Simon got changed quickly for practice so no homophobes would swirly him or worse. He sat in the players' box as his phone played his dad's ringtone, Leave Out All The Rest. He answered hesitantly, hoping his dad wanted to talk about the fact Percie and his mom was back.

"Simon, is what you texted me true?" His dad said, probably putting away books and Simon didn't answer. "Simon, if it's true, I don't care. You're still Simon Greenfield, my son." Simon took a deep breath.

"Yeah. It's true, dad. I accidently came out before homeroom and I wanted to text you before the school called or something," Simon listened the quiet thudding of books on shelves. "Did you know mom and Percie were coming back?" The thudding stopped and his dad breathed heavily.

"Your mother and sister are back?" Simon said nothing as the rest of the team left the locker room. "I'll talk to you later son. I'll find out about your mother and Priscilla." He hung up and Christian spotted Simon.

"Where you getting that juice, Greenfield?" Simon cocked an eyebrow that hopefully resembled Kernel's. "How did a fag like you make me go backwards like that?" Simon stood up, hands in his back pockets but the rest of the team stepped back.

"It's called gravity, Christian," Simon tapped his own shoulder. "I rammed into you with my shoulder while you were distracted. My added weight with yours and Kernel's knocked you back. Also, what did I say about calling people fag?" He took a step forward, hands out of his pockets in fists, making Christian step back. Their coach appeared before anything could happen.

"Greenfield, congrats on finally leaving the closet," Simon nodded, hands back in his pockets. "Greenfield's batting, Squalor, pitching. Let's go." Simon picked up a bat and got ready. Christian threw a curveball but Simon felt like he had all the time in the world as he hit the ball and ran a homerun. Everyone was gaping at him and someone behind them started clapping. Simon turned to see his mom.

"Nice to see my son has improved so much," Simon gripped the bat tightly. "Simon, can I talk to you please?" Simon shook his head, remembering waking up to no mom or sister. "Simon, I'm your mother-" Simon dropped the bat and stormed off.

"MY MOTHER LEFT THE SECOND YOU RAN OFF WITH MY UNCLE!" He looked at her, happy to see her pain. "YOU'RE JUST SOME FUCKING STRANGER WITH HER FACE!" Simon cried as he reached the changing room and could feel someone else's pain. He went to the showers and covered his mouth as the pain disappeared. A guy who sat behind him in Math, Peterson, was dead in the showers. "Shit," He ran right into Christian and the coach. "Peterson's in the showers...I think he's dead." Their coach went in and Christian looked sad.

"Greenfield, by Peterson...Do you mean the guy who raped Zoe?" Simon didn't answer and Christian shoved Simon but Simon stood his ground. "You murdered him, didn't you? Or did you watch as Zoe killed him or Corn or maybe the new guy?" Simon grabbed Christian's arm.

"I didn't do anything. Neither did my friends, including Kernel and Art," Simon shoved Christian away and looked at their coach as he walked back to them. "Coach, is he okay? Is he alive?"

"No, Greenfield, he's dead," Christian leaned against a locker while Simon just looked at his shoes. "Looks like that bite. Why does it just kill people? How did Peterson last so long? Anyway, the cops are on their way, practice is cancelled. Good work, Greenfield." Simon grabbed his bag and left the building without changing or putting his headphones on. It started to rain and a car pulled up beside him.

"Simon," Simon turned to see Art opening the passenger door. "Get in, you're going to get a cold," Simon got in, shivering. "Here," Art put a blanket around him. "My mom got a call that someone died in the locker rooms and I heard you play baseball so I was checking on you." Simon could see Peterson in his mind's eye.

"It wasn't a player," Simon blinked a couple of times before looking at Art. "It was the guy who raped Zoe...I think we just became suspects. You, me, Kernel and Zoe," Simon pushed his wet hair from his face. "Especially me since I found the body. Crap." Simon started to have a panic attack and Art pulled the car over.

"What's happening?" Simon shook his head, unable to breathe. "Panic attack?" He nodded and Art seemed to wince. "I'm going to do something to help, okay?" Art kissed Simon and Simon held his breath as he kissed back briefly. Art pulled away. "Better?" Simon nodded, blushing.

"Yeah, thanks," Simon awkwardly looked out the windshield. "I can walk from here...It's not raining as hard," Art locked the doors and Simon gave him a fake scared look. "Oh my God, you're kidnapping me. My dad can only pay in books." Art laughed, making Simon feel good.

"I'm driving you home, there's something going around biting and killing people. I'd rather not lose my date," They shared a nervous laugh as Simon gave general directions home. "Hey Simon...How would you feel if I kissed you not because you were having a panic attack?" Simon shrugged with a small smile.

"You could kiss me to find out," They parked outside Simon's house and Simon gave Art a grin. "I would probably be happy to be kissed by someone as attractive as you." Art kissed him again and for the first time that day, Simon was happy he accidently came out. There was a knock on the window and they pulled apart to see Simon's dad.

"Sorry to interrupt, I'm stuck in the driveway," Art smiled and drove forward, giving Simon's dad enough room to drive past. "Thanks. Don't enjoy yourself too much, boys." Simon wanted to disappear as his dad drove past them with a honk of his horn.

"I think I just died of parental embarrassment," Art awkwardly smiled at Simon. "Would you like to make out where there's no chance of parental embarrassment? I'd like to continue personally." Art smiled sadly.

"Unfortunately it's family night and I only give you a quick kiss before kicking you out of my car," Simon kissed Art quickly before opening the car door. "Bye Simon...I'll text you later." Simon smiled widely.

"Not if I text you first, bye," Simon got out of the car and closed the door. Simon waved goodbye as he reached his front door. Art drove away as Zoe appeared behind Simon, scaring. "Jesus, Zoe." Zoe crossed her arms.

"You got bit on Friday? You're the only survivor?" Simon didn't answer which seemed to be an answer to Zoe. "Do you know that you're a werewolf?" Simon blinked, unable to hide his surprise. "I'll call Kernel...We need to protect you from hunters especially since you just made out in a hunter's car seconds ago with his son." Simon knew shit just got real.