Chapter 1 : Encounter
"Shit I'm going to be late!" Stiles thought as he pressed harder on the gas pedal of his Jeep. It was the very first day of high school, and he was running late already. "If Scott woke me up earlier like I asked him to rather than trying to memorize the lines in the Avengers movie, I would be on time," Stiles said aloud as he kept checking the time on the radio in his car.
"8:07am I still should have time to make it," Stiles began to rant to himself, which always helped him feel better. "Today is the first day of school they should understand, with all the summer homework, going to the beach to check out those fine ladies, and hanging out with Scott . . .a lot of hanging out with Scott.
As he pulled into the parking lot of the school, he saw a messy-haired teen locking up his bike. When the teenage boy looked up and his brown eyes met Stiles's eyes a full smile took shape on his face.
"Stiles!" exclaimed the boy.
The boy that stood before Stiles was his best friend Scott, the same Scott whom Stiles was upset with for not being his reliable wake-up call. Scott finished locking his bike up and basically threw himself at Stiles (who was barely getting out of his car but let out a quick sigh of relief since he wasn't the only one late on the first day of school).
"Dude I told you to wake me up at six today!" Stiles said clearly with an annoyed tone in his voice while he locked his doors to his Jeep before wrapping his arm around Scott's shoulder. Stiles was earning a big bright smile from the messy haired Scott despite his OBVIOUS sarcastic ways.
"Well I didn't exactly wake up at six in the mourning either as you can tell," Scott through his head back and started to laugh it was a laugh that made Stiles chuckle alongside his friend while they made their way to homeroom.
They had just barely made it before their homeroom teacher did, and he started calling out names from the roster checking them off for attendance. Stiles's head drifted off in the direction of Scott who was trying to finish up some of the summer homework, and then he noticed her...
Lydia Martin . . . . . even her name was angelic; she just replied with a simple "here" chewing her bubble gum and was probably texting her friend that just so happened to be a guy (Jackson, the school jock). Stiles refused to believe they were actually dating, the rumors couldn't be true, no way he thought to himself.
He realized she was looking at him; Lydia Martin was looking at him, with her big, beautiful, brown hazel eyes, well her along with the rest of the class. He wondered why, before a book was slammed on his desk which resulted with a quick jump from his seat. Turning to look at who it was, Stiles realized...
"Stiles Stilinski, pay attention while I call out attendance otherwise I WILL mark you as absent," the teacher said in a rather loud tone, causing everyone in the classroom, including Lydia to giggle.
"Of course sir," Stiles said as he put his hand to his forehead like he was saluting to his teacher, trying to hide the blush that was creeping up from embarrassment as he died a little bit inside.
Stiles turned to admire Lydia's beauty once more but only to find her looking towards the black board, with a slow smile creeping its way on her amazingly soft looking pink lips. Stiles turned his head to see a female student standing in the doorway with wavy chestnut brown hair.
"Hi I was wondering if this was room 224? I'm sorry I'm new here and I-" she started to say but the teacher interrupted.
"I take it you're the new transfer student. . . Allison Argent right?" the teacher said while flipping through some papers and giving her the syllabus before she could even confirm whether or not she was Allison Argent or not.
Stiles quickly looked over to Scott who looked like he was mesmerized by her beauty alone. "Typical Scott," Stiles thought to himself. With the way she kept looking at him though she sure didn't hide the fact that she must have thought the same for Scott as well. Stiles started to daydream of his best friend and him on a double date, him with Lydia and Scott with Allison, since there was a spark for them already.
"You can take the empty seat next to Lydia, can you raise your hand Lydia?" the teacher asked while Lydia's hand shot up obediently. A smile was plastered all over her face as Allison smiled back and made her way over by Lydia. On her way to her new seat, Alison bumped into Scott's desk dropping all his papers. She quickly dropped own to retrieve them but so did Scott and they both bumped heads, like something that would happen in love movie. Stiles quickly rolled his eyes, slightly jealous over the fact that that he and Lydia haven't had any luck creating a scene from a movie like that.
The rest of the day went rather quickly, until it was time for lunch. . .
In the large overcrowded cafeteria, Stiles met a very grumpy junior that apparently always had a sour expression on his face. This particular junior went by the name of Derek Hale. There was a lot of talk about him, all the girls wanted this bad boy and heck why wouldn't guys as well! Derek was a very interesting character, at least that's how he looked to Stiles.
The tall, mysterious, sour-faced teen was waiting in the lunch line in front of Stiles and Scott. The two friends were chatting about their favorite moments at the beach during the summer – these simple talks of joyous things made Stiles happy. As they went up to pick their food for lunch Stiles noticed how amazing the food looked! The school provided a wide variety of foods to pick from such as: pizza, muffins, juices, cakes and other yummy mouth-watering appetizers. Stiles felt like he could die happily now.
He ended up choosing a sloppy joe, a slice of pizza, a large coke, two bags of chips and just to be "healthy" some carrot sticks, which he shoved the to the farthest side of his tray. As Scott was finishing up paying for his food, Stiles started to make his way forward but automatically hit something, and that something turned out to be the back of Derek's leather jacket, where EVERYTHING on Stiles's tray landed. Stiles quickly walked backwards afraid of what was going to happen or how Derek would even react. His fears were soon confirmed.
Derek quickly threw his head backwards glaring at Stiles who was already grabbing a handful of napkins before and Derek knew it Stiles was trying to wipe the food off his back, trying to avoid contact with Dereks eyes, they might as well have been death itself.
"Look man it was an accident, I'm so sorry. I honestly didn't see you there," Stiles barely managed to spit out, while wiping down the mess of food on his back.
Derek was livid and Stiles wasn't sure if his cleaning skills were going to meet Derek's requirements so he stopped completely.
Stiles could hear people whispering; whispering was never good especially in high school. He quickly looked back at Derek who was mumbling things under his breath, a new form of meditation to release stress, Stiles thought.
Stiles had heard a few rumors about how Derek's leather jacket were his most prized possession, and almost killed a student for accidentally falling on him, or tugging on his jacket. Derek thought he heard it rip and within seconds, had the kid pinned against a locker. It took seven seniors to pull Derek off the kid, but it turned out that his jacket was perfectly fine. Still the thought was scary enough to send Stiles running to clean of his jacket hoping the sour-faced junior would spare his life today.
Everyone in the lunch room was just watching Derek, apprehensive in what his next move would be as Stiles quickly tried to wipe any evidence that he even spilled anything on the leather jacket.
Derek took the jacket off to examine the damage and he noticed that Stiles made it look worse rather than better. Derek tossed his tray at Stiles and walked away quickly. Stiles was left covered in pizza sauce, Dr. Pepper, and chocolate cake and once Derek left the cafeteria he was the laughing stock of the school.
Scott quickly came over with a bunch of napkins, and for some reason the new girl Allison came to help as well. Stiles was hoping to see the strawberry blonde Lydia, but she was just chuckling in the back of the cafeteria with the rest of the student body.
"Hey buddy don't let Derek get you down, things could have been a lot worse you know?" Scott said and even though Allison was new here she just nodded her head agreeing with Scott as if she knew who Derek was. Stiles was just glad there were two more classes and then Lacrosse. He just had to try out and from there he can hop in the shower after showing the coach he was worthy of being on the team.
After tryouts he didn't even see how his coach put him as a bench warmer, and his best friend Scott managed to make it on the field. Stiles wasn't really happy about the day's events and he still had to go to his part time job over at the local book store. He was working part time as a barista at the little cafe inside the book store called Beta's Brew. Scott also worked but he was working as a stock boy, putting back the books for the book store.
Stiles decided to give Scott a ride over to work, and all Scott could talk about was Allison. You would think they've been going out for years and grew up together with how much he was talking about her, it was really annoying Stiles, thankfully the trip wasn't too far and once they got into the book store they went their separate ways.
Stiles went to work as the customers started to line up and ask for their drinks. He quickly knocked out the line of people leaving them satisfied with their drinks and he had some free time to himself as a reward. Stiles was doing some history homework before he heard a familiar voice..
"You work here?" it was Derek Hale, but without sporting his leather jacket. Stiles figured he could give him something for free to make up for his ruined leather jacket.
"Yea I do, and dude I'm sorry about earlier, I swear it was an accident, and as a apology you can have whatever you want on the house," Stiles said with a devious grin on his face trying to give Derek reassurance.
Derek took the time to consider the offer. As he settled on a large coffee,black, and a brownie, It took Stiles only a few minutes to get everything together before handing it to Derek, who simply walked away without even saying thank you to him.
'What a jerk' Stiles thought to himself, but before he knew it he was backed up with orders, but just as quick as they came, they left just as fast satisfied like always. Stiles popped open his history book once more and trailed off into his studies.