the garage, he headed into the house, greeting his parents as they smiled at him. His father went over and hugged his son while his mother gave him a soft kiss on the cheek.
"Mom, are you /sure/ you're gonna kiss me when I'm 50?" Levin purred to the wise woman, who nodded and kissed him again.
"Aaaack, overload of love!" the teen squirmed away and rushed up the stairs quick as he can. His father pursued for a moment until Levin finally entered his safest place: his room. He shoved the door closed and held it closed while his father pushed back in their goofy game.
"Alright, get to work on your homework, then we can do something /remotely/ interesting," his dad commented before heading down the stairs. Levin didn't let up on the door until he was sure his father was gone.

3 hours later, Levin was still stuck on that stupid math problem. Smacking his head on the desk for a moment, he growled softly in his throat. He'd get it eventually...well...in 5 more hours.
"You alright, son?" His dad poked his head into the room, causing the red head to look over at him.
"Noooo...I hate math at times..." he muttered before his dad wandered over and pointed out his problem. Feeling incredibly stupid, but also relieved, Levin hugged his dad and finished up his homework in no time.

2 hours later, Levin turned off his Xbox after playing Left 4 Dead with his usual team. Another American, a British gal and an Australian guy were his usual and they were fairly good at the game. Of course, Levin got his rear handed to him repeatedly by a tank on a particular level, annoying him to no end. Oh well, such is video games. Not getting undressed for bed, despite his parents' orders, he glanced out the window at the cloudy sky, the moon concealed by the thick water vapor. It was nearly midnight when he finally made his move.

Having crawled out the window, Levin wandered the streets, the air fairly chilly, despite it just being the start of spring. He had pulled on a sweatshirt before leaving so he wouldn't freeze his butt off, considering the shredded jeans he wore. It didn't take long for him to reach the beetle kill-ridden forest just outside of town. Disappearing into the growth, he went to his usual clearing, sat down and waited.

And waited.

And waited some more.

Levin was almost asleep by the time the clouds finally cleared, it was roughly 2 in the morning. He felt an immense surge of power as the moonlight shone it's gentle rays on the boy. Whipping off his good sweatshirt into the cool air, Levin wore a shredded shirt to match his pants, squeezing his brown eyes shut. When they flew open again, navy blue eyes were in place as the pain began. It was all he could do not to scream as he felt fur sprout all over his body, matching the color of his hair. Vicious claws curled from his fingernails, almost making him scream. He dropped onto all fours to help bear the pain, feeling his spine extend into a bushy tail.

Finally, after the few agonizing minutes were over, he threw back his muzzle and howled into the sky. He covered his mouth immediately afterwards with his paws, glancing around uneasily with ears twitching like mad. The lycan often refrained from howling like that, considering how close he was to town but the power he felt made him slip. His heart sank upon hearing the sound of familiar voices he hated. coming ever closer.
The jocks!

Pelting away and grabbing his sweatshirt in his powerful jaws, he tore away into the night, trying to find a good place to hide. Scrambling beneath some large bushes, he could only hope his red-tinged, brown fur wouldn't stand out. He barely caught sight of the jocks, all of them looking rather stared.

"Dude, /why/ are we out here!?" the smallest of the group whimpered like a baby.
"C'mon, I wanna catch a wolf for my girlfriend! I can take on a stupid dog! It's pelt'll be mine!" their 'leader' expressed his arrogance and belief he was invincible through his voice.

Almost immediately, Levin got the greatest idea. While the jock's back was turned, he slowly stood up out of the bushes, pinning back his ears and baring long, savage teeth. He had shot up at least a couple of feet, becoming strongly muscled, even more so than his opponent. He slowly walked forward, the jock's buddies unable to speak out of sheer terror. They were pointing and stuttering, staring at the massive canine.

"Dude, what's /wrong/ with you guys? What is it?" their leader was puzzled by their strange gestures. Unable to contain themselves, they turned and ran, screaming bloody murder. Confused, he turned around and stared into the face of a werewolf.

A massive roar escaped Levin's throat in the jock's face, watching as his enemy's face paled to whiter than snow. He opened his mouth stupidly to scream, stumbling back and falling over in his terror. Levin forced himself to not laugh and threw his head back into a ferocious howl. Finally, the jock found his voice, scrambled up and fled, screaming louder than his friends. Unable to contain himself, Levin pursued and chased the jerk out of the forest.

He wasn't even sure if they were out of earshot when he burst out laughing, rolling around in the grass due to the memories he would cherish forever.

Ohyes. Being a werewolf had it's advantages.