AN: This story is an AU of Stiles' freshman year at Beacon Hills High. In this story both Derek and Laura Hale are seniors. The Hale family is alive, this will be explained later in a chapter from Derek's perspective. There are werewolves, but at this point in the story no one outside of the Hale family is a werewolf. This is a Sterek story, it will most likely contain graphic sexual scenes occurring between two men, if such things offend you or make you uncomfortable you are under no obligation to read.

Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf or any of the characters or concepts from the televised series. I own a laptop, and an idea.

Enjoy!

Scott was staring off into space, or maybe not into space. Maybe he was staring at that girl, that one right there, standing next to Lydia Martin who was getting something out of her locker. Her soft silky strawberry blond hair was cascading down her back in a in a perfect flow of silky, soft, strawberry blond curls as her bright chiming laugh echoed through the hallways as she gifted the new girl with one of her perfect smiles.

Great now Stiles was getting distracted too, but can you really blame him? Cause Lydia Martin! You'd have to be dead to not get distracted by her… or gay… or a woman… or maybe even just really, really old.

That of course was completely irrelevant because Stiles was none of those things… especially not gay. Nope, not even a little bit gay. Stiles was all about the pussy – oh god he sounded like a frat boy – he wasn't the least bit interested in guys, especially not sexy, muscular, athletic guys with all their bulging muscles and their sexy, confident smiles.

Nope Stiles was not gay. Not in the slightest, not at all… maybe bisexual, just a little bit. Maybe like 0.01 percent, like 1.000000000001 on the Kinsey scale.

Again, that was beside the point, which was… Scott! Scott was ignoring him and staring at the girl standing beside Lydia. Stiles had never seen her before, he wondered if she was new, or maybe he'd just never noticed her because she was standing next to Lydia, and hello… Lydia! She was a goddess. Anyway, back to Scott. Scott was staring at the girl who was standing beside the goddess that was Lydia Martin instead of listening to Stiles talk, and that was just not allowed.

Scott was required by law to listen to any and all things that Stiles said, he should know, his father was the sheriff. So Scott staring at this girl was a vile infraction, beyond vile, it was practically a capital crime punishable with the death sentence.

Maybe if he'd at least been ignoring Stiles to stare at Lydia there would have been some leniency because again, Lydia. But no, Scott had the nerve to ignore him to stare at this other girl – who was admittedly quite pretty – when Lydia was standing right there beside her.

There were two things that would have been appropriate for Scott to be doing right at that moment: listening to Stiles, or staring at Lydia. Not, staring at this other random girl who dared to call attention away from Stiles' goddess.

Ok so Lydia wasn't technically Stiles' in the traditional sense, or any sense really, but the principle still stood.

So, Stiles decided to take the only course of action that seemed appropriate to him, he smacked Scott on the back of the head… hard.

"Ow!" Scott shouted snapping out of his trance, "What was that for?"

Stiles raised an eyebrow ignoring the way that all the heads in the hallway turned to look at them, "I was talking to you. You were staring at that insect who thinks herself worthy of being in Lydia's presence. That is not okay Scott."

"But Stiles look at her, she's so pretty… I bet she smells like strawberries," Scott Murmured dreamily as his eyes drifted inevitably back towards the girl.

Stiles sighed quietly before snapping his fingers obnoxiously in Scott's face drawing his attention back away from the girl, "Focus Scott, we were talking about how awesome this year is going to be, how high school is going to be different, better. We're going to rule this school!" Stiles finished his impassioned speech with a triumphant fist pump into the air; he'd seen it in a movie once. He thought it was pretty cool.

Scott met Stiles fist pump with an incredulous look, then raised him derisive snort, before he responded, "Stiles give it up. It's going to be exactly like middle school, just like middle school was exactly like elementary school. We're losers; we're always going to be losers. We should just accept it and move on with our lives."

Stiles was aghast. To hear Scott – his partner in crime, his best friend (really his only friend), The Robin to Stiles Batman – give up so easily was quite simply horrifying, "Don't be ridiculous Scott, we could stop being losers," Stiles paused for a moment to try to come up with a scenario in which he and Scott would become popular, "What if all of the popular people got trampled to death by a herd of rabid wildebeest, and because of the social hierarchy that dictates interactions between students in high school the next most popular people in school – us - automatically become popular."

Scott blew out a soft sigh in exasperation, "And that my friend is why we aren't popular."

"Because we're too smart to get trampled by a herd of wildebeest?" Stiles asked, honestly confused.

"No Stiles," Scott said exasperation clear in his voice, "because we're so fucking weird that that first strategy that either of us thinks of to become popular involves half the population of the school being trampled to death. Also for us to actually 'be the next most popular people in school' there would only be like five other students in the school."

"Fair enough, I would be too busy mourning Lydia's death to be popular anyway," Stiles replied as Scott reached into his locker and picked up the text book that he been reaching for when he got distracted by the girl standing beside Lydia, "but come on, there's got to be something we can do . Things need to be different this year. Things are going to be different this year."

Scott just rolled his eyes, "Whatever Stiles," he said slamming his locker door, "Come on, let's go find your locker so we don't end up late for our first day."

Stiles surveyed the hallway quickly, when he found his locker (# 172) he felt his eyes drawn inexorably to the right, "Dear sweet merciful Jesus," Stiles whimpered, "it's right beside Lydia's."

Scott sighed softly as he listened to Stiles beginning to hyperventilate. Hoping to avoid a full on panic attack Scott started trying to talk him down, "Breathe Stiles, you're ok, everything is ok. She's just another human being; we are from the same species."

Stiles snapped out of his approaching panic and found himself immediately in an indignant rage, "How dare you? Sacrilege! Lydia Martin is a goddess and nothing less. To suggest anything else is slander, a crime against nature. You sir, have condemned yourself to a slow painful death at the hands of the vilest members of mankind, followed by eternal torment in whichever version of the afterlife…"

Stiles trailed off when he saw Scott staring at him silently with his entire face oozing exasperation. Then he noticed that that entire hallway had gone completely silent after his rant. He glanced around himself to see that everyone in the hallway staring at him; some in open mouthed shock, some with pitying looks, and others with contemptuous sneers.

Right when things were reaching peak levels of awkward – as all action in the hallway had stopped at Stiles outburst – that lovely young woman who was still standing beside Lydia leaned forward and whispered something, much too quietly for Stiles to hear into Lydia's ear.

Lydia's beautiful, wonderful, perfect laugh burst out of her chest shattering the awkward silence. The world unfroze, time restarted, and the chatter of random high school students filled the halls once more.

Stiles threw a grateful smile at the girl who was still standing beside Lydia right in front of Stiles' locker, thankful that she had helped him avoid a complete disaster. Still grinning at the girl Stiles sauntered over to them. So far so good, he thought to himself, but the he started talking, "Good morning my sweet! My princess! My angel! My goddess! My sweet angelic divine princess! You are looking particularly glorious and resplendent today."

Lydia rolled her eyes, then turned and walked away.

"Okay, I'll see you later Lydia. I love you! You're perfect! Don't ever change!" Stiles shouted after her departing form.

Then he turned to Scott, "I think we're making real progress in our relationship! She actually waited for me to finish talking before she walked away this time!" Scott snorted, and Stiles was about to smack him upside the head when he was interrupted by a short burst of laughter behind him.

He turned to find the girl who'd been standing beside Lydia this whole time stifling her laughter behind her hand, "God , I'm sorry, but your just so…"

"I suppose I am," Stiles responded, "No need to apologise, I'm glad at least someone seems to appreciate me. I'm Stiles, and this little puppy drooling over top of my shoulder is Scott."

She smiled, and Stiles took note of the interested look that she gave Scott over Stiles' shoulder, that could certainly turnout to be interesting, "I'm Allison. It's nice to meet you both."

Then there was a shout from down the hall, "Allison hurry up, we're going to be late," Stiles took a moment to marvel at the power of Lydia's lungs, and so missed Allison saying goodbye as she turned and walked away with Scott trailing after he like the puppy Stiles had accused him of being. When Stiles turned back to find Scott and Allison gone he blinked in confusion for moment, then turned to his locker with a shrug.

Just as Stiles was reaching to undo his lock he was slammed face first into his locker by Lydia's boyfriend Jackson who sneered, "Loser," over his should as he stalked down the hall after his girlfriend. The late bell rang just as Stiles slammed his locker door shut.

Stiles had a headache for the rest of the day, and a big red mark in the middle of his forehead, but it didn't even matter because this year was going to be different.

AN: I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. If you have feedback let me know in a review.