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The alarm clock went off at 7:05 that morning.
Derek faintly remembered getting up and turning it off before stumbling back into his bed and falling asleep.
The second alarm clock he set for himself went off fifteen minutes later.
Derek grumbled and rolled to his side-
-And rolled off of his bed and onto the floor.
"Sonfrughmothfher!" Derek grumbled into the floor. It was comfortable, but not nearly as comfortable as his bed.
His alarm clock was still beeping incessantly at him. Derek slowly dragged himself off the floor and stumbled to his alarm clock, shutting it off. Groaning, he stumbled through his tidy room and towards the bathroom he shared with his sister Laura.
Derek disrobed and moved into the shower. He caught sight of himself in the mirror in the process, and sighed.
He was lanky in the worst possible ways: Thin arms and thin legs, with a thin torso. If it weren't for his height he would have been a complete runt.
At least he didn't have to shave every day. Stubble was irritating and he considered himself lucky that he didn't have to shave daily to prevent 5 o'clock shadow.
Derek quickly showered and dressed for his first day as a sophomore at Beacon Hills High School.
Derek wished he were reading a book instead. Books didn't punch you for being different.
Perhaps it would be better. Maybe he would have a nicer, quieter, more mature set of classmates to interact with.
Perhaps Robert Jordan would rise from the dead, and perhaps Daniel Radcliffe would give him shirtless cuddles in bed.
Derek groaned in disappointment as he walked out the front door and towards his car.
Derek pulled into the school lot and parked in the section designated for sophomores.
Upon getting out he was greeted by his only friend, or at least the only one who counted as a real friend.
"Hey." Derek muttered to Jackson as he grabbed his things and lead them inside the School Building.
"Hey. Ready for another year of bullshit?" Jackson asked harshly. Jackson had had as much trouble with fitting in as Derek had over the last few years. Of course it was for entirely different reasons:
You see, Derek was a quiet young man with a love for various things that most other teenagers did not love. Things like William Faulkner novels, Akira Kurosawa movies, and Online Role Playing Games.
Jackson meanwhile was a crusader of social issues and what many would call the very definition of a bleeding heart. He rallied around Animal rights, Worker's rights, The Green movement, Women's Rights, Octopuses' rights, and many, many more.
Jackson was socially conscious and in your face. He wanted to know why you weren't helping better society. Why you weren't joining the good fight for the rights of all individuals in our oppressive world!?
Little wonder that most people regarded Jackson as an utter freak. At least Derek had the courtesy to act quiet, which was far less intimidating than Jackson's Freidan-esque zeal.
"I'm ready for another year. I suppose. It will be better."
Derek had never been good with words. Perhaps in his head yes, but not at all when they fell from his mouth like raindrops.
Acidic, unnatural and unhealthy raindrops. Cynical Derek: 1; Logical Derek: 0
The pair strode towards the building, making small talk about their respective summers ("The new Diablo game was awesome!" "I spent my summer in Nova Scotia, protesting those seal clubbing monsters! Won't someone think of the baby seals!") until they reached the front doors.
A tallish (But not that tall) brunette clumsily tripped walking up the last step to the front doors, spilling books and school materials out everywhere. Her hipster boyfriend rolled his eyes at her.
"Allison, Allison. I expect you to be the paradigm of grace. Not a klutzy mess, mon petit Cherie." The hipster affected with a haughty accent.
"Hey, Scott! What's up?" Jackson casually asked
Wait.
Scott?
Since when was Scott a dickhead hipster? The Scott Derek knew was interested in art and the finer things in life yes, but he wasn't expecting this thing in front of him.
The last time he saw Scott, Scott was clean shaven and had long shaggy hair. He was a determined artist with aspirations beyond Beacon Hills.
The Scott before him oozed the kind of smug charm that wouldn't have been out of place in Portland or Williamsburg. And how he was talking to Allison…
At least she hadn't changed. Derek always knew Allison as the shy girl, clumsy girl who meant well but often fell short. She wasn't the brightest academically, and she was prone to making very bad calls in judgment.
Among them was dating Scott, who may not have been a bad guy but was a pretty terrible boyfriend.
"Very little is going on, other than Allison's inability to coordinate her movements. Come now little dove, you've got class to get to." Scott said, chaperoning the Sophomore into the school building.
Okay, so perhaps Scott was a terrible person. Or perhaps being a junior had gone to his head.
But even if Derek tallied up all of Allison's failings (Might take a while… several weeks minimum) he still felt that she was one of the sweetest people he had ever met. When it came to compassion and warmth, Allison was a prodigy.
"Dude come on, let's go inside!" Jackson tapped Derek, who had spaced out again. The two boys shuffled into the building, en route to home room.
"Repent! Come all ye sinners and repent! Cast down your wicked ways and accept the warm love of our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ!" came the high pitched, condescending voice of the school's religious zealot: Erica Reyes.
Derek and Jackson attempted to give Erica a wide berth, but from her position in the main hall she was able to see them clearly.
"REPENT! ATHEISTS! SINNERS! YOU WILL NOT ACCEPT THE JUDGMENT OF GOD, AND YOU WILL BURN FOR IT UNLESS YOU REPENT!" Erica screeched at them.
"Jesus, piss off!" Jackson shouted at Erica.
"Whittemore! My office! NOW!" Came the bellow of Principal Stilinski.
"Asshole." Jackson murmured under his breath. He turned to Derek. "I'll catch up with you later man. Gotta go deal with Shithead Stilinski now. What a bigoted ass." Jackson stormed towards the Principal's office.
Derek found himself alone, and raced towards home room, where he would not have to deal with Erica's proselytizing.
As he moved down the hallway he caught a glimpse of this year's seniors strolling in the building from their special parking lot. He recognized a handful of faces:
Danny Mahealani, Isaac Lahey, Lydia Martin, his sister Laura Hale and of course…
The Iceman himself. Stiles Stilinski.
Some people thought Stiles to be a really stupid name. Anyone with even an ounce of sense knew better than to say such a thing to the face of the Iceman.
Weighing in at 230 lbs. with a height of Six feet, three and a quarter inches, Stiles was about the last person you wanted to mess with.
He wasn't a friendly giant either: The Star Hockey player was infamous for the fights he got into. He almost always threw the first punch, and he always won. How he never got in trouble amazed Derek.
Oh right, his father was the Principal and Stiles never failed to bring home a trophy for the home team. He could get away with murder if he wished, and Derek honestly felt that that was not entirely impossible.
Fortunately for Derek he had (mercifully) never gotten on the bruiser's bad side. Although if he wasn't careful with his looks he just might…
As cruel as Stiles was, he had an excellent body. Firstly, he was built like a house. His height and weight made him big, but the weight was nearly all muscle. Gigantic calves, biceps the size of footballs, broad shoulders, a nice, meat bulge in his jeans.
The Young Man was sex on two legs. Derek attempted to inconspicuously appraise him further.
"You might wanna stop leerin' at him, boyo."
Derek nearly jumped. Isaac Lahey had sidled up next to him and was talking in a hushed voice.
Perhaps not so inconspicuous.
Isaac Lahey was many things: British, brash, perceptive, rebellious, and brilliant.
He was also a complete punk, in every sense of the word. The exchange student was both the great anti-hero of the student body and the utter bane of the school's administration.
Derek didn't think he was all that special.
"I-uh wasn't staring." Derek weakly muttered. Fuck.
"Right. We need to play poker some time boyo. I could win me some serious cash. Say hi to your sister for me."
Derek nodded and allowed Isaac to slink away. Derek was almost entirely sure he wasn't even cockney, and it was all a sham to get him buried in nubile American girls.
If that were the case, than it was working swimmingly.
As Derek resumed watching the seniors he spotted the school's other Star Athlete walk by as well:
Clad in her "Beacon Hills High" Track Suit, Lydia Martin moved with purpose through the hallway. She had never cast more than a sideways glance at Derek, but he knew she was actually decent friends with his sister…
…Which seemed impossible. While Derek dressed in a mature, albeit conservative fashion, his sister looked like a carbon copy of Lisbeth Salander. Jet black liberty spikes adorned her otherwise shaven head. Her clothes were also black, a mixture of leather and cotton, all worn and frayed and cracked.
The metal accents and various piercings helped break up all of the black she wore, but failed in making her look like anything other than a Slayer groupie. Of course, that was exactly what Laura wanted.
The administration despised Laura almost as much as they despised Isaac, but for completely different reasons:
Isaac clashed with the administration on the principles of defying an authoritative body.
Laura clashed with the school because she was everything that the school stood against ideologically. A brash and outspoken feminist with Mensa IQ, Laura regularly trounced her classmates in academic debate and test scores, all while looking like the night shift worker at BP. She was outspoken and unapologetic in her beliefs, and she regularly stood up for students who were pushed around by the administration.
As she walked by Derek she made a point to ruffle his hair and smile at him. One of the many reasons he loved his sister, even if her taste in friends sucked.
Speaking of awful friends…
"Well, well well, if it isn't little Derek Hale. What has the geeky butt boy been up to this year? Sleeping around behind my back?"
Laura was great at fighting off the administration, but her luck with reining in her friends was not nearly as good. By now there were few to no studentsi n the hallways. The first bell had rung and students were dispersing to their home rooms.
Derek clammed up. Striding in his direction was Danny Mahealani. The Second best player on the Hockey team, Stiles' wingman, a noted lothario and bully.
Danny made it his goal, nay, his imperative to fuck with Derek as much as possible. For no other reason than Derek turning him down.
Derek may have had a soft spot for hot guys, but he wasn't so much an idiot as to sleep with the biggest hound dog in the school. He didn't want his heart broken, and he was smarter than to fall in bed with Danny.
Danny didn't take kindly to being turned down.
Derek didn't respond to Danny. It was best if he didn't say anything.
Danny's reply was to shove him. "Well Hale? I asked you a question!"
Derek kept his cool. He wasn't going to let Danny goad him into a fight. If he did he would lose.
Danny grabbed him by the collar and slammed him into a nearby row of lockers. "Hale you shit you will answer me! You belong to me, and no one else. And one of these days I'm going to have you!"
Derek didn't answer, but this time it wasn't out of defiance.
It was out of fear. The crippling fear of direct action, of response, of retaliation.
Time seemed to stretch on for what seemed like years, with Danny still holding up against the row of lockers behind him.
"BOYS! GET TO CLASS!" Victoria Argent, English Teacher, interrupted the dispute.
Danny let Derek go and began to walk away.
"Don't get comfortable Hale. You are still on my shit list."
Derek felt control flooding back into his body. His muscles loosened and he was able to move.
Without so much as a backwards glance he raced towards his homeroom.
Hopefully his teacher wouldn't be mad at him for being late. He wanted to have everything work out as easily as possible.
Thanks for reading! And everyone on the show will show up at some point in time, but not at all like you will expect them to... ;P