A/N: Okay so I have changed some of the ages for characters but if you don't like it sorry. Please feel free to enjoy and review.
Stiles' POV
I begin to fidget in my seat as the chairs around me slowly start to fill. I was one of the first student's to arrive back at school after the long and boring summer holidays so I pull out my phone and begin to play angry birds while I wait. Scott arrives about ten minutes later and punches me on the arm as if that was an acceptable greeting.
"Owww", I grumble as he messed up the shot I was taking on the angry bird's level I have found myself stuck on. Putting my phone away I turn to my best friend and give him a hug as he sits down beside me. "Scott man, did you hear we got two new teaching staff this year and one new student transferring into our year", I blurt out before I can filter what I want to say.
"Hey Stiles, nice to see you too. I'm fine, thanks how are you?" So much for the pleasantries", Scott rebukes me with a grin.
"Oi hold it right there. I'm the witty sarcastic smart ass in this bromance", I glared indignantly. "We'll have less sass from you and more answers buddy."
"Yeah I heard. Don't know why you get so excited though. We know nothing about any of them yet", Scott mutters as he stands to greet a few more of our friends. The room has started to fill up faster now and the staff are filing into to take their seats at the front of the hall which means the address should start soon. Sure enough we have just started to exchange holiday stories when the principal strides into the hall and up onto the stage. He stands there waiting for silence and looks around the room.
"Good afternoon students. To the new people among us I say welcome and to the old faces I say welcome back. Welcome all of you to the two thousand and fourteen year of Beacon Hills School for the gifted. Today we will get you all settled in to your dormitories, your class schedules organised and your personal tutor assigned. New students you will notice in your introduction packs there is a list of rules you must follow while at school. Some of our older students would do well to remind themselves of these rules as they are in place for the safety and protection of us all", Alan Deaton says slowly and clearly in a loud voice so we all can hear him. "There are two new additions to staff this year that I would like to make you all aware of. I'd like you all to help me welcome Ken and Noshiko Yukimara who have consented to take over the history and mathematics teaching posts. I also hope you will extend that greeting to their daughter Kira who will be joining the sophomore year."
"He says the same frikking thing each year", I mumble quietly to Scott. Low enough that even the majority of people in the room with supernaturally enhanced sense can't pick up the words. Scott nods slightly beside me but otherwise shows no reaction.
"Please be respectful of your fellow students and of course the staff and remember that no student should be out of their common room after ten pm. I know I say this each year and yet every year we find a number of students wandering the halls after hours", Deaton gives us a serious look. Now I do not wish to stand here and take up all your time so I will ask you to please make your way out of the hall by the rear doors in an orderly fashion. Mr. Finstock will show the freshmen to their living quarters. Sophomore students please get your dormitory assignments from Ms. Blake. Juniors Mr. Hale and Seniors please see Mrs. Martins. Let us all look forward to an outstanding year of academic achievement and self discovery", principal Deaton finishes the address before he sits down and turns his head to talk quietly with deputy principal Morrell.
"I hope we are roomies again this year", I yawn to Scott as I stretch my arms and legs without leaving my seat.
"Guess we better follow Ms. Blake and find out", Scott smiles as he drags my butt up out of the chair. "Can I count on you to tutor me again in chemistry?"
"Since we still have Mr. Harris I guess I can allow it but it will be in my free time not when you can tear yourself away from which ever pretty girl catches your eye this year", I inform him sternly. "Oh man, we need to move. Ms. Blake just left the hall with the majority of the sophomores", I add as we hurry towards way the exit, trying not to push anyone out the way in our rush. I don't need to turn to know Scott is following behind me as I can hear him following behind me.
Though we move quickly the hall is still packed with students, teachers and parents so by the time we exit the hall Ms. Blake and our classmates have vanished. We make our way to the sophomore dorms as quickly as we can without actually running since it wouldn't go down well for either of us to be caught running before term has even officially started. Reaching the dorms we join the back of the queue and wait while our tutor hands a key and class schedule to each student in the line. Once they receive their key and schedule the student makes their way up the stairs behind her to find their room and more importantly to find out whom they are expected to share space with for the next eight months.
"Scott McCall", our English teacher says as she reaches for a key and hands it to him. "Room number two and here is your class schedule", she hands him some paper and crosses him off the list. "Stiles Stilinski", she murmurs as she hands me a key. "Here is your schedule and you are in room number seven", she gives me the last piece of paper she had attached to her clipboard. "That's everyone", she smiles and walks away heading back towards the main building.
As she leaves I turn to my best friend and push out my bottom lip knowing I have a gift for getting sympathy since I make the cutest, most adorable puppy dog expression. Hell I could give most of the werewolves a run for their money. "I guess we aren't roomies this year", I whine.
"It doesn't matter dude. We can hang out in the common room or if we both get cool roommates we can hang out in each other's room", Scott shakes it off.
"I guess you're right. It might be nice to get some separation. Besides if you're not my roomie I won't have to put up with the wet dog smell", I grin back.
"A dog joke really? Already? You waited what like half an hour", Scott shook his head. "Come on lets both go see who we got." Scott grabs my arm and drags me to the stairs. Thankfully I have quick reflexes otherwise I would end up face planting the stairs. We walk along the corridor at the top of the stairs and exchange a hug before parting at the door to room two. I continue walking on until I find my room. Without knocking I push the door open and walk in. Hell why should I knock if it's my own room, even if I do have to share it. As soon as I open the door I freeze in horror. Why do I have to be paired with Derek Hale? The guy hates me. I mean the whole of last year he was both growling at me and threatening to rip my throat out with his teeth or he was ignoring my existence.
"Are you going to come in or stand in the door way like that forever?" Derek mutters throwing me a look of loathing. I don't speak but I do walk further in and close the door. I set my shoulder bag down on the bed nearest the door since the other one has already been claimed. I sit there for a moment and run through my options. One I could go complain like a child and see if the principal would swap my room with someone else. That option makes me look like a coward so I dismiss it. Option two I could just put it aside and try to be nice to the jerk. Yeah I can play nice when I want to but for arses like him the instances are few and far between. Or option three I could deal with it and show Derek Hale he has messed with the wrong guy. I'm a Stilinski after all and Stilinski's can give as good as they get if they put their minds to it.
"I'm going to get the rest of my stuff", Derek grunts before he leaves the room. I take a deep breath and look at my phone as it just vibrated.
I got Isaac as my roommate . Who did you get? Scott.
I got bloody Sourwolf. Also known as grumpy git Derek Hale.
OH! Isaac says you can come over as much as you like. And we both wanna say sorry. Gonna unpack see you at dinner. Scott P.S. Enjoy the wet dog smell!
I don't bother answering back. What is the point? I should probably start unpacking too but first I need to go and pick up my cases from downstairs. As soon as Derek enters the room again I leave to go get my stuff without a word. When I get back two minutes later Derek is half way through his single case. I throw my cases on the bed and set about the mind numbing business of unpacking. I unpack my toiletries and head to the shared bathroom we have. "You mind if I take the bottom shelf?" I call out to be polite. What the fuck?! I thought I agreed to be just as much of a jerk as he was.
"That's fine", the oh so eloquent and verbose werewolf replies. Seriously that is one of the things that annoys me. I have seen him around school and he talks just as much as the next guy but when it comes to talking to me I'm lucky if I got a full sentence. Just now he gave me two words.
I go back to unpacking my case and put my clothes away in the dresser and wardrobe. Starting on the second case I unpack my laptop and place it on the bedside table. I continued until I have emptied out all the rest of my electronics, my shoes and my extensive candy selection. Stashing it away for now I push both cases under the bed and flop down to stare at the ceiling. Before I can even relax there is a knocking at the door. "I got it", I call as Derek is in the bathroom.
Opening the door I came face to face with Paige, Derek's girlfriend who looks surprised to see me at the door. "Oh sorry I thought this was Derek's room", she apologises and begins to turn away.
"No wait, it is. He is just in the bathroom. Do you want to come in and wait?" I ask her politely because I had nothing against her. She is a witch and quite a talented one. She is also one of the only people who call Derek out when he is giving me a hard time.
"Um no that is fine. Just tell him his sister Laura was looking for him", Paige smiles in a friendly sort of way. "And don't worry Stiles I'm sure you will both get on better with each other this year", she whispers to me before walking away. I close the door and return to staring at the ceiling since I know I can't go visit my mom yet. She is the schools music teacher and would be busy unpacking her own stuff.
"Who was it at the door?" Derek asks as he comes out the bathroom a couple of minutes later.
"It was your girlfriend", I reply in an offhand way. "Laura was looking for you."
"You must mean Paige. We're not together anymore though. We broke up over summer", Derek mutters more to himself than to me. "Well I'm going off to see my family now I've finished unpacking. I guess I'll see you later."
"Unless I become invisible", I snipe while he ignores me and leaves the room.
Derek's POV
"Why did I have to get stuck with him?" I bark as I storm into my mother's study, completely disrupting whatever my family had been talking about.
"Ah, don't we like our roommate? Who are you stuck with anyway?" Laura asks mockingly. Peter smiles knowingly.
"I'm stuck with Stiles Stilinski. And you knew about it didn't you? What did you do?" I growl at my uncle seeing his smile.
"What did I do? What makes you think I did anything?" Peter asks causally, too causally even.
"Derek, calm down. What is the problem? I thought you broke up with Paige because you liked the kid", my mum says softly trying to calm the tension in the room.
"Paige broke it off with me because she knew how I felt about him. I couldn't keep dating her when I wanted to be with someone else, she said. It would be fair for her to keep me from him", I admit. "But I didn't expect to be in such close quarters with him right from the start. I mean he hates me so I don't think I've got a chance."
"How do you know he hates you?" Cora asks as she walked over to hug my side.
"Because I'm a werewolf I can smell the fear and the loathing when he is around me", I answer as if it should be obvious. I mean it was sort of my own fault since I went out of my way to be rude to him last year before I realised what he meant to me. I threatened him multiple times to get him to just leave me alone and then when he still had the courage to talk to me after I was a colossal jerk I completely ignored him. So yeah he has good reasons to hate me and it is all my own fault.
"How do you know those emotions are about you though? He could be thinking of something else and you just pick up on those", Peter smirkes. He is enjoying this so much.
"Plus Derek you kinda suck at being a werewolf. With your sense of smell he could be lusting the pants off of you and you would still say he smells of hatred", Laura points out. I growl at her for the remark. So what if I have made mistakes with my sense of smell I haven't exactly had a lot of experience smelling emotions since it only kicked in about six months ago.
"Laura, be nice to your brother. Derek, stop growling at your sister. Would you like me to see if I can swap your room?" Mom asks looking me in the eye seriously.
"No because knowing my luck that will make him hate me even more", I replied. "I'll deal with it. I just want to know one thing", I add as I stalk across the room towards my uncle. "You arranged this didn't you? You made this happen." My uncle doesn't answer me he just stares me down until I turn away. "I'm leaving. See you all at dinner", I said as I exit the study ignoring the calls of my name from my mom and sisters.
"Nice work Peter", Talia whispers to her brother as I leave, not that I hear it. "You should play the villain more often. It was very convincing."
"You're welcome sis. The sooner those two realise they are made for each other the better. I couldn't stand hearing him whine anymore", Peter nods.
"Oh my gosh! You two are working together? You're trying to set them up", Laura cries in surprise.
Stiles isn't in the room when I get back and I sigh in relief. Good at least when classes started up the smart ass little brainiac will be studying a lot. I mean what kind of kid can have a 5.0 grade average and not study constantly. I know of only one other, Lydia Martin.
Lying down on my bed I pick up one of my hackie sacks and take to tossing it in the air and catching it. I look over to his bed and can't resist the urge to do something I know is weird. I quickly get up and grab his pillow. The pillow his head had been resting on before I left. Raising it to my nose I inhale deeply. My body calms as his scent, his gloriously sweet scent fills my nostrils. I put the pillow back after inhaling the scent once more and turn towards my bed again but stop dead when I see him standing again in the doorway.
Stiles' POV
Derek left the room like five minutes ago and through the silence I can hear all my other classmates joyfully laughing with each other. I'm not able to distinguish any voices it is just a rabble of voices that taunt me. Finally I decide I can't stay in the room any longer. I have to go see my mom now even if she is still busy. Jumping up I leave the room and walk as quickly as I can to her office. I call out a few 'hello's to my friends I haven't had the chance to greet yet. I pause as I get to the door and knock.
"Come in", my mom's voice calls from somewhere behind the door. I push open the door to find her sitting behind her desk looking over some paperwork. Lesson plans maybe I don't know. "Ah my baby boy is here", she cries in her usual thrilled to see me voice. "Come here baby boy", she adds as she walks round the desk and holds her arms open for me to hug her. I run over and hug her. Yeah I'll admit it I'm a momma's boy. But hey my mom manages to make me feel happy when I am feeling down. "What's up my little Genim?" she askes using my proper first name. She can always sense when I am feeling down.
"It's nothing mom. Just I don't think I'm going to get along with my roommate this year", I answer knowing she will keep asking until I tell her.
"Oh. You're not with Scott this year?" she asks surprised.
"Nah, I'm stuck with Derek Hale", I mutter.
"Derek Hale?! You mean the hot and handsome werewolf? Son of my best friend Talia Hale? The one you couldn't stop talking about all summer?" She smirkes at me.
"Mom! I never called him any of those things and I didn't talk about him all summer", I grumble. I get along great with my mom and we don't really have any secrets between us so yeah she knows I fancy her best friend's son. How screwed up is that? I've know Derek longer than I've known Scott but neither of us can stand one another. Whenever our families have social gatherings they throw us together and we sit there in silence or we start fighting. Last year when we both started at the same school everything just got drastically worse.
"There is no use lying, my baby boy. I see that blush creeping up your cheeks", she teases me. "But how about I help you feel better before I go to my meeting?" That's right I'd forgotten my mom would have a staff meeting.
"It's okay mom I'll just go", I mutter.
"Come on one song Genim. Please for your mother?" she asks knowing I can never deny her a song when she asks me for one.
"Okay one song. Which one?" I ask suspiciously. I am already pretty sure I know which song she wants us to sing together.
"We'll sing Walking on Sunshine by Katrina and the Waves", she answers with a bright smile as she moves me over towards the keyboard. Settling down she begins to play. Yeah it was exactly the song I expected. It is her favourite feel good song.
Ow
Mm, yeah
I used to think maybe you loved me, now, baby, I'm sure
And I just can't wait till the day when you knock on my door
Now every time I go for the mailbox, gotta hold myself down
'Cause I just can't wait till you write me you're coming around
She smiles at me all the time she is playing and singing. As usual I give her the first verse alone because it is her favourite and I love hearing her voice.
Now I'm walking on sunshine, whoa
I'm walking on sunshine, whoa
I'm walking on sunshine, whoa
And don't it feel good
Hey, all right now
And don't it feel good
Hey, yeah
I used to think maybe you loved me, now I know that it's true
And I don't want to spend my whole life just a-waiting for you
Now, I don't want you back for the weekend, not back for a day, no, no, no
I said, baby, I just want you back, and I want you to stay
I don't know why this is her favourite feel good song but I have to admit it is a good one. I can't help smiling to myself which I know is her intention, especially when I see the gleam in her eye when she catches me smiling.
Oh, yeah, now I'm walking on sunshine, whoa
I'm walking on sunshine, whoa
I'm walking on sunshine, whoa
And don't it feel good
Hey, all right now
And don't it feel good
Yeah, oh, yeah, now
And don't it feel good
Walking on sunshine
Walking on sunshine
I feel alive, I feel the love, I feel the love that's really real
I feel alive, I feel the love, I feel the love that's really real
I'm on sunshine, baby, oh
Oh, yeah, I'm on sunshine, baby
As we come to the last verse there is a knock on the door and I stop singing. I've never sung in front of anyone but my mom and sometimes my dad. It isn't that I am nervous or anything it's just that it is something private and special to me. Not even the Hales or Scott and his mom know that I love to sing. Or play the guitar. Maybe one day they might but not yet.
Oh, I'm walking on sunshine, whoa
I'm walking on sunshine, whoa
I'm walking on sunshine, whoa
And don't it feel good
Hey, all right now
And don't it feel good
I'll say it, I'll say it, I'll say it again now
And don't it feel good
I move to get the door while my mom continues playing and singing after she nods her head for me to answer it. I open the door and there stands Derek's mom, Talia Hale. She moves into the room and smiles as she listens to my mom singing.
Hey, yeah now
And don't it feel good
Now don't it, don't it, don't it, don't it, don't it, don't it
And don't it feel good
I'll say it, I'll say it, I'll say it again now
And don't it feel good
Now don't it, don't it, don't it, don't it, don't it, don't it
And don't it feel good
Now tell me, tell me, tell me again now
And don't it feel good
Oh, yeah, now
And don't it feel good
Oh, don't it feel good, don't it feel good
Now don't it feel good
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah
And don't it feel good
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah
And don't it feel good
Talia smiles as my mom finishes and gives her a hug which my mom returns appreciatively. "I just came to remind you we have that staff meeting in five", Talia reminds my mom.
"Yeah I know. Thanks Talia", my mom nods.
"Well I guess I better be getting back", I say quietly before I turn for the door.
"Stiles honey, don't worry and be happy", my mom calls after me and when she hears me groan at her supposedly witty remark I hear her laugh. Hey at least she remembers to use my preferred name as opposed to the name she gave me at birth. She is the only one that still calls me by it and only when we are alone. I don't mind too much seeing as how she is my mom.
I make the short trek back to my room still smiling and because my mom has a gift for changing my perspective on things I decide to at least try being nice and civil to my unwanted yet remarkably desired roommate. Hey I can be two sided about the same thing. Sure he may hate me and threaten to kill me but he is the hottest guy in our year and as a hormonal bisexual teenager I can't help but feel attracted to the guy. Just a little, okay a lot. Hell I can't even lie to myself convincingly. I am majorly attracted to the abrasive, tall dark and handsome werewolf.
I open the door and close it behind me stopping in my tracks as the sight before my eyes hits me. Derek is sniffing my pillow. And I don't mean just giving it a sniff to see if that might be where a weird disgusting odour might be coming from. I'm talking full on deep inhaling sniff. The kind people do when something smells irresistibly good. I watch silently as he put my pillow back in its place and turns towards his bed. I see the look of horror appear on his face as he spots me standing there. "What do you think you were just doing?" I ask in a quiet voice.
Derek opens his mouth to say something but closes it again and I wait patiently as he repeats the process a couple of times. "I – I – I was picking your pillow up of the floor", Derek lies. Yeah I would have been able to tell he was lying even if I hadn't witnessed him sniffing my pillow with my own eyes because I can hear it in his voice, also I can hear it in his heartbeat rise.
"Okay", I answer slowly and he seems to sigh in relief as if he believes I will leave it there. "So what is the deal with sniffing it?"
"What I didn't sniff your pillow. Why would I do something like that?" Derek growls but not as forcefully as he usually does. He knows he has been caught.
"You tell me. That's what I would like to know since I just saw you do it", I reply coldly.
"If you really must know I was familiarising myself with your scent", Derek answers quickly and there was an undercurrent of something almost happy. I smell the relief he radiates before he controls his emotions. So that was it. He managed to come up with an excuse quickly enough that he was slightly pleased with himself.
"Well unlike you I am not going to lie", I tell him. "I don't know why you did what you just did but as long as you promise I won't come in next and find you sniffing my boxers I'm willing to let this time go." I frown as I smell something he tries and almost succeeds in covering. Arousal. Why does a guy that hates me get aroused at the idea of smelling my boxers?
"Thank you", he whispers moving to lie on his bed. I don't miss the blush creeping up his cheeks either but I let it pass. I've enough thoughts swirling around in my head so I lay down on my bed too in quiet contemplation.
