"Trouble caring about school."

"Ah, nothing is grabbing your attention?"

"Chemicals do things to other chemicals, making more chemicals. It's not really that exciting unless something blows up."

Nod. Damn, this is awkward. "What does grab your attention?"

"Not this conversation."

"Sure, sorry for taking up your time." He turns his attention back to the teacher.

Class is not very interesting at all without people to talk to!

One of the other triplets could try talking to someone!

The teacher breaks his chalk in anger. How sad.

"Alright, I think that's enough chemistry for one day. Everyone just talk amongst yourselves. I'm going to take some valium."

He sits down at his desk and stares at the ceiling.

Fenris looks at his choices and then blinks at Allison Argent. He quietly decides that no, he is not going to approach anyone of that family if he can help it. Lydia already has a decreased relationship with them...

...He goes with bored boy. "Is this typical for Chemistry classes in this school?" He whispers. "Also, my name is Fenris Bright."

"Hello, Fenris Bright. Like the wolf?"

"Yes, from Nordic mythology."

Fenris looks at him for a moment. "No, and I have yet to eat the sun. Also, I'm not typically the person that gets tied up."

He doesn't seem to have a snappy rejoinder.

Your relationship with Stiles has increased!

"Mr. Harris can be a dick, but he's usually not this spaced out. I'm not sure what it is."

"I've had my share of bad teachers, but openly saying that they are taking valium is a new one," he comments, "...his hands were trembling earlier."

"He's probably not on Valium."

Mr. Harris observes the class as you and Stiles begin to talk. Their conversation moves smoothly as Stiles becomes interested in this new student. What's his story, he wonders.

Fenris can't decide if this commentary is helpful or annoying. He decides it's both.

"So, have you always lived in Beacon Hills? I just moved in with my twins." Fenris waves at his brothers.

"Always. My dad's the Sheriff, so I get special access to all the cool stuff."

As you immediately recognize, Stiles does not have any access to "all the cool stuff" legally. What his dad hears, he overhears.

Fenris thinks loudly. Hey, Nemeton, are you capable of reading minds?

"I see, any cool stuff happened lately?"

"There's always a good crime scene here. We have some murders every year."

This is not news to Fenris. Any place with this amount of supernatural creatures is bound to be a statistical oddity with regards to murders and missing people.

The love game thing is entirely new though.

"And you keep tabs on all of them? Sounds... interesting." And potentially useful.

"Yeah, I'm a walking, talking calendar of crime over here."

There is one triplet who hasn't spoken to anyone yet. Do you have anyone in particular you'd like to approach?

Well, see, Dear Voice-in-our-Heads, everyone in this school is just too hot. And while he and his brothers are the hottest of them all. Trevor still feels paralyzed with the tyranny of choice. Finally, he decides to go with Scott. In part to experiment with this... whatever the fuck is this thing.

"Hello, I'm Trevor Bright and me and my brothers are new in town."

"...hey. I'm Scott."

Gosh, he is cute. "So, Scott, what should a trio of brothers new in town know about the place?"