Teen Wolf: My Simulation System

The next morning, sunlight slipped in through the blinds as Asher slowly sat up in bed, stretching his arms with a groan.

"Ugh… I feel great, but I feel like shit at the same time," he muttered, dragging a hand down his face.

His muscles felt heavier in the best way. Every movement had a new kind of strength behind it. The trait from the simulation had definitely worked its way into his body.

"I gotta get ready," he thought, getting out of bed and grabbing clothes for school.

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In English class, soft conversation filled the room while everyone waited for the teacher. Asher was leaning back in his seat, arms resting behind his head.

Stiles turned around with his usual grin. "Yo, Asher."

"What's up, Stiles?" Asher asked, relaxed.

"Coach is giving us our lines today. Positions for the season. You ready?"

Asher gave a calm nod. "I'm always ready. Besides, after what I showed at tryouts, I think I made an impression."

"Alright, confident. I like it," Stiles said. "Just don't go stealing my spot."

Asher smirked. "No promises."

Up ahead, Scott was talking to Allison, leaning slightly toward her with a quiet smile.

"Hey, Scott" Asher called out.

Scott turned in his seat. "Huh?"

"did what I tell you help a little?" Asher asked.

"Oh, about that. Let me get your number. We'll talk about it later." Scott said as he handed Asher his phone.

Asher nodded and took out his phone, and the two exchanged numbers.

Stiles raised a brow and pointed between them. "Hold on. Are we just passing numbers out now? I want in."

Asher handed over his phone. "Go for it."

Stiles grinned and added his contact too. "I better not be left out of whatever you two are doing…."

A moment later, the classroom door opened, and the teacher walked in holding a folder.

"Alright, class, settle down. I've got an announcement to make."

The chatter died down as everyone faced forward.

"We have another new student joining us today."

Students instantly began whispering again, heads turning, trying to peek at the door.

Asher leaned toward Stiles. "Two new students in the same week?"

Stiles shrugged. "Hey it's three including you man. But either way, I'm just hoping this one's not another dude."

Asher raised an eyebrow. "You got a problem with competition?"

"No, I just feel like we've reached our quota," Stiles replied quickly, keeping his tone playful.

The teacher stepped aside. "Alright, you can come in now."

The door opened, and a girl walked in. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a slick, low bun, and she had sharp blue eyes. She carried herself with calm confidence as she walked up to the front.

"Hi, my name is Sage Hollis. I just moved here from California."

Asher's eyes locked on her the moment she started talking. His chest tightened a little.

'Wait… she looks just like Betty Cooper. No, she doesn't just look like her. That is her. But she said her name is Sage. What the hell is going on?'

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Asher looked genuinely confused for a moment, still trying to wrap his head around Sage. She looked too familiar. But after a few seconds, he decided to just chalk it up to one of the mysteries that came with being reincarnated.

"Alright, Miss Hollis, please find your seat next to Mr. Cain," the teacher said, scanning the class list. "Mr. Cain, please raise your hand."

Asher lifted his hand casually and thought to himself, 'Is this fate? Or is my luck just that good?'

Sage looked over, noticed him, and made her way to the empty seat beside him. She sat down, placing her bag gently under her desk.

"Hello," she said with a polite smile.

"Hi," Asher replied, turning toward her a bit. "Name's Asher. You said your name was Sage, right?"

"Yes, Sage Hollis. Nice to meet you, Asher."

"Nice to meet you too," he said, leaning back in his seat again, hands behind his head. He glanced at her for a second. "Alright, I've got a question for you."

She tilted her head slightly. "Sure, what is it?"

"Does your dad not like you being around boys or having friends that are guys?"

She raised an eyebrow and let out a small laugh. "No, not really. Why do you ask?"

Asher smiled. "Because you're just too pretty. I'd imagine any dad would be at least a little overprotective."

Sage laughed softly and shook her head. "I'll take that as a compliment, then."

"It was definitely a compliment," Asher said, flashing a grin

She laughed a little before turning toward him. "Do you play sports, Asher?" she asked as she reached into her bag and pulled out a pencil.

"Yeah, I joined the lacrosse team yesterday," Asher said. "We're playing again today to figure out our lines."

"Lines?" Sage repeated, looking genuinely confused as she set her pencil down on the desk. "What's that mean?"

"Oh, right. My bad," Asher said, adjusting in his seat. "Lines are basically the positions we'll be playing for the season. There's the starters, the backups, and the bench. Coach uses scrimmages and drills to figure out where everyone fits."

"Got it," Sage nodded. "Thanks for explaining. I might stay after to watch, but I'll have to call my dad and check first."

"You could do that after this class," Asher said. "Or, if you want, you can text me and let me know. I can give you my number if that's cool."

"Yeah, that works," she said, smiling as she held out her hand.

Asher handed over his phone. She typed in her number, saved it, then handed it back.

"There. Now you'll know if I show up or not," she said with a small grin.

"Appreciate it," Asher said, then leaned back in his seat and finally turned his attention toward the front of the class.

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Later that afternoon on the lacrosse field, Asher stood near the benches in full gear. He adjusted his helmet and leaned slightly on his crosse stick while Stiles sat on the bench, pulling on his gloves.

"So what's your playstyle today, huh?" Stiles asked, tightening the strap on one glove. "You gonna spin through us or just truck everybody?"

Asher smirked. "I don't know. I'll just go with the flow… maybe both."

Right then, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out and answered.

"Hello?"

"Asher? It's me, Sage," her voice came through the speaker.

"Oh, hey. Did you find out if you could stay after school or not?"

"Yeah, I did. He said it was fine. I'll be at the field in like a minute or two," Sage said.

"Alright, I'm by the bleachers. You should see me as soon as you get here."

"Kay," she said, then hung up.

Asher slipped his phone back into his pocket.

Stiles looked up at him. "Second day and you're already out here getting calls from pretty girls? You and Scott are something else."

"Speaking of Scott," Asher said, glancing around the field. "Where is he? Last time I saw him was when we left class."

"He mentioned something about an emergency. Said he had to head to the locker room," Stiles replied as he finished adjusting his gloves.

"Oh, alright then."

Asher leaned his forearms on his crosse. "Stiles, I got a question for you."

"Yeah, what's up?" Stiles looked up with a raised brow.

"Would you rather be a werewolf or a vampire?"

Stiles narrowed his eyes a little. "Hmm… I have two counter questions."

"I'm listening," Asher said, a smirk creeping in.

"Can the vampire turn into a bat?" Stiles asked seriously. "And do wooden stakes actually work?"

"For the first one… no, what the hell? And for the second, think about it like this, anyone can die if you stab them with a wooden stake, so I don't get why it's a weakness."

Stiles rubbed his chin like he was pondering something deep. "You kinda have a point. Alright, one last question before I give you my answer."

Asher nodded, curious.

"Does the werewolf have full control over his powers right away?"

"No. Why would he? All werewolves need time to control their inner beast… I think," Asher added. He said it with confidence, but Stiles had started looking at him funny, so he threw in the last part casually.

"Okay, then I'd go with vampire," Stiles said, sitting back. "They just need to drink blood. Werewolves black out and go full monster mode. People end up dead."

"Alright, but I'm pretty sure vampires lose control too," Asher replied, raising a brow.

"Don't judge my choice. Besides, who wants to be a dog anyway?" Stiles said.

A vein visibly popped out on Asher's forehead. 'This motherfuc-' His thoughts were cut short when Sage's voice called out from the bleachers.

"Asher! I made it on time, right?" she asked as she jogged over with a slight smile.

"Yeah, the game doesn't start for another five minutes, I think." He glanced back at Stiles. "Hey, go check on Scott. It's about to start."

"Already on it," Stiles said as he jogged off toward the locker room.

Asher sat down on the bench while Sage stood in front of him, hands clasped behind her back in a relaxed, girly posture.

"So," she said with a playful tilt of her head, "how many goals do you think you'll score?"

Asher rested his elbow on his knee and placed his chin in his hand. "I don't know. Depends what we're playing to. Hopefully not ten. I don't feel like dragging the game out."

Sage grinned. "Okay, what if it's to five?"

"Then I'll probably score four or five points," he said, straight-faced.

Her brows raised slightly. "Hoh… so you're the confident type?"

"Nah," Asher replied. "I just know I'm good. Wait for the match to start. You'll see."

"Okay," she said with a curious tone, clearly interested in what he could do.

A minute passed before Stiles jogged back onto the field, with Scott walking beside him in full gear. As they reached the sideline, Coach Finstock blew his whistle and waved everyone into a huddle.

"Alright boys," Coach said as he scanned the group, "your seasons are gonna go great, good, or straight up garbage depending on what you do today. This is where we figure out who plays where, so don't hold back."

He paused and pointed at Asher and Jackson. "Also, I don't care how we split the teams, but Cain and Whittemore aren't playing on the same side. That would just be unfair."

Once the teams were sorted out, Asher ended up on the same team as Scott, while Stiles got stuck on Jackson's side. Everyone got into position as Coach grabbed his clipboard and stepped back.

"Alright boys, let's see some aggression. Not ballet dancing. Move!"

He blew the whistle, and the scrimmage began.

Scott was the first to react. He bolted forward like a missile, weaving past two defenders with ease. His speed caught everyone off guard. He launched a shot just over the goalie's shoulder, sending the ball straight into the net.

"That's one to zero! Good work, McCall!" Coach shouted.

Thirty seconds later, one of Asher's teammates won the face off and flipped the ball back to Scott again. Jackson closed in, fast and aggressive. But Scott faked high, dipped low, and zipped another shot into the left side of the goal.

"That's two to zero!" Coach yelled again, staring in disbelief. "God damn, when did McCall get this good?"

The teams reset, and this time Jackson was done playing passive. He charged right down the middle of the field, called for a pick, and shoved past Boyd like he was paper. He slammed his shoulder into Danny, muscled his way through, and fired a shot low into the corner of the goal.

"That's two to one! Good work, Jackson!" Coach called out.

Jackson smirked. "Told you I could carry this team."

Stiles whooped from midfield, already looking out of breath.

Next play, Asher stepped up for the face off. He won it clean, picked up the ball without hesitation, and took off. His acceleration was unreal. Within seconds he flew past midfield, past Greenberg, past everyone. A defender tried to stop him with a check, but Asher barely flinched and ran right through him like a freight train, dropping the kid flat on his back.

The sideline lit up with shouts and cheers, and Sage sat on the bleachers stunned.

Asher charged forward and, without slowing down, slammed the ball into the net mid stride.

"That's three to one! Keep it up, Cain!" Coach shouted.

"Fuck," Jackson muttered through gritted teeth.

The next play started with one of Asher's teammates scooping up the ground ball and tossing it his way. Asher was already moving. He cut behind the goal, switched the stick to his off hand, and fired a no look shot over his shoulder.

"That's four to one! Great work, Cain!"

Jackson's team started bickering. The cracks were showing.

On the next face off, Scott dropped his shoulder into Stiles and took possession again. He tossed it up to Asher, who caught it midair, spun as he landed, and shot forward. He blew past two defenders and scored with ease.

"That's five to one," Coach said, grinning from ear to ear.

Jackson looked like he was about to explode. He tried to take over completely, running solo plays, but nothing was working. He finally forced a shot through traffic, but Danny blocked it. Fast break. Asher was there for the rebound.

This time, he didn't even think about passing. He cut across the crease, faked high, watched the goalie bite, and bounced it low into the back of the net.

"That's six to one. Jackson's team, you need to get it together," Coach barked.

Sage's eyes were locked on Asher. 'He's actually good', she thought, surprised.

Game point.

Jackson's voice echoed across the field. "Double team him!"

Two defenders closed in on Asher, but it didn't matter. He got the ball near the 30 yard line and waited. Then he burst forward. He dodged the first defender, slipped right between the second and third, and dropped his shoulder into Jackson. Jackson stumbled back, almost falling.

Stiles tried to help, stepping in front of Asher.

Big mistake.

Asher juked so hard that Stiles lost his balance and landed on the turf with a grunt. Asher stepped past him, took one final step, and ripped the perfect shot into the back of the net.

Coach blew the whistle hard. "Alright boys, that's seven to one! Cain's team wins!"

He stepped forward, clapping his hands.

"Your teachers will give you all your positions tomorrow. Cain, McCall, Jackson… you're all first line. Good job."

With that, Coach turned and started walking off the field, still shaking his head in disbelief.

Asher took off his helmet and walked over to Sage, who was still sitting in the bleachers.

"So," he said, "How'd I do?"

Sage grinned. "Honestly? Great. I thought you were just talking big when you said you were good."

He laughed. "Why would I lie about something like that?"

"I don't know," she said teasing. "You've got that smug look. Figured you might've been full of it."

He smiled. "Rude."

She chuckled and stood up, grabbing her bag. "Anyway, I'm about to head out. I live like five blocks down."

"Wait, hold up," Asher said quickly. "You're not walking alone, are you?"

"I was planning on it," she said with a shrug, smiling casually.

"Yeah, no. Hold on, give me a few minutes. I'll walk you. That cool?"

Sage smiled again, softer this time. "I wouldn't mind. I'll wait."

"Alright, be right back." He jogged off toward the locker room.

About ten minutes later, he came walking back across the field. His hair was still damp from the quick shower, and he was adjusting his backpack over one shoulder.

"You ready?" he asked.

"Yep," she said, standing and slinging her bag over her shoulder.

They left the field together, walking side by side down the sidewalk, the sun setting low behind them. The conversation came easy, casual, and light. After fifteen minutes, they reached her house, a cozy place with trimmed hedges and a white fence. Her dad was already standing at the door, arms crossed, watching.

Asher stopped just in front of the gate. "Alright, Sage. See you tomorrow."

She smiled, stepping a little closer and giving him a side hug. "Alright, Ash. See you."

He blinked. "Ash? That's the nickname?"

"Yep," she said, a little smug.

He laughed, rubbing his chin dramatically. "Alright then, let me return the favor. I think I've got a few. Ready?"

"Oh no," she said, already laughing. "Go for it."

"Okay, we got SaySay, Gigi, Sagelet-"

She was already cringing and giggling. "Oh my god…"

"-and my personal favorite," he said, wiggling his eyebrows. "You ready for this?"

She nodded her head, bracing herself.

"Sagey Bear."

Sage groaned and covered her face, blushing just a little. "That's awful."

"It's adorable, admit it."

"I will not admit that."

He grinned. "I got more."

"Oh god. What else?"

"Okay, we got Sagey. Or… Lil Sage," he said, throwing up finger guns and striking a fake swag pose.

She doubled over laughing. "Okay, okay just give me Sagey. I'll take that one."

"Good choice," he said, still smirking.

She looked back toward the house. "Alright, I gotta go. My dad's still staring like a hawk."

"Fair enough," Asher said, backing away a few steps. "See you tomorrow, Sagey."

She rolled her eyes but smiled. "Bye, Ash."

He gave a wave and turned down the sidewalk, walking off as the front door creaked open behind her.

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Inside the Hollis house, Sage and her dad, Daren, sat in the living room on the couch. The TV was on, but muted.

"So," Daren said, glancing over at her. "Who's the boy?"

Sage groaned. "Oh, come on, Dad. Don't start."

"I'm not starting anything," he replied casually. "I just want to know his name. What he does. Maybe even where he lives."

"Dad!"

He chuckled, raising his hands. "I'm kidding. Sort of. Now go on, tell me."

Sage sighed but smiled. "His name's Asher. He plays lacrosse, made first line today, and he led his team to a seven to one win. He scored five points."

Daren nodded slowly. "Impressive. And what were you two talking about outside the gate? I thought I heard something about nicknames."

Her eyes widened. "Oh my god, how did you hear that?"

"I have ears, Sage."

Mortified, she stood up and covered her face. "Nope, I'm done. I'm going to my room." She turned and hurried upstairs.

As soon as she was out of sight, Daren's expression changed. The light in his eyes vanished, replaced with something cold and unreadable. His posture straightened, his jaw tightened.

Then, his eyes turned pitch black, every part of them.

He stared ahead in silence for a moment before speaking in a low emotionless voice.

"It seems like there are more werewolves walking around every day."

Then he paused.

"Maybe I'll have to pay this young werewolf a visit."