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Wolves on Campus	By : Need2ScreamNow Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Avenged Sevenfold Views: 2274 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own or know the members of Avenged Sevenfold. I'm making no profit from this and this is all fiction. None of this ever happened.

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His foot tapped the floor nervously, he had never been in a classroom before and it was a little intimidating. The bright fluorescent lights overhead bleached color from the worn gray-blue carpet. He was also acutely aware of the four students around him that knew exactly who he was. They were trying to be discreet and if Zack had been totally human he would’ve been oblivious to their excited whispers but his keen ears picked up on their quiet voices easily.

“Holy fuck, Zacky Vengeance is in our classroom dude!”

“What’s he doin’ here? Do you think the others are outside?”

“Do you think we can ask him for an autograph?”

“I’m not gonna be able to take this test dude, this is the coolest day of my life!”

The excited whispers continued and he tried to look calm and nonchalant as if this wasn’t any different from any test he’d ever taken before. He wished Johnny was in the classroom with him, the hyper little wolf was a great distraction.

A teacher finally walked in to the room, fifteen minutes late, with a manila envelope, “Sorry, traffic got me.” He hastily explained, “All right, everyone needs a number two pencil. We’ll be doing the essay first, you’ll have forty-five minutes. Anything not written on the lined paper will not be counted.” He quickly handed out the booklets and scantron sheets for the rest of the test.

“You may start your test now. No talking please.” He wrote the time on the blackboard and then the finish time beneath it. Zack looked over the question and tried to cover an excited giggle as a cough and started writing.

He was in his wolf form running around the house tossing his favorite squeaky toy around when Matt got back from his test. He ran and pounced on his mate at full speed yipping excitedly. Matt snorted and caught him easily, “What has gotten into you?” he laughed. He leaned against the door and scratched behind his ears. Zack shifted and kissed him hard on the lips, his legs wrapped easily around Matt’s slim waist. Matt smiled and opened his mouth and Zack gladly deepened the kiss.

When their lips finally separated Zack playfully nipped at Matt’s neck. Matt was panting lightly and Zack could smell the spicy/sweet aroma of arousal thickening on his skin.

“What has you all excited?” he asked roughly. Zack deliberately turned his playful nips into gentle bites along his sensitive neck and down do his shoulder. He lifted his head and brushed his lips across Matt’s jaw, “Test was easier than I thought it’d be.” He mumbled between kisses. Matt’s eyes slid shut and Zack tightened his legs around his waist bringing their bodies closer together. Matt’s dark eyes opened again, “I told you not to worry about it.” He murmured huskily. Zack giggled, “My essay question was: How Was the Harlem Renaissance Important to America?” He snickered again and Matt snorted, “I hope to the gods you got a good grade on that.”

Harlem 1923

“C’mon Zack, this guy fills up clubs fast.” Matt urged gently. He was standing next to the door, sharply dressed in a black pinstripe suit with a navy blue tie. Zack was in a simple black suit and a forest green undershirt that Matt said set his eyes off beautifully. He grabbed his jacket off the back of a chair and slid past Matt with an ‘are you coming or not?’ look. Matt smiled and followed his young mate out the door. The rest of the pack was in the dingy hallway waiting impatiently.

“Finally. You take longer than a woman Zack.” Brian grumbled he was in a pinstripe as well but with a sharp black fedora on his head. The green-eyed wolf gave him a quick peck on the cheek and giggled, “Then let’s go dahhhling.” He said in his falsetto. Johnny snickered and bounced up next to him, he was in a suit similar to Zack’s but with a crimson undershirt. He too had a fedora on his head, cocked at an angle to obscure part of his face. Matt laughed and pressed a kiss to the back of Zack’s neck, “Don’t get him angry before we even get there.” He whispered loud enough for Brian to hear. Brian growled and smacked Matt on the back.

They were staying at a rundown apartment complex in Harlem, the neighborhood was not ideal for the socially elite but it worked for them. They were rarely in the cramped place anyway. The moon was rising high in the sky, though her half face was mostly obscured by the thick cloud of smog hanging over the city. Shots, sirens, and brakes echoed through the air; the night sounds of the big city.

“Where are we going?” Zack dropped back and asked Matt. Johnny and Jimmy took the lead, Jimmy stayed up front mostly to keep an eye on his hyperactive mate. Matt smiled, “A new guy in town, his name’s Duke Ellington.” He said. Brian wasn’t as grouchy anymore, “He’s got a little band, but I’ll bet it gets bigger.” He said enthusiastically. Brian loved Jazz; Harlem was his personal promised land.

As they got closer to the main drag the somber sounds of gunshots were replaced with raucous cheers and low soulful voices from the many clubs. They found the Cotton Club and already the line was twisting out onto the sidewalk. The place was usually pretty busy but very few clubs had a line in the street on a Tuesday night; this Duke guy had to be pretty good.

They were some of the last to get a table in the smoky club before the bouncers announced they were at capacity. They were in the back, obscured by shadows waiting for the stage lights to dim. Zack looked over the patrons, and found most of them looking their little group over. He sighed in a resigned manner and leaned back more into the dark, they would probably have trouble later. Though there were more and more fairer skinned people coming to the clubs they were still a fairly uncommon sight. Some of the other patrons were ‘protective’ of their clubs. They’d gotten into a fight the week before, he was doubtful anyone knew the little ruffian was missing. Still, they would have to move again soon.

The lights dimmed and a loud applause rippled through the club. Zack sat back and contented himself with the present. Whatever happened after the show would happen and they could choose their course of action from there.

They left the club buzzing excitedly about the young musician and his band. The people that had been giving off the unpleasant vibes had thankfully left them in peace.
They were nearly back to their apartment building when the hair on the back of Zack’s rose. He slowed his pace and strained his nose, eyes, and ears for whatever had upset him. His pack, always aware of their Alphas’ moods, slowed and quieted as well.

“What is it angel?” Matt murmured. Zack sneezed to clear his nose and then took a deep breath, “I don’t know. I don’t smell anything, hear anything, and I don’t see anything but I feel like we’re in trouble.” He whispered. He came to a stop and looked around a moment; there were two thugs on the other side of the street looking them over but he ignored them. He lifted his lip in a silent snarl and turned down a dark alley walking quickly. Their night vision wasn’t anything like an owl’s but it was better than a human’s. Zack easily stepped around and over puddles and other filth in the alley before he stopped again and began to strip down.

No one questioned him, but followed his lead and quickly got out of their clothes and shifted. Once they were all on four legs Zack slunk out of the alley and looked around cautiously, the unsettled feeling was strong as ever in him and he growled quietly. Matt gently nuzzled his shoulder and stepped forward. Zack gladly let the older and more experienced wolf take the lead. Matt turned and, sticking to the shadows, started to run back to the center of town.

They were nearing the area of town they had just been at when Zack caught the scent of a Hunter. He snarled, scaring two people on the other side of the street, and took a sharp right around a building. Matt’s hindquarters almost went out from beneath him when he scrambled to follow his mate. The rest of the pack, just as confused, sprinted after the quick red and white wolf.

He didn’t really know where he was going, but the scent of the Hunter faded as he ran on so he continued to weave in and out of the streets until the air was clear. He slowed his sprint to a slow trot and after going down a few more streets he stopped. They were in the more glamorous part of town; women walked the streets in expensive silk dresses from Paris arm in arm with men who wore solid gold pocket watches. The restaurants employed chefs only from Italy and France and you needed a loan to eat anywhere.

“Any reason we are running all over the city?” Brian panted. Zack sniffed the air and smelled only over priced food and faint traces of perfume, “I smelled Hunters.” He said simply. Brian’s annoyance lessoned and he nodded.

“They’ll find where we’ve been staying soon enough.” Matt said, “Do we need anything from the apartment?”

The four shook their heads. Matt nodded, “Then let’s move.” He turned and started to shift when Brian screamed and fell to the ground. He shifted rapidly from human to wolf and back again snarling and screaming in pain. Zack dropped to his knees next to him and grabbed him and held him still.

His eyes were glazed with pain and he continued to whimper and squirm. A bullet ricocheted off the ground next to him. Zack snarled and grabbed the wounded wolf by the shoulders and dragged him further into the darkness of the alley. James easily took the struggling wolf from him and Matt pressed close to his side, “Where are they Zack?” he whispered tersely. Zack looked around helplessly, “I smell nothing Matt.” He whimpered. Matt snarled when another bullet pinged off the wall above them. Brian screamed again but the sound was muffled by James’ hand.

“He’s been shot,” the gray wolf said calmly, “silver bullet. I don’t see an exit wound.”

He heard a sharp rip and another of Brian’s muffled screams and then the alley was filled with the stink of infected blood.

“We know you’re there.” A low male voice called. “Come out now and we’ll make your deaths as painless as possible.”

“They don’t know where we are.” Zack whispered, “They’re not real Hunters.”

“Hired hands.” Matt growled. He shifted and Zack followed. They stuck to the shadows and circled wide. James and Brian wouldn’t be able to fight, but Johnny was a fierce little warrior. If any of the Hunter’s lap dogs wandered close enough they would be greeted with death.

They circled wide and found the three thugs squinting into the shadows, the fools had their backs to the streetlights. Zack looked them over once; run of the mill thugs, nothing special. He readied himself for a leap; they would be easy to kill.

Present Day

Zack and Johnny raced each other home; they had been at the park with their pack playing Frisbee. Brian, Matt, and Jimmy strolled along behind them talking calmly about a song Jimmy was writing.

Zack tore through the neighbor’s yard kicking up grass and dirt and finally came to a sliding halt in front of their mailbox. Johnny yipped and jumped around excitedly while Zack wrestled the door to the box open. The door finally screeched open and Zack grabbed the numerous envelopes and dragged them out and scattered them on the ground.
It had been three weeks since they had taken their tests and sent their results to various schools. Zack barked happily and pounced on a particularly thick envelope.

“Zack, what the hell?” Matt laughed, he and Jimmy picked up the other scattered envelopes and Brian snorted. Zack kept his envelope firmly between his paws; Matt gently swatted his furry behind with the stack of envelopes in his hand, “C’mon Tweedle Dee, you can’t open the letter until you have fingers.” He said. He reached down and slid the envelope out from under his paws. Zack barked once and ran to the door where Johnny was already waiting impatiently.

As soon as they were inside Zack and Johnny were human again. Zack and Johnny grabbed their respective envelopes out of Matt’s hand and tore it open. Johnny leaned against Zack and they quickly unfolded their letters. Zack let out a small wolf of excitement and he could feel Johnny almost vibrating with enthusiasm.

“Are you gonna keep us guessing or are you gonna read it?” Brian asked nonchalantly as he looked over his own letter.

“We’ve been accepted to Gable Woods.” Johnny said excitedly. Zack nodded and handed the letter to Matt before he shifted back to his four paws and ran into the bedroom to get some clothes.

He returned after only a minute and pressed against Matt’s back and wrapped his arms around his slim waist while he talked to the pack. “Okay, according to the letter we have to go to some orientation in three weeks; we need to make sure we’ve got a bullet proof story because the press is going to be all over this.”

“We should probably think of what we want to major in.” Jimmy said, “No biochemistry.” He added looking at Johnny. Johnny pouted and then brightened, “Theoretical physics then?” he said eagerly, “or biology? Do they have nuclear physics?”

“No.” Matt and Jimmy said at the same time. Zack stifled a giggle against Matt’s shoulder when the little wolf started to pout.

“Think we could pull of a history major?” Brian said looking at Matt with a wry smile. Matt smiled, “I was thinking Roman history.”

“Is that cheating?” Zack snickered. Matt’s calloused hands rested gently on his and he leaned his head back with a small laugh, “I wonder how they teach those courses though…”

“Forget it Sanders, pick something else. You’ll either get thrown into the loony bin or blow our cover sky high.” Brian said rolling his eyes. Matt rolled his head forward and cocked an eyebrow at Brian, “I’ve heard the mental institutes they have today are a lot more comfortable than they were.”

“You would know.” Brian replied flippantly.

1893 Danvers State Insane Asylum (Matt’s POV)

He kicked the door with all the strength he had and the heavy steel shuddered and dented, but it wasn’t even close to enough. He snarled angrily and kicked it again. Another pea sized dent. He needed a new plan. He was three stories up; if he could get the bars off the window he could jump. The fall wouldn’t kill him, but it would probably fracture, if not break, some important bones and he still needed to out run the security. He looked down at the straight jacket he’d easily slipped out of hours ago and then at the thin sheets on his bed. A linen rope could work, at least get him far enough down the side of the building so he could drop safely.

His keen ears picked up three agitated voices getting closer to his door.

“He’s become increasingly violent. We need to sedate him and perform the surgery as soon as possible.” A male voice said angrily.

“We need to diagnose him before we perform any kind of surgery.” Said another, calmer, voice.

“He was diagnosed as soon as we brought him in. Psychosis. He growls and bites like a wild animal. Not to mention he was found wandering the woods naked. He’s lost all touch with reason.” The third barked, “We’ll get him sedated and do the surgery and see if we can contact any family.”

Matt snarled and backed to a corner of the room, he knew the third voice. It was the blasted Hunter that had tried to kill him. He had been trying to find good hunting territory while Brian recovered from a bout of rabies he had picked up from a raccoon and the bastard had cornered him between a sheer ledge and a silver blade. He had chosen the silver; the Hunter was skilled and had inflicted a nearly mortal wound to his abdomen. Sick and dizzy with pain he had stumbled to a farm house and collapsed. When the farmer and his sons had found him he had been so consumed with pain he couldn’t remember if he was human or wolf; so instead of asking for help he had defaulted to his animal side and, like the doctor said, growled and bitten. Now he was stuck, Gods knew where, in an asylum with no way to contact his pack.

The small window on the door was uncovered and the Hunter’s shrewd brown eyes peeked in. Matt decided he was screwed as it was and let loose a bone chilling snarl. He heard the shocked gasps from the other two men and then the Hunter’s angry voice, “He’s slipped out of the jacket. Go get some orderlies.” He barked. Then there was a pair of feet running away from the door.

Matt ran and threw himself at the door; the metal quivered and the sound of the impact echoed through the silent hall. He stumbled back and saw a much larger dent in the door, but still it was nothing. He could throw himself against the door all day and it wouldn’t do anything but tire him and make him sore. He went to the bed and tore the sheets off then grabbed the flimsy frame and jammed the door with it.

He jumped up and grabbed the bars on the window and braced his feet against the wall and started to work the bars loose. Heavy footsteps came running to the door.

“He’s got the door jammed.” The Hunter raged. One of the bars started to give. He dropped to the floor and went back over to the door and wedged the bed more securely as the burly orderlies tried to force it open. He went back to the window and grabbed the loose bar with both hands and started to pull again. If he got one bar out he could slip through in his wolf form. The bed frame screeched across the floor as the door started to open. He was going to have to risk the fractures and breaks or this Hunter would have a knife through his heart in the next hour.

The bar finally came loose and he fell to the floor in a heap, he quickly recovered and tore the thin pants and shirt they had dressed him in off, shifted and leaped through the tiny gap in the window as the door was wrenched all the way open.

The feeling of flying was not something he liked, especially since he knew the landing was going to hurt like hell. The only good thing about the impending landing was that he was directly over some nice green grass instead of the hard concrete of the sidewalk. On a split second decision he shifted to his human form and hit the ground like a ton of bricks. The impact made his teeth rattle and his legs tingled and burned. He shifted back to his wolf form and took off across the grounds. He had to get into the woods and disappear quickly. Hunters never hunted alone, since the Hunter that had wounded him was working as a doctor the rest of his troupe was probably posing as other doctors and guards.

His abdomen burned like fire, the deep wound was still seeping blood and his long strides were opening it more. He pushed himself to run faster, once he was in the trees he could limp. Shouts started coming from his left, guards and orderlies were spilling out of the building and running around looking for a naked man. The Hunters were easy to spot, the slunk quietly away from the group and took off after him without a sound.
He hit the tree line and kept going. He couldn’t lead them directly back to his pack but he had to get back to them quickly before they decided to come out and look for him. He made a hard right and tore through a thick patch of brambles, the long thorns snagged his stinging wound and a yelp of pain squeaked out of him before he could stop it. He stumbled and rolled end over end and came to a stop. The sound of humans crashing through the underbrush was loud and far too close for comfort. He struggled to his feet and stumbled forward, the smell of water was close.

He found a shallow creek soon, the sounds of pursuit weren’t as loud but they were much more methodical. He stumbled into the cool water and collapsed. The water would cleanse any remaining silver from the wound and the coolness was much welcomed. He lay there for a moment to gather his strength and then pushed himself up and moved deeper into the thick brush.

The moon’s face was high in the sky when he limped into a clearing. The wound had healed little during the day with his constant movement but with the moon’s rising the pain had lessoned. The grasses brushed the top of his muzzle; so long as he stayed low the Hunter’s wouldn’t find him. Thankfully the moon was only a quarter her strength so his movement wouldn’t be too noticeable. He dropped to his belly and began creeping through the grass; once he made it to the other side of the clearing he only had another mile of woods then he would be at the mountains.

There was no way the Hunter’s were equipped to deal with the rugged terrain and the touchy weather of the peaks. The problem was getting there. The Hunter’s knew their limits as well as he did, they probably had some kind of gauntlet set up for him.

He moved cautiously through the grass, his ears strained for any unnatural sound in the environment, his nose quivered but caught only the scent of an old rabbit’s den and a badger. Something was wrong. This was too easy; the wind was blowing toward him so he should have been able to smell any person in front of him. He stopped his slow crawl and tried to puzzle out what the Hunters were doing.

He didn’t think they had enough time to run back to the asylum and get cold weather gear, if they even had any, and even then he was certain they wouldn’t completely abandon his trail with as injured as he was. There might have been a roaming band of Hunters they could have called on; they would be well equipped to deal with the cold weather. If that were the case the mountains could prove to be more dangerous than the low lands. Then again, they might have learned to just cover their scents, he could be sitting at the mouth of a gauntlet that he knew he wouldn’t survive.

He lifted his lips in a silent snarl as indecision plagued him. The wolf in him warned that sitting still too long was just as deadly as running headlong into a trap. He made up his mind to move forward. He kept his senses on full alert and carefully moved through the grass to the tree line. No silver weapons came flying out of the darkness but he didn’t really take that as a good thing.

The last quarter mile to the mountains was mostly open space. A few scraggly trees dotted the landscape, clinging to life in the rocky ground, but they would offer little protection. He took a deep breath and darted into the open. From the darkness behind him silver arrows whispered through the air and tore up the ground around him. He stayed low and zigzagged as much as possible hoping his black coat would be a harder target to hit in the darkness.

It took him half a week to struggle over the mountains. His wound was still sore but slowly beginning to close. He was still going to have to ask Brian or James to stitch it. Now that he was over the mountains he had to back track in the low lands to get back to his pack. He stared at the looming forest in front of him and picked up his weary paws and started to run again.

He wasn’t sure how long he ran, for most of the time the wolf guided his actions, he was only half conscious of the pain in his side and in his paws. His mind was fuzzy and there was a constant ache in his stomach from lack of sufficient food and water.

Distantly he realized he wasn’t running anymore; there was warmth on his face, and a sharp pain coming from his side. His human mind surfaced and the tired wolf retreated to the darkness to sleep. He was still in his wolf form, his body too tired to shift; Zack knelt in front of him softly calling his name, Johnny’s warm tongue ran over his cheek again, and Brian or James was poking at the slash in his side. He whimpered quietly and let his knees give out under him. Zack caught him and his words blurred together as he slipped into sleep.

He woke up suddenly from a dream he couldn’t remember. He sat up stiffly and fell back when his side protested. A warm arm wrapped around his chest and Zack’s sharp wintry scent filled his nose and his warm lips pressed against his neck.

“Don’t move fool. What the hell have you done to yourself this time?” Brian growled. Matt leaned down and pressed his lips to Zack’s forehead and then turned and looked at Brian, “Are the rabies still making you crazy or are you just pissier than usual this morning?” Matt countered irritably. Brian bared his teeth, but a soft growl from Zack made him back off, “He’s worried, like the rest of us.” He whispered. Matt closed his eyes, he was still exhausted but the pack had to move. He didn’t think for a moment the Hunters would give up on the chase because he had crossed the mountains.

“We need to go. The Hunters will be here soon enough.” He sighed after a moment. Zack kissed his cheek, “You won’t be going anywhere wolf or man.” He murmured. His warm hands gently grabbed his shoulders and tried to pull him down again. Matt resisted him, though his knife wound lashed out at him painfully for doing so, and tried to stand.

“Idiot, stay down you’re hurt enough.” Brian snapped. Another set of hands joined Zack’s and together they were able to push him down again. Matt looked up and glared at James. The gray wolf was unruffled, “You were barely conscious when you stumbled your way to us. I don’t think you could manage to shift if you wanted to.” He said quietly.

“You’re not the only Alpha,” Brian said a little less grouchily, “We’ve moved a fair distance from where we were camped.”

“Zack moved us as soon as we saw you and even with Brian’s incessant whining we made it to the shore line.” James explained with a small growl from Brian. Matt was certain he could feel Zack’s blush with his cheek pressed against his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around Zack’s waist and pulled him close and kissed him gently on the forehead. A bright green eye looked up at him happily and Matt gladly relaxed knowing his little mate would keep them safe while he slept.

Present Day—Freshmen Orientation at Gable Woods (Zack’s POV)

The campus was even more amazing in person than it was on the computer screen. The sidewalks were bricked and wound around the campus like massive red snakes warming themselves in the sun. Driving in to the campus he saw tennis courts ringed with pine trees, a massive commuter lot sprinkled with some kind of deciduous trees and bushes, and a red bricked and concrete dormitory that stood at least seven stories. There was lush green grass everywhere, young trees and some older ones as well littered the campus. The grounds keepers were out in force taking out the dying summer flowers and putting in bright and youthful fall ones.

“It’s pretty at least.” Brian said sleepily from the passenger seat. Matt was driving and usually Zack would be by his side but he and Johnny were in the back talking excitedly about what the orientation might cover and if they would get to run around the campus later and what classes they wanted to take. Jimmy, forever next to Johnny mostly ignored them and watched the scenery flash by the window.

Gable woods had literally been built in the middle of a cornfield. Originally it had been a teacher’s college with one four story dorm and two buildings for classes. Over the years more buildings and dorms had been added and a small town had grown up around the campus. Now there were several neighborhoods with cheap housing and rent for students, there was and elementary and middle school within walking distance of each other and the campus but traffic was light on the main road.

The small town of Elkhart where the university resided was full of twenty-four hour pancake houses, gas stations, fast food joints, car washes, bars, liquor stores, tattoo parlors, and a super Wal-Mart. Zack didn’t think he saw anyone over the age of thirty as they drove through.

Matt pulled into the commuter lot and found a spot close to the back, “Alright you two, you need to control yourselves. No barking, drooling, or howling.” He said turning around in his seat and ruffling Zack’s hair. Zack giggled and playfully snapped at his hand.

“No biting either.” Matt said rolling his eyes. Zack opened the door and bounced out of the car with Johnny close behind, “Brian’s the one that snaps at everyone.” The young wolf giggled. Brian scowled at him.

“Children behave.” Matt said exasperatedly. Zack snickered and slid to his mate’s side and pressed his cheek against his shoulder. “Yes love.” He murmured. Matt’s arm slipped around his waist for a moment then they separated and began looking for the Student Center.

Turned out that they had parked on the wrong side of the campus, the student center building was at the north end; they had parked in the south commuter lot. They were some of the last to reach the building and get into the auditorium. Their lateness wasn’t a problem though; they had to get into different lines to get their information.
The auditorium was lit from above by eighty watt light bulbs, it was almost too dark. There were tables set up near the doors and a sign that asked for everyone to get into the correct line based on their last name. Zack was in the A-G line and Brian was a few feet away in the H-N line and Matt, Jimmy, and Johnny were on the other side of the auditorium in the O-Z line.

Behind the tables was a makeshift curtain made of dark green cloth, the six or seven students working the tables work crisp white polos that made the green look almost black in contrast. The students rarely looked up from the computers in front of them, but when they did they smiled politely and handed people their bags and put a bracelet on the incoming student.

Zack shook his hair down in front of his face, as people began whispering. Not as many recognized them as he thought would but there were still a dozen kids in the lines that knew them. The parents looked them over warily; they were obviously not fresh out of high school, and tried to keep their excited children a little closer. He glanced over at Brian and saw the older wolf smirking at one of the girls at the front; she blushed and quickly turned around. Brian looked over at Zack and the alpha snorted and rolled his eyes.

He finally made it to the front of the line, the girl didn’t recognize him and he was thankful, “Hi, I need your student I.D. number.” She chirped. Zack gave her a blank stare, “What’s that?” he tried to think of a number but only came up with his social security. The girl was unfazed, he obviously wasn’t the first one to be confused, “Your student I.D. number was in your acceptance letter, it’s a six digit number that acts sort of like a second social security number. The campus uses it to identify you and you can use it for all sorts of other things; logging into the internet, checking out books from the library, returning books at the end of the semester.” She paused in her spiel and gave him another smile. Zack finally figured out what she was talking about, there had been a number, but he hadn’t really looked at it…

“I think it’s, 084376.” He said after a moment. The girl typed the numbers in, “Are you Zachary James Baker?” she asked. Zack nodded in relief, “Yeah that’s me.”

“M’kay,” she printed off a wristband and quickly began putting things in a bag, “you are in the purple group so you’ll go over to the left side of the auditorium.” She pointed to the left, “There’s a girl, her name is Samantha, she’ll be your group leader. She’s wearing a purple shirt. This is your Welcome Week kit.” She held up a small booklet, “This has all the activities and times in it. This,” she held up a plastic card, “is you meal card. You get $3.75 for breakfast, $6.90 for lunch, and $7.90 for dinner; you just give this to the cashier and they’ll cash you out.” She stopped and handed him his bag, he was staring at her blankly again, “Don’t worry,” she laughed, “they’ll explain everything once you get split into your groups, it’s a lot easier than I make it sound.” She gave him a reassuring smile and he returned it weakly.

He all but ran over to where Matt and Brian were waiting for Jimmy and Johnny, “What group are you?” he asked, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to do this alone. It had been exciting when Johnny and Matt were next to him but the prospect of wandering off with a group of strangers made him want to run back to the car and hide.

“Yellow.” Brian said holding up his wristband, there was a large yellow smiley face sticker on the bottom, Matt snorted, “Well at least part of you has a smile on it.”

Brian elbowed him. Zack reached over and grabbed his mate’s wrist and flipped the bracelet around; he had a green sticker. Matt pulled him close, “It’ll be alright Zachary, beside, you don’t know what group Johnny and Jimmy got.” He whispered. Zack nodded but still didn’t feel any better.

Johnny’s excitement was just as subdued as Zack’s when he and Jimmy finally walked over. Jimmy held his wrist up; a red sticker. Johnny held his up too; a purple sticker. Zack mostly held back his yip of excitement, but the sound still lightly echoed around the open space. He pounced on Johnny and the two were once again wiggling happily.

“Gods will you two control yourselves?” Brian sighed as they walked around the curtain. A few of the people gave them curious looks but most had already dismissed the sound. Zack blushed a furious red and hid behind Matt until Johnny pulled him over to their group.

A/N: Sorry about the long wait for updates but I decided halfway through this chapter that I was going to write this one a bit differently than I did Wolf and Man so I had to rewrite some things. It’s all figured out now and I have four pages written for the next chapter, so, HAPPY NEW YEAR!! ^_^
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