Chapter 1

Stiles woke up groggy as hell from staying up so late the night before. He went out with a guy named... he couldn't even remember his name. All he did remember about this guy was that he had a really nice ass and that he could dance way better than anyone he has ever danced with before.

He looked over at the clock beside his bed, realizing the he was going to be late, decided to just take his time getting ready.

He know his father wasn't home. His father was the sheriff and had either late or early shift, sometimes even both. So he never really saw his dad. His mother had passed away years ago when he was just a little kid and now he could barely remember her face.

As he slowly crawled out of bed, he felt that firmiliar pain in his lower back, knowing exactly how the night had tuened out. Smirking to himself, he went into the bathroom across the hall and took a nice long relaxing shower.

When Stiles got back to his room, he saw a black leather jacket lying on the floor that he hadn't seen before. At first he thought his dad might have gotten it for him, but as he picked it up he saw thay it was too big for it to be his. Setting it on his desk chair, he shrugged his shoulders thinking that the guy would most likely come back for it later.

As he got dressed in his usual garb, black torn skinnies and a tight band tee, he looked in the mirror on the back of his door and ruffled his hair to where it looked messy, but still hot. Picking up his bag he put on his red converse and headed out the door.

Stiles got into his crappy blue jeep and lit up a ciggarette and saw that it was almost lunch. Right when he was going to start up his car he saw a slip of paper tucked in his windsheild wipers. Getting out of the car he grabbed it and tucked it in his pocket to read it later.

He turned on his car and the radio came on in the middle of one of his favorite songs. It was Papa Roach's I Almost Told You That I Loved You. He raced down the road to school blasting the radio, hoping not to run into any speed traps. When he got there, the song was coming to an end and everyone was busy talking and gossiping in there groups.

When he parked and got out of his car he got a few glaires from some of the other kids that he passed. A couple guya called him "freak" and he juat gave them the finger, but other than that he was pretty much invissable to everyone. He liked that though. He didn't want to be around anyone ever sense a couple years ago when his best friend Scott went missing and was presumed dead. After that, everyone he looked at had pitty in there eyes. Eventually he got over it and just got angry.

Stiles shook his head not wanting to go down that road.

There was half an hour left of lunch and he went to the lacross field, near the forest, where he alwaya was during that time. As he sat on the fallen tree that he had carved to much into, he lit up another ciggarette inhaling the smoke and relaxing as he slowly let it out.

Suddenly he heard a russling from behind and he froze. Nobody ever came out here and he was wondering if that stupid lacross player, Jackson, was trying to play more tricks on him.

As he turned aeound ready to defend himself, with his pocket knife out and his fists in front of him, he saw a tall man with tanned skin and a little scruff on his chin and neck.

For a moment he thought he recognized the man but then he saw the scowl on the mans face. He looked more closely at the man and saw he was wearing a simple white botton down shirt and black slacks. For some odd reason he seamed firmiliar, but he just couldn't figure out why.

Stiles realized that he hadn't moved and that he was staring. He relaxed and descreatly put his knife away.

The man cleared his throat and walked closer. "What are you doing out here?"

Stiles, still smoking his ciggarette, stood there relaxed, and put on his signature smirk. "I'm out here lokking for the big bad wold isn't that obvious?" He said sarcasm dripping from his voice.

The man's glair turnes into something else, but before Stiles could figure it out it was gone. "Stiles get to class" the man said stirnely, and walked away twards the school.

Stiles just stood there shocked and confused. 'How the hell did he know my name?' But, before he could think on it too much he heard the bell ring signaling that class was starting