Author's Note: This story is centered on Stiles and Derek's relationship but it also centers on the pack. The 7 kids (including Danny) all attend a prestigious academy near Los Angeles for the performing arts. Stiles is the new student and the 6 others are all close friends. Derek is still The Alpha, Scott is a Beta, along with Lydia. Please review and tell me what you think. I don't own Teen Wolf or any music that is featured within this Fic.


Stiles walked up to the front desk of the main office in Los Angeles Academy of the Arts. The woman sitting behind the counter smiled as he walked up to her with his registration papers and check ready to pay for his books. The woman took the check and registration forms in exchange for his new class schedule.

"Thank you," he said as he walked into the bustling school hallways. As he turned a corner headed to his first class a large man ran into him. "I'm so sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going and it's my first day an-," Stiles looked at the man that was bent down to help him pick up his books. His face was well structured and his frame was chiseled.

He handed Stiles his newly received schedule after looking at it, "First period Chorus/Orchestra with Mr. Stein. I have that class too I can walk you there if you want?" Stiles couldn't respond and just nodded his head as if he were having an epileptic fit. The man just smiled at him and walked along with him towards the orchestra room people gawked as the two continued down the hallway.

When they reached the orchestra room Stiles walked over to the piano and sat down while the other teen stood in the doorway, "I'm Derek by the way, Derek Hale," He said.

Stiles turned around, "Stiles Stilinski."

Derek had walked into the restroom. When Stiles realized he was gone he started to play the piano and began to sing,

Robert's got a quick hand
He'll look around the room, he won't tell you his plan
He's got a rolled cigarette

Hanging out of his mouth, he's a cowboy kid
He found a six-shooter gun
In his dad's closet with in a box of fun things
I don't even know what
But he's coming for you, yeah he's coming for you

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet Oh-

Kids started to pile into the classroom noticing that someone was playing the piano and singing trying not to disturb the unbeknownst Stiles,
Daddy works a long day
He'll be coming home late and he's coming home late
And he's bringing me a surprise
'Cause dinner's in the kitchen and it's packed in ice
I've waited for a long time
Yeah the slight of my hand is now a quick pull-trigger
I reason with my cigarette
And say, "your hair's on fire, you must've lost your wits, yeah"

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet Oh-
La- La- La- La- La- La

La- La- La- La- La- La-

La- La- La- La- La- La- Oh-
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet Oh-Oh faster than my Bullet oh-

La- La- La- La- La

La- La- La- La- La- La-

La- La- La- La- La- La- La-Oh
Yeah faster than my Bullet

He finished playing as the thunderous applause echoed throughout the room. Stiles stood up from the piano, grabbed his books, "Sorry I was just uh- I was just testing it out," He said as, who Stiles assumed was Mr. Stein, walked up to the piano along with the rest of the class.

"That was a very good rendition of Pumped up Kicks by Foster the People," Mr. Stein said, "And what might your name be?"

"Stiles Stilinski sir and it was okay I went sharp a couple times I think," Stiles said shifting in his spot clearly uncomfortable.

"Well Mr. Stilinski it is a great pleasure to have a student as gifted as you in our midst. Class please make," He paused trying to remember his name, "Stiles feel at home here." Stiles walked to a seat in the front of the room pulling out a pad of paper ready to take notes on any work they were going to be doing.
"That was amazing, I'm Allison Argent," A hand was in front of him from a brunette that sat on his left.

"Stiles, it's nice to meet you," he said taking the hand in his own and shaking it firmly. His I heart BOYS bracelet sliding down his wrist. Allison giggled as he tried to hide it. "Don't bother nobody cares who you are here we're all accepting of each other," Allison said just before Derek came and sat down behind Stiles. "Crap I forgot a pen. Do you have one I could borrow All-," before he could finish his sentence Derek held his hand out with a pen in his fingertips. Stiles turned his head to Derek, "Thanks," he grabbed the pen and started writing notes on the lesson that Mr. Stein was teaching about Vivaldi and the cultural clash between then and the present day.

As the bell rang signaling the class was over Stiles stood up from his desk and turned around to face Derek, "Thanks for the pen it was useful," He said with a smile holding his hand out for Derek to retrieve his pen.
"No problem. I wouldn't have got as much use out of it as you," Derek said as he took the pen and stared at the white notebook filled with 4 pages of notes on the lesson, "Holy cow you must really love Vivaldi."

"Well he was one of the greatest Baroque composers during the Italian Renaissance," Stiles said a-matter-of-factly. Derek smiled and walked along with him and Allison to their next class.

"So what do you have next Stiles?" Allison asked him as they were walking down the hallway towards her locker which was right next to Stiles' and Derek's lockers.

"I have 12th grade Calculus," Stiles said.
"Ew Why?" Said an athletic blonde guy that was standing next to Allison and Derek and a newly add red head.

"Because it's the same in every country," Stiles said in response.
"Wow this kid is talented and deep," Allison said as the red head stuck her hand out for him to shake.

"Lydia Martin, I'm in your next class. The blonde dick is Jackson Whittemore," She said as they all closed their lockers after getting rid of their unneeded materials. Lydia looped her arm through Stiles' after kissing Jackson goodbye. As the two of them walked up stairs to get to their next class Lydia looked at Stiles, "So what's the deal with you and Derek," she asked. Stiles tripped and fell in response then jumped back up to his feet.

"Nothing, why do you ask?" he bit his lip waiting for a response as the two walked into their Calculus class and sat down in the front two seats.

"It's totally obvious that you like him. Make a move I know that you have a shot with him," She said pulling out a nailphile. As the teacher started giving his lecture Stiles realized he didn't have a pen.


I want to say that I love the way this is turning out it totally flowed out of my fingers unlike the last Teen Wolf Fic that I wrote Comatose it seemed like it was way to choppy this however seems really smooth I hope that you guys will enjoy this one way more love always and review!