Summary: There just had to be something wrong with Derek's hearing, because he just heard someone say that he'll have a roommate for the rest of this year. Oh, and that's gonna be somebody annoying. As if that alone wasn't enough, they're practically putting him under house arrest!

But in the end, who'd have known that one god damned teenage clack-box would change him that much?

AU=no werewolves; Derek older than Stiles.

WARNING: Will contain strong language and a lot of smut. (The whole reason it's rated M!)

Chapter 1

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Introducing (part 1)

'Ahh... New school year, more newbies to teach the order at this school.' Derek smirked to himself at the thought as he walked to the entrance. Just him standing there made everybody either run or turn their backs and hide in whichever locker or dumpster they found unoccupied. 'Good. They already know the basics.' While wearing a death glare, he enjoyed his slow stroll through the hall. Anybody who looked at him ran as fast as possible with fear, to Derek's amusement. Letting the corners of his mouth turn a little tiny bit upwards with – shockingly enough – no evil intentions, he made his way to his classroom.

Not that he wanted to be early for class, he just had a little thing that he wouldn't miss for the world. Making only one stop at his locker to take a rucksack and going straight to the already full classroom.

Twisting the door knob and opening the door, a bucket of paint started splashing as there was heard laughter and cheering from only two people; either brave or stupid enough that dared do that. After it stopped splashing, he received endlessly surprised stares by his classmates.

Derek Wicklear was completely dry and clean, not a drop of paint on him. Now stepping over the puddle, he searched the room for the culprit. Or better said culprits.

Two faces were unseen in reality, so they were freshmen. How did he know that? Well, that's for a later discussion.

"Funny." Only one word said and they erupted into laughing again, leaning onto each other so they wouldn't fall over. "Who put the prank up?" His gaze went from one to the other painfully slowly, eyeing them.

Both brown eyes and dark hair, one longer curly, the other almost completely shaved, pretty much both the same height, hiding smiles that could not be hidden from Derek, thanks to their dimples.

He asked again, this time practically each word being a new sentence. "Who put the prank up?"

The shaved one stepped forward. "That, good sir, would be me," he said and mockingly bowed while letting out a smirk that annoyed the fuck out of Derek. "Name's Stilinski, but call me Stiles."

"Oh, cute. Some papa and mama's boy thinks he knows how to prank."

"Sorry. Didn't picture you as a mama's boy. What do you think, Scott?" Sending a brief look at his friend before looking back at Derek with the 'what-are-you-going-to-say-now' look.

"No, definitely not. How about that cute little obedient brother?" the other boy, Scott McCall, joined in the conversation as well, standing beside his friend, Stiles.

"Nah, he ain't cute, neither is little the term I'd use, not to mention the obedient part. Maybe a nephew kinda guy?" Stiles chatted, now looking at his friend, not paying attention to Derek.

Scott shrugged. "Nah ... Just doesn't ... Feel right, ya know," he said, now fully overlooking Derek, like he wasn't even there.

Derek was getting tired of their rambling, being ignored of his very existence, even though he was right in front of them. The worst part is, they got even louder – from almost a whisper to half screaming in a snap. And if they don't shut up soon, their bones will snap. It's like they knew family talk was especially a painful topic. Not for Derek, but for the person he was talking with, of course. It made him less impatient.

And not having much patience to begin with, Derek was lost in less than a minute of their rambling.

He growled. Derek actually growled. But it got their attention, so it was worth the weirded out looks he would take care of later.

"Listen to me, little brats." No other way to say it, Derek began spitting out the words. "I don't care about your names, don't care what you are. What I do care about is your wannabe pranking. I'm the top dog here, not you. So, take this as a warning. Next time you decide to play a trick on me, you will live a long and painful death."

Scott and Stiles were serious now, thinking about his words. But right before Derek was ready to take a seat, they erupted in laughter. Again.

"That's what he was! I can't believe we didn't think of it!" Scott spoke of it like it was the most obvious thing.

And apparently, it wouldn't do justice if Stiles didn't join in as well. "He's the family pet! Ugh, finally figured it out!" he said and let out a groan before resting his arm on Scott's shoulder and walking away, saying something Derek hadn't quite heard as they walked out.

As they left, Derek's emotions were mixed. He looked bored on the outside, but inside, he felt relieved of finally getting rid of them, proud his classmates were hidden under their desks after his small outburst, angry that he was ignored and deep inside that muscled body of his, there was a hint of sadness that was never to be shown.

When the bell rang, he was surprised that much time had passed. He sat down next to the window in the back row, getting lost in his world as he watched white clouds pass and change on the light blue sky, not really thinking about anything, just observing.

Derek hadn't paid much attention to the teacher when he was asked why not pay attention, he simply shrugged, saying "I'll start listening to you – the teacher – when you actually start teaching," so he was left alone unbothered the rest of the day, much to his liking.

You'd think his day would be a bit more exciting, but it wasn't. He only had one class together with the two people he actually tolerated, and even that was the last one and it just had to be with the teacher Derek disliked the most.

Why was life so difficult sometimes? And as if seven hours of complete boredom weren't enough, there was still something he had to do before he was freed of school for the day.

Because same as last year, Derek was forced to go to the school counselor for 'guidance'. Or better said, sitting for an hour in front of an old hag and listening to her nonsense. Always the same thing: "You should open up ... This is a safe place ... It's for your own good ..." blah blah, stuff like that. Honestly, he didn't understand why they bothered with him so much. They must've realized by now that the only reason he has ever come to any social worker was just to make their job (and life) more difficult.

He never was one to brag, but his best work 'till now was definitely the school counselor.

When he came to her as a freshman, he could see she wasn't that old; somewhere in her thirties. Her lively mid-length blonde hair was fixed up and her greenish emerald eyes had a spark inside of them, making her smile even bigger.

But when he finished first year, her hair was messy and lost their glow, her eyes dull with eye bags while she never smiled anymore, her face wrinkled all over. Every time Derek was scheduled for a meeting, she opened her drawer and drank all her nerve pills – at least 5 sorts.

And somehow, Derek couldn't help but feel like she was exaggerating. Sure, he was a handful, but he wasn't that bad... Huh, when you think about it, he was probably even worse. From the everyday pranks to the 'special' ones he pulled, he was surprised they hadn't kicked him out of school yet.

But even kicking him out of school would've had been better than spending a whole freakin' hour every day after school for the rest of the year in a small office with a corpse he despised!

Ok, yes, he does hate a lot of things and people, but nothing and no one compared to Mrs. Lenner. He even hates the sound of her name!

Walking into the torture chamber he'll be in for a long, long time, he still didn't afford her the satisfaction of knowing he was in actual physical pain.

So, as always, he simply put a smirk on his face. "Long time no see, wouldn't you agree?" he said as he sat down on the chair in front of her desk and put his backpack down.

And her response was somewhat of a shock to him. Since this was her job, she always just ignored the statements she thought were inappropriate or stupid and did her job by trying to get him to talk about his behavior and ... Feelings.

Today, it seems, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.

"Shut it, Derek," Mrs. Lenner spat as she stood up. "If I never saw you, ever again, not even after a billion years in the afterlife, it would be too soon and anything but pleasant."

Derek was kinda frozen at the moment. She never got angry to yell or even snap at him, she always just drank her pills and talked in a calm voice.

But it seems it is not always, for she was pissed right now. Turning around, her back facing Derek, she began telling a story in a – thankfully – calmer voice as Derek only listened and didn't say anything insulting or sarcastic, which was real, real hard for him.

"Ever since I was a little girl, I loved helping. I loved the way it made me feel when I saw a smile on a once sad person. Somehow, I just knew what they needed to hear, so when it came to choosing a profession, I didn't have any trouble. I worked hard, studied and had fun doing it. When I graduated, I was unemployed for a month before I got a call from the former principle of this school, offering me the spot of a guidance counselor. Not thinking twice, I said yes. I fell in love with this place and I fell in love with a nice man, got married and did miracles to teens that went here. They came with a frown and left with a grin," she smiled, thinking back to the memory.

"The principal was great; he knew how to discipline even the most difficult children. Unfortunately, his ages had caught up to him and he was replaced. Which was not a problem, changes are made constantly and it's up to you to adapt." She sighed and continued. "And I did. But after seven years of working here, the new loving principal, Mrs. Revelly had doubts in my methods, so she'd said some things, I'd said some things and I ended up with a student I had to open up and direct on the right path in one school year. I was up for it and I wouldn't let anybody tell me otherwise. That student was you."

She looked at Derek like it was all his fault. 'What a drama queen' he smiled at his thought, barely keeping it inside and not saying it aloud.

But Derek wasn't the only one barely keeping something inside; Mrs. Lenner hadn't done a good work in hiding her anger towards him.

"I tried everything and anything I could think of, but I didn't manage. All the things you pulled on me ... I wasn't even safe in my own home! I got pills, started meditation, acupuncture, massage treatments, sauna ... Nothing! I was on the verge of killing myself, not knowing the next thing that would 'accidentally' go wrong!" She was panting for air, obviously in an intense moment, but Derek was ... entertained. So, why not join the show he was in right now?

He dramatically gasped and looked shocked, which wasn't a problem. "You did all of that just for mua? You shouldn't have gone through all that trouble!" he was smiling at how Mrs. Lenner just clenched her fists and closed her eyes to calm herself down. In the end not working 'cause she yelled.

"Exactly! I should have just quit. I could easily get another job. No money in the world is worth dealing with you! Mrs. Revelly offered me another year of working at this school, but I just laughed and said I QUIT!" She was laughing like a maniac right now, so it wasn't hard to guess how she laughed at the principal.

"Tomorrow, after classes, the new counselor will come and you'll be her problem then. You are expected to be there on time. That's all I was supposed to say, but there's something else. You see, I was here today to collect all my things and inform everyone that visited me regularly that I'm leaving. I was ready to take the pills with me but decided against. Whoever accepted this job is going to need them more than I will."

"Top drawer, right?" Derek had asked and Mrs. Lenner nodded.

"I also decided to add some extra since she's dealing with two, not only one." Derek was confused. Who could be a potential problematic besides him? But then he remembered.

"The Stilinski kid?" he rolled his eyes as hard as his body allowed him to. "Please. Sure, he has talent but he's nothing compared to me. Well, I'd say it was nice chatting with you, but it really wasn't. Especially since I could've left half an hour ago and skipped the boring story!" Derek said and pointed at the wall clock as he stood up. "Goodbye!" He yelled back and walked through the door.

Normal people would be weirded out, but having dealt with him for a whole year, this was nothing. She saw the backpack next to the chair he sat on just a moment ago and grabbed it with a stick. Again, normal people would think that was strange, but you can never be too careful with Derek. She went outside her former office and saw him in the hallways. "You forgot your backpack!" She yelled and threw him the object with the stick in her hands. Derek caught it with no sweat before yelling: "Sorry, it's not mine!" and threw it back. But as soon as her hands touched the backpack, trying to stop it from landing on her face, black liquid exploded all over her head and clothes.

She took deep breaths before yelling to the boy that caused it: "Derek Wicklear!" She cleared her eyes so she could see again, but he was nowhere to be found.

Instead of going straight to his guardians' home, Derek took the liberty of grabbing his board and going to the skate park. He liked the atmosphere there and all of his hang-out buddies were there.

You think he would call them his friends, but they weren't; at least not in his view. A friend is someone you can trust, but Derek didn't trust anyone for over seven years now. He didn't like to talk about it. Maybe in the further future he will, but not right now.

Putting a smile on his face was the moment he stepped on his skateboard and went freestyling; trying out some new tricks, laughing when somebody else tried and failed at them.

Before realizing, it was already darkening, so he went to his guardians' place, making the curfew. That mattered because once he hadn't made it and then he was grounded for a month with no technology and that was a living hell that he was not looking forward to repeating.

He ate dinner with Mr. and Mrs. Wicklear, making small talk about their days (listening to them talking about their days and not uttering a word) before he headed to his bedroom.

He lay on his bed, thinking about everything that happened at school and tried to mentally prepare himself for the new counselor.

You know how most people do preparations for school during summer? Well, he did preparations of school – of the people that were going to go there.

And while he was going through them, he stopped at one student; M. Stilinski. He was the sheriff's son. They showed enormous notes of before, during and after class pranks. He ditched quite a lot but managed a perfect A record. He hadn't been arrested yet but was known for showing up at the crime scenes very often. Ha, right... His dad had him under house arrest for six months (with the exception of going to school) for going to Mexico and almost flooding a small town that he forgot the name of. Not something you'd expect from a goody two shoes (no judging, he's tired and doesn't have the strength to think of a better name – and he has a big vocabulary)

If someone wonders how he knows all of that, he will deny any and all accusations of having paid a co-partner into hacking the school and police record. No, he did not do that. Absolutely not him. Nope.

And when meeting M. Stilinski (real first name still unknown – for god's sake, his name is hidden better than the FBI criminal files), he introduced himself as Stiles, his best friend obviously the boy with him (Scot McCall) and both pranksters, but amateurs.

Derek couldn't help but feel amused by them, although they're seriously rude, just ignoring Derek while he's standing in front of them.

With them, the new councilor and new guardians (Derek changes them a lot), this is going to be a very interesting year indeed.

Derek woke up unusually fresh for someone who couldn't fall asleep until 3 in the morning.

But that's ok.

'Cause instead of having a day off, while he couldn't fall asleep, he thought of a prank that would be finished beautifully.

But he needed the Lawyer's and Hacker's help.

So, he made a call. And it just wouldn't be Derek if he didn't get them on a mutual call, they were best of friends after all.

It took a while to get an answer, and even then he got only one.

"What the fuck Derek?! It's fuckin' six! In case you didn't know, I need my fuckin' sleep!" said the jackass from the phone, aka. Lawyer, aka. Jackson Whittemore. (Blonde hair, blue eyes – enough for you to know that he was a prick)

"Oh, just suck it in, Jackson." Derek returned but then remembered why he was probably so sleepy. "You know, you could take lessons on that from Lydia. Say hello to her for me, will ya?"

There was a horrible attempt at hiding the whisper 'Dammit' heard before Jackson's annoyed voice came to Derek's ears. "What do you want?"

This call was taking way to long in Derek's opinion.

So, he ordered "My place in 30. Be there. Bring Hacker." and hung up immediately, not waiting for a reply.

Not much time had passed before the sound of a Porsche parking was heard in front of his place as made his way out with his school stuff and his laptop.

Derek took the front seat beside the driver, as always. "Good morning! Ready for a new day?" Derek said over cheerful just 'cause he was Satan's reincarnation.

Both Jackson and Danny Mahealani – aka. the Hacker who is also known as LAG (Legend among Gays) – groaned out.

"Morning would be more enjoyable if you hadn't woken me up so early," Jackson snorted

"And then having him wake me up immediately after as well," Danny added, not liking the fact that he was being left out of the complaining.

Derek just ignored their whining and went straight to the business. "We will hack into two Facebook accounts and send the same message on both sides before deleting it on the account from where it was sent. – And by we, I mean Danny. – As everybody normal, those two will check their messages and then our job will be done."

Jackson and Danny took the info in and seemed to agree with the plan. But something was still unclear.

"How the hell is that entertaining in any kinda way?" Jackson asked, confused.

"See, here's where it gets interesting," Derek was smirking. With evil intentions. But those are just details, whatever.

"You both know the sophomore virgin, Benjamin. As I'm sure you are also aware that we have a potential porn-star freshman named Sydney walking on our school grounds." They both nodded, picking up what Derek meant. "Now wouldn't that make the cut for an entertaining encounter?"

Danny realized where Derek was going faster, so he already opened his laptop with a devilish spark inside of his eyes and started typing.

Not five minutes later, Jackson finally understood what Derek's plan was exactly while Danny was already half way through it.

"Now, Derek, what do you think they would say to each other if they – by any chance – happened to stumble upon each other?" Danny asked as if being clueless. And this is where they get creative.

"Oh, I don't know, they are difficult to comprehend. But, if I had to guess, I'd say ... Something like this." Derek typed something on his phone before handing it to Danny on the backseat. Derek didn't even have to look back to know he was reading it wide eyed.

"Are you absolutely sure they'd send each other something like that?" Danny asked, handing him the phone after copying it on his laptop. He still was not sure about Derek's decision and nevertheless shocked about what he read just a moment ago.

But even then, he knew Derek better than that. They weren't friends, of course not, but he knew Derek wouldn't change his stubborn mind.

"You do realize that hacking and pretending to be somebody else is illegal and could get you in jail?" Jackson decided to finally say something. "But then again, you are only discussing what they would say, so nothing wrong with that ... And they'd have no proof."

Danny ended up sending a text despite his doubts and not long after, the smirking partners in anything-but-crime reached the school.

So, it probably wasn't Derek's brightest idea to be seen with them in public. True, they've been working together for over a year now, but they had been keeping that partnership on the down-low. Up until now...

"Jackson, what is your job?" Derek asked angrily but didn't wait for an answer before spitting out in his face. "Your job is to make sure we don't end up as suspects for the next murder that happens when a psychopath decides it's time to bust out of jail and get revenge. And hate to say it, but you did just that."

'Cause coming to school with the most popular kid in there and his best friend wasn't something you should do unless you want people to think you are working together in a crime association.

Which wasn't too farfetched, but still. He could have dealt with no authoritative persons breathing on his neck.

"What's done is done ... including that thing from before." Of course, he wouldn't hold a grudge against his almost-friend, who just happened to be someone who knew enough to be able to land him behind bars.

They got over the fact that their relationship became public pretty quickly, because of the noises they heard as soon as they were near the school entrance.

And no, they were not pleasant noises.

They reminded you of the noises you make whilst in pain. Or, you know, during sex.

And when they actually were there, they saw something that sent shivers down their spines with disgust.

Jackson was looking between Derek and Danny before deciding to ask about it because it really set repugnance deep within his body: "What the fuck did you write? 'Oh hey, it's me! Come to school and dry hump me as soon as you fucking see me?!' "

"No, actually." As you have probably comprehended already, Derek also felt the need to protect as little of dignity he had left.

"I actually only wrote 'Hi, how about a date tonight before I f*beep* you senseless' and I guess they had a different order in mind," Danny answered in Derek's place – Derek ignoring the fact that that was not what he typed –, all three filled with nausea.

Wordless, they hurried each to their own classroom, paying as little attention as possible to the show that was enrolling beside the lockers - thankfully not theirs. Derek's little match-making project turned out into something more ... Exotic. (Now change the X into an R and you'll be good to go)

But then, right before Derek walked into his classroom, something interesting happened that didn't make him laugh his ass off at all.

Apparently, dear 'lil old Benjamin and Sydney decided to have their way in front of Stiles and Scott's locker, and right when he thought Derek's day could not get any better, this happened:

Stiles is trying to get to his locker on which Derek's currently favorites are leaning on while he's cursing all around. And damn can that guy curse! – Not that Derek would ever admit that ... And it wasn't like he was using many words for which he could get expelled for, but more the way he found himself around them that was almost amusing, but mostly just unheard of. Example: who the fuck still uses "bloody hell" as a curse?! (Not counting the old people, those didn't even know what swearing was.)

Back on track; as he was yelling at Scott to get the frustration out whilst the teachers were trying to stop the pornography that was unrolling itself in front of their eyes, someone turned on the sprinklers and it was Hilarious!

The guy and all the teachers were drenched in water and if Derek hadn't mastered his control, he would be rolling on the floor as we speak.

But that didn't mean he wasn't struggling, at least he was until he lost it completely. Stiles saw him looking all innocent-like and he – needless to say – had presumed Derek was behind it all.

Basically, Stiles – in water-leaking clothes – had stomped over to Derek, begun speaking in a foreign language (what was that?! Russian?) and looked all accusingly while pointing his finger at Derek like he was trying to pick one of his eyes out, all the while resembling a little kid.

And it didn't even matter what language it was or what he was saying because the way Stiles' face was becoming red with anger and the reason why he was like that in the first place was enough of a reason to burst out into laughter. And that made Stiles even angrier which made Derek laugh even harder.

Too bad all good things must come to an end...

AN: I'm new to writing anything, so please ease up the criticism. I'm up for hearing my mistakes, but please keep it clean. Also, I apologise if there were any grammatical slip-ups on my behalf. Or if the whole story is out of place... I tend to get distracted a lot...

Thank you for understanding! (Hopefully you do...)

Please review *makes puppy-dog eyes*

PS: not all author's notes (in the beginning of a chapter) will be that long, promise.

Also, since Derek's in foster care, his last name is Wicklear. It will be explained later on in the story, but just to avoid confusion I thought I'd tell you guys.

Until next time:

~ Lots of love, M.