Bad Teacher
Chapter 1: Meet Stiles
So the end of the school year has come again. The building to Beacon Hills High is empty except for the few teachers in the teacher's lounge.
"Well, it's been another great year here at BHS. Who can forget Ms. Blake's haunted classroom? Jenny, thank you." Mr. Deaton says. A woman with fair skin, big blue eyes, and long brunette locks smiles at the compliment.
"Oh Deaton it was my pleasure. I love the creepy crawlies." She giggled. A man in the back of the room snorts at the woman while rest of the faculty laughs at Ms. Blake's little joke.
"Or the wild success of the book drive for the LGBT club by Mr. Mahealani's class?" A tall, tan, broad-shouldered guy with jet black hair stands and waves.
"But now that summer has come again, it's time to say goodbye to not only another school year, but to a very valued member of this faculty." Deaton says as he looks towards someone in the room. "Mr. Stilinski can you come up here please?"
The crowd seems to clear as they all turn to look at the man the principal was referring to. Stiles Stilinski, mid-late 20's, handsome, tall and lean, pale skin littered with beauty marks, with an upturn to his nose, smiles shyly and walks up to the front of the classroom. He's sporting an elegant engagement ring (because come on, men can have engagement rings too). He's dressed more cosmopolitan than the other teachers.
"So you've been with us for about three years now, but you'll always be a part of the BHS family." He smiled at the teacher. Stiles adjusted his thick-rimmed glasses and smiled back at his principal. "Plus we happened to get you something. For you and that special guy in your life." Stiles blushed and took the card. His smile faltered a little.
"Wow a gift card to IHop. And- it's almost fifty bucks! Thanks so much." Stiles smiled his dazzling smiled at his peers.
"Is there anything you'd like to add?" Deaton asks.
"Well as you know I'm not too good at these things, but I'll be brief. Okay so as you all know before I got here I had a bit of a rough start. But I managed to come out of all that stronger than before. And even though I've been here for three years, I'm going to miss so much. Like my students for example."
Stiles remembers helping a crying Violet after duped her boyfriend Garrett. He listened as the girl went on about her relationship and even gave her advice.
"And of course this amazing faculty. I just wish I could've had more time with you guys, but between four classes and planning a wedding, as well as taking care of my guy. I was a bit occupied. But from the little I know about you, I know that the students are in good hands. I feel that even though I'm done teaching professionally, I feel that I can set an example without a blackboard." Everyone cheers at the end of his speech.
Later that day he packs up his room and heads down the hallway. He passes by Derek Hale. They lock eyes for a split second before Stiles turns his head and walks past him. Derek gives him a lost puppy look as he leaves. Once he's outside he sees a few burnouts smoking weed in a thicket on the outskirts of the school property. He shakes his head and walks over to them.
"Alright buddy, hand it over." He says sternly. The kids look scared but do as they're told. Stiles looks at the joint and rolls his eyes. "I was young too and I know there's more." The kid's shoulders sag in defeat and they hand over their stash. "Now this is a warning. I'll call the cops next time, you little delinquents. Now go" The kids immediately get the hell out of site. Stiles looks at the back with hungry eyes. He runs to his car, a gun-metal colored 2014 Hyundai Genesis Coup. He hopes in and lights the joint. As he takes a long drag, he looks into the mirror and nearly chokes!
"What the hell?!" He asks. There in the backseat is his son Liam. The kid looks at his father and rolls his eyes.
"Seriously, we aren't even out of the school parking lot yet," the teen says in annoyance. Stiles puts the joint out and lays his head on the steering wheel.
"Daddy needed something to calm his nerves." Stiles explained. Liam just huffs out an annoyed breath and climbs into the front seat.
"Yeah sure, can we go home now?" He asked. Stiles looked at his kid and grimaced. God he looked just like his dad when he looked all broody and dark.
"Yeah sure. We have to get ready for our tux fittings anyway." Stiles said as he put the car in reverse and flew out of the parking lot yelling an Adios, bitches in his wake.
Once Stiles and Liam returned to their home. It was a beautiful black and gray minimalistic house. It was over 3,198 square feet and had 4 bedrooms, 2 ½ baths and a two car garage. Stiles noticed that there was another car in the driveway.
"Hmm, Heather must be talking to Oliver about wedding details." Stiles said as he grabbed a box and handed it to Liam.
"Oliver always seemed shady to me." Liam said as he walked to the door. Stiles couldn't blame his son, Oliver did give him a bad feeling. But he pushed it down because Oliver was a great accountant. He shrugged off any doubt and went to open the door.
He walked in and put his box down along with Liam's. "Babe?" He called out.
"In here!" A meek voice called out. Heather was about 3 inches short than Stiles with blonde hair and beautiful eyes, and she sat on their big, white, suede couch in the living room. With Oliver and bags packed.
"Hey, sweetheart." He glanced at the bags and Oliver's smirk and suddenly felt cold. "What's going on, are we planning on a trip?" Heather looked a bit timid and stood up.
"No. Um, I don't know to say this but…" The Oliver stood up.
"She's leaving you." Stiles' eyebrows shot up past his hairline in a comedic fashion. Liam just stared at the two in the living room.
"Uh, Liam could you go to your room real quick?" Stiles asked. At first Liam seemed hesitant. He didn't want to leave his dad alone with them. But he reluctantly did anyway. He walked towards the stairs and looked back one final time. Stiles have him an encouraging nod and he walked upstairs. "What the hell, Heather?"
"Oliver said that you've spent a hell of a lot of money in the past few months." She said.
"Look I get it, I may seem like a gold-digger. But I'm not. Most of the things I buy are for us and my son. You know how much of a jerk his father is!" Heather let out a sigh.
"Look I've known you for years. I know who you really are. You are a good, kind-hearted person. But over the course of us dating you've changed." She said sadly. Okay so she had a bit of a point. But growing up in the Stilinski house was sometimes difficult. Especially with Stiles' mom dying, he's dad's drinking (he's better now, mainly because he wanted to give his kid and grandkid the best lives that he could), and then having a kid at 16. Yeah things were complicated. But just as Stiles was getting ready to explain things, Oliver put his arm around Heather. What a shocking new development. Liam was right to be suspicious of this asshole.
"Plus she needs a man with an actual job. I mean being a teacher is okay. But seriously, you quit your job thinking she was going to take care of you? Please." Oliver spat.
"First, no one was even talking to you, you Eichen House reject. Now Heather, I'll sign the pre-nup. You know I have no problem with that." Stiles pleaded. Heather looked unsure, but stood her ground.
"Stiles I can't do it anymore. It's over and I'd like for you to move out." Stiles was blown away. Sure he may have spent a lot of money over the time of their engagement. But like he said it was for him and Heather as well as his son, mostly. Nothing's wrong with that, right?
"I'm sure we can work it out." Stiles spoke, voice horse.
"We still be friends. I mean you know, like distant friends that just live in the same city. And Liam can totally keep all his video games. I don't mind, he's a great kid." She really tried to seem sincere. But Stiles knew better.
"Okay sure, but what about giving him two stable parents?"
"I'm sure his father will be more accommodating." She said. Stiles rolled his eyes. Liam's father, who shall not be named, is a cheating, lying, bastard. And Stiles hates him.
"No way in hell would I ever go back to him! He betrayed me, more than once. I couldn't do that to my son."
"Well you're not doing a good job now. I mean really Stiles, showing your kid that getting together with someone who makes a ton of money and can afford anything you wanted is not cool. That's like the main definition of the term gold-digger." Oliver responded. Stiles just glared daggers at the man.
"He's got a point Stiles. You can't tell me there isn't still a part of you that loves him." Heather said. Stiles just turns his head. "Just like I thought. Try working things out, if not for yourself, do it for your kid."
"Oh so you and Mr. Fancy can get together? How long has this been going on anyway?" Stiles asked vehemently. Heather shrunk back a bit, but Oliver soothed her.
"It's been a few weeks. But you would've known that if you'd pay more attention to Heather instead of her money." Stiles scoffed and went upstairs to get his kid. But before he could do that, he heard Oliver say, "I feel bad for the kid. He's got two fucked up parents." That set Stiles off and he punched Oliver in the nose.
"To hell with you both." Stiles said and headed upstairs. Sadly Liam never went to his room and heard the entire conversation.
"Alright, kiddo let's get out of here." He said as he walked past him.
"Nice punch Rocky. But where are we supposed to go? Are we going back to dad's or Uncle Scott's?" Stiles really couldn't answer that question. His life was just turned upside down.
"No we're going to an old enem-I mean friend's house." Stiles smiled.
A few hours later, a blonde-haired man opened the door to Stiles and his son. The guy smirked and gestured for them to come on in.
"It's been a while Stiles. I knew you were gonna fall flat on your face." The man laughed.
"Oh shut up, Theo." Stiles sneered at his ex and entered his apartment.
A/N: Okay so this is a new fic. But don't worry I'll be updating the others soon. This is my first Sterek fic. So be kind lol. I loved Bad Teacher and thought that Stiles would make an excellent Bad Teacher and we already know who his ex-lover is. Spoiler alert, he's tall, dark, and broody. But that comes in later. I've always loved the thought of Liam as Sterek's kid, so in here he is. This fic will be just like the movie, but with a few modifications. Read and Review and stick around for updates for Forever Night, Confessions of a Teenage Drama-King, and Charming Little Deceivers. XOXO ShadowBeauty.