Chapter One

Stiles hated mornings. His Mom died early in the morning. Morning meant getting up, and going to school. School meant he had to smile, and act like he gave a fuck. The only redeeming quality about high school was Derek Hale.

Derek was literally the hottest guy to exist on the face of the Earth. With lemongrass eyes, scruff, and muscles all over, but a total nerd. He always wore huge black glasses, in Stiles' opinion it totally added to the hotness.

Stiles was (not in his opinion) a punk. He wore ratty chucks, and leather gloves (and sometimes pants, but whatever), he sneaked around, and got his first tattoo (it's a triskelion on his lower back...yeah he got a tramp stamp, but whatever), and wore plaid flannel shirts over his band shirts. Sometimes he smoked weed (hey it was Scott's idea). He had a reputation for mischief, but he almost never got in trouble (his dad's the Sheriff).

He knew he had no chance with Derek. He was on route to Harvard, and Stiles was headed to juvie if he got caught doing anything again. Stiles made good grades, and everyone loved him, but he didn't really give a shit about school.

He hopped in his beat up old Jeep twenty minutes after school started, and headed to Beacon Hills High. Beacon Hills, California was a small county not far from L.A. It had everything someone needed to survive, and a few extra things.

Stiles had lots of friends, Scott McCall was his best friend. Scott was dopey, and awkward, but still girls (and sometimes guys) fell to his feet. Lydia Martin was the most intelligent person (next to maybe Derek) he knew, he'd had a huge crush on her for years, but she was always with Aiden now, and he realized he was bi. Allison Argent was Scott's girlfriend, she was really hot and totally sweet (he aunt Kate was crazy, but Allison was nothing like her), Danny (Stiles refused to even try to pronounce his last name) was the only completely gay guy in their group, and he was awesome. Danny's boyfriend Ethan was okay (Aiden and he were twins, and they were both a little weird, but they fit perfectly in their group), Erica was Stiles' best girlfriend, she was the Catwoman to his Batman. Vernon Boyd (everyone called him Boyd) was really quiet, but he was a little shit when he did talk, he and Erica used to date, but now he was dating Derek's younger sister Cora. Issac Lahey was an adorable, curly haired guy, and a total slut (he'd slept with Erica, Scott, Danny, and Stiles), Malia Tate was a little crazy, but in a totally good way she'd only integrated into their group recently.

He finally got to school, grabbed his skateboard, and rode inside. He had Chemistry first block, with Harris, who sucked cock (well not literally), and hated Stiles. He had the class with Scott, Derek, Erica, and Lydia so at least it wasn't completely terrible.

"It's nice of you to join us, Mr. Stilinski. This is your fourth tardy, you have detention today after school." Harris said the moment he entered the room.

"Bullshit." Stiles said

"What was that." Harris said challenging him

"Bullshit, Harris. This is only the second time I've been late to you're class." Stiles argued

"Cursing, insubordinate, tardy. You're working on a week of detention, Mr. Stilinski." Harris said motioning Stiles to sit down.

"Whatever, asshole." Stiles took his seat next to Erica who looked at him, and then leaned in and whispered.

"What's up your ass today, Stilinski."

"Nothing Reyes, just didn't sleep well." Stiles said

Erica looked worried for a second, and then shrugged it off. Stiles pulled his sketchpad out of his bag, and started shading the picture of Derek he'd been drawing for about three days.

"You should just tell him you're totally obsessed with him." Erica said looking at his drawing.

"No, he's straight dude, that just ruin my ability to drool over him when he never speaks or looks at me again." Stiles said.

"How do you know he's not just as obsessed with you as you are with him."

"Ms. Reyes, would you like to share with the class what you are so rudely interrupting my class for." Harris said at the front of the class.

"Actually yes I would, Mr. Harris. You see Stiles here has a- ow." Stiles kicked her.

Harris went back to the lesson when Erica didn't continue.

Stiles turned around, and looked at Derek, and winked. Derek rolled his eyes, and went back to being a good student, taking notes, and paying attention.

Stiles went back to drawing. About fifteen minutes later he was interrupted by Harris who was standing in front of him huffing.

"Mr. Stilinski if you would so kindly pay attention. I don't care that you have a perfect grade in here you are distracting everyone else with your humming." Harris said turning on his heel and continuing with his lesson.

Stiles glared at all his friends who were snickering.\

"Were you humming John Legend." Scott said holding in laughter.

Luckily the bell rang, Stiles packed up, and ran to his next class. History with Mr. Yukimura. He had a daughter named Kira that was also in their group, but she was really shy, so Stiles didn't know very much about her.

"Stiles, STILES." he heard someone yell down the hall. He turned and saw Derek walking toward him.

"You left this back in class." Derek said as he handed Stiles his favorite pen.

"Thanks Der." Stiles said blushing.

"God, don't call me that. Laura calls me that when she wants something." Derek said pushing his glasses up on the bridge of his nose.

"Sorry...hey Derek do you wanna come over tonight...the wolf pack is having a movie night at my house. No clue what we're going to watch. I mean you don't have to come, but it'd be awesome if you did." Stiles said. He had started calling his group of friends the wolf pack after Harris had referred to them as an "insolent pack of mongrels" freshmen year. It'd stuck.

"Sure, as long as Cora and Boyd promise not to make out." Derek shivered as he imagined it.

"I'm sure we can convince them." Stiles said bumping his shoulder with Derek's.

"I gotta run, see you tonight Stiles." Derek said taking off in the opposite direction.

Stiles had a problem. He hadn't actually told anyone else that he was having a movie night tonight.