DISCLAIMER!
I do not own Teen Wolf, most of the characters and all that jazz.
Rated M because language and who knows~.
The town is fictional so bear with me.
Also, I'm Spanish, so expect mistakes, errors and typos here and there and everywhere.
Enjoy!
AU. Stiles Stilinski is a freshman in RPU. His university life hasn't been exactly exciting up until now. He finds himself alone and lonely and he's having trouble making friends. Will everything remain grey and dull when a certain upperclassman decides to get Stiles involved in a world he never even knew existed?
PROLOGUE
Stiles had had a hard time convincing his father to let him go to university. It wasn't that he didn't want his son to have an education, but that meant that Stiles would have to move to Red Peak to study, where he could not watch over his every move. After several arguments, pleas and some tears, the boy got what he wanted and there he was. Red Peak University. A couple of weeks had already passed by and Stiles had to admit, it hadn't been what he had expected. Sure, he wasn't exactly the kind of guy who would go wild and party every day, but he had thought that he would have some friends by now. Everyone in his class seemed to ignore him and his roommate, one Scott McCall was always busy doing god-knows-what.
It was difficult to the point he wondered if one could become mute due to the lack of conversation. He refused to call home as much as his father wanted -his pride was at stake after all- and, when he did, he just lied and told him he was having the time of his life. He didn't know if it was his fault. Was he too independent? Was he the kind of guy that didn't seem interested in making friends? He didn't think so.
He glanced at his phone as the screen lit up. "Dad". He ignored the call again, not feeling in the mood to talk to him. The afternoon sunlight poured in through the window. He groaned. Such a nice day and he was missing it. If he had any friends he could go out and, you know, have fun. No use sulking about it he thought. He put the book he was reading in his backpack, plugged his headphones in his phone and went out.
It seemed like everyone had had the same idea. Many of the students were in the field that surrounded the campus. He sighed. Everyone was in a group doing all sorts of stuff he'd enjoy: idly chatting, singing, playing, drinking… Stiles pictured himself all alone, gloomy, his depressing grey aura sticking like a sore thumb in the colourful field. After a while, he noticed a nice spot under a tree where he could sit, relax, read a couple chapters of his book and forget about his boring life for a while.
He leaned his back against the trunk of the tree and began reading while soft music played in his headphones. The breeze felt nice on his skin and the natural lighting was definitely better than his lamp back at the dorm. It was, without a doubt, the best time he had had since he had arrived at the university. For once, he was able to sink into the story without thinking about anything else and he imagined himself as the hero in that medieval world he was reading about. Because being a wizard that could turn anyone who looked funny at him into a pig would be way too cool.
An hour went by and he didn't even notice, lost as he was in the story. The breeze was starting to get colder, but Stiles was too focused to care. Finally, a noise snapped him out of his fantasy world. It was a noise of something he had begun to feel unrelated to him. People talking. He couldn't help but try to listen to whatever they were saying through the music in his headphones, but it was impossible and, of course, he couldn't just take them off because that would be very blatant.
When he had set his mind in ignoring the strangers and resumed his reading, the noise intensified. They were closer, yes, but the conversation had become louder. Through the corner of his eye he could see the back of one of the guys. The other guy was shouting something and shoving the one who was closer to Stiles. The argument seemed very heated and he started considering leaving before a fight broke out but, before he could pack his things and get up a heavy weight fell on his legs.
'What the f-?' he muttered, his voice coarse from the lack of conversation. One of the guys laid on top of his legs with a confused look in his face. The other one had stormed off already.
'Sorry' Stiles just stared at him with his mouth half opened from the shock while he got up and started walking away. That was when Stiles noticed his book between his legs, the pages all crumpled.
'Sorry? You fall on top of me and all you have to say is "sorry"?' Stiles darted towards the boy, grabbing him by the wrist to make him turn around.
The guy frowned at him, his green eyes showing annoyance 'Yeah'. That was it for Stiles. He wanted to punch him but, after a quick glance at his muscular build he decided to keep using words. It would be nice to talk for a change, even if it was to deal with an asshole.
'And what do you have to say about this? Because I don't know any country where it's customary to destroy other people's things and leave like nothing' He angrily shoved the book to the other guy's chest, who looked at it in confusion. That was the first time Stiles took the time to properly analyse him. And boy, was he impressed. He had to be one of the best looking guys he had ever seen. He thought he had hit the jackpot with McCall as his roommate, but this one was definitely hotter. He was only a bit taller than Stiles but he seemed even bigger due to his muscular frame, which showed under the tight-fitting T-shirt he was wearing. And his face. Everything from his beard to his eyebrows screamed sexy to Stiles. If he wasn't an asshole I would try to ask him out. And fail, obviously.
'I'm sorry. I guess' Stiles groaned. His hotness didn't make him any less of a lost cause 'Look… I'll make you up for it, OK?' the smaller boy arched an eyebrow. That, he didn't expect.
'And how do you expect to do that? And how do you expect me to believe that, given that I don't even know who the fuck you are?' Stiles blurted, the annoyance growing inside of him.
'Derek' he simply said. This one must hate talking. 'Look, I'll give you my number and we can talk about how I'll repay you for this' he gave back the book with an apologetic look in his face. It looked as if, once the fight with his friend had left his mind, he was a little more centred in Stiles.
They exchanged numbers and then Derek left, looking for the guy he had been arguing with. Stiles stood there for a while, not really knowing what to do. Well he thought this WILL count as a date. To me, at least. He picked up his things and went back to the dorm.
Scott didn't go back to their room that night. Stiles was sure that he was out partying and doing all the things that he wished he was doing himself. He just laid there on his bed watching a chapter of the first procedural show he found in his laptop when his phone buzzed on the nightstand 'Urgh, dad I swear, you must be the most overprotect- Oh' He was genuinely surprised when the one that sent the message turned out not to be his father, but Derek. He hadn't talked to him since that afternoon and he really didn't expect Derek to start the conversation. It was a simple "Hey", but it brought a stupid smile to Stiles' face, who reprimanded himself for being that happy. He typed several things which he deleted before sending another "Hey". Yup, that should be cooler than anything else, duh.