Stiles Stilinski had no idea what he was doing with his life. This fact probably stemmed from the fact that he was currently living in New York City, attempting to make his living as a high school teacher. That alone was probably enough to tell you that Stiles, was a masochist.

Honestly though, what kind of person thinks it's a good idea to move all the way across the country- not halfway— Oh no no, go big or go home buddy, and teach Folklore and Magic History to a bunch of high school delinquents?

Apparently, he did.

Or at least that's what it seemed like given the fact that he was standing at the front of a classroom filled with students whose eyes were—well anywhere but on him.

"Man who the fuck cares about this shit, this is like some Twilight bullshit or whatever." One of them groaned from the back of the classroom.

Stiles took a deep breath; this was going to be a long year.

"You're right, Twilight— total load of shit." He said passing out textbooks that he doubted would be returned to him. "Vampires don't sparkle and more importantly they don't fall for pasty teenage girls whose only emotion seems to be pure angst." He said shrugging. "Werewolves though, they really are that hot" he said winking at one of the girls who almost snapped her neck looking up at him the second the word werewolves was out of his lips.

The guy scowled at him.

"Alright so your homework tonight is to bring me in a paper. Just a slip of paper with the name of any supernatural creature you'd like to be, you can write it now, you can write it when you get to class tomorrow, just do yourself a favor and write it.

His students groaned.

"And if everyone in the class does their homework for a week I will buy you pizza. Real pizza not the shit from the cafeteria."

That got everyone's attention.

"Alright I'll see you all bright and early tomorrow" he said with a grin as the bell rang signaling the end of his class period.

Stiles laughed slightly to himself, tugging at his tie that was much too tight and settling down at his computer, he was going to have to work his ass off to make sure that these kids not only liked him, but also respected him.

Some days he regretted insisting to his father that "of course I know what I'm doing dad," and "No I wouldn't rather teach in California, New York is where I can do real well."

His thoughts were interrupted by a medium height, dark haired student whose face was turned down into a frown.

"Mr. Stilinski"

"Yes um…" he searched his mind for the name, "uh, Derek?" he asked, the boy nodded.

Right Derek, one of his sets of twins. Him and his sister, uh, Laurie, Laura, something like that.

"I have a question about the book" Derek said; head ducked and words not coming out quite clear.

Stiles quirked an eyebrow. "we start reading it tomorrow, if you're worried about not being able to read some of the content I'll be reading most of it out loud so you don't have to worry.." he said trying to give the boy a reassuring smile. Except he was distracted by how ridiculously attractive this particular student was.

He tried to remember which class Derek was in. he was almost positive it was the senior class that had just left. Which didn't nessacaraly make ogling the kid any more okay, just a bit more legal?

"I've already read it."

Stiles stared at him, surprised. "Derek, I've only given it out today."

Derek blushed

That shouldn't be okay. Stiles' brain swam, That was just; it wasn't okay for a student of his to be that attractive there should be a rule that they had to graduate before becoming miraculously—hot.

"I've read it before" Derek mumbled

Stiles couldn't stop himself from grinning, "Well then" he said gesturing to the seat beside him. "Ask away."

Stiles knew somewhere in the back of his mind that he should tell the kid that he'd see him tomorrow. Except for some reason he couldn't make himself do that. Derek was obviously smart, this wasn't an easy text to read by any stretch of the imagination and the fact that he had already read it before the class even began just lead Stiles to believe that he was all the more intelligent.

Of course, this was really all the more reason to tell him to go away. Stiles liked smart people, Stiles liked attractive people, Stiles was beginning to like Derek.

Stiles wasn't allowed to like his students because he knew all too well how quickly liking someone can turn to liking someone.

He didn't turn him away.

Instead he invited Derek to sit and spent the next hour pouring over the book. Comparing favorite passages. Derek came out of his shell a little, not much. Still speaking in small sentences, only responding when spoken to, but when he spoke sometimes he smiled.

Stiles pretended that he was only happy because he was helping to aid a student in reaching their full potential, not because Derek had a breathtaking smile.

Something shifted in the air though when the bell rang, Derek tensed and frantically threw all of his things together and barreled to the door. He only turned around briefly to mutter thank you, which left Stiles feeling very confused and ridiculously guilty for spending his entire planning period with Derek.

He sat at his desk a moment before pushing himself forcefully out of his seat and marching to the guidance office.

"I've done something stupid." He groaned throwing himself into the abused couch in the corner of Lydia's cramped office.

"Was it stupider than dragging me from beautiful Beacon Hills California, to this shit hole of a city?" she asked, pen perpetually stuck between her brightly glossed lips, "because I doubt you can get much worse than that."

Stiles groaned throwing his arm over his eyes, "somehow I seem to have managed." He mumbled into the skin of his elbow.

Lydia laughed, "it can't be that bad Stiles."

"I…" Stiles shut his mouth; he wasn't sure saying it out loud would make it any better.

"What Stiles it's not like you've gone and slept with a student or anything." Lydia joked, laughing her high pitched angelic laugh.

Stiles stayed silent.

"Oh my god Stiles you didn't!" she exclaimed lobbing a stress ball at his face.

"Whoa, calm your tits Lydia! God, No I didn't sleep with him!"

Lydia smirked, "but you wanted to?"

Stiles flushed, "that, it's— it's not like that."

Lydia rolled his eyes, "Stiles it is the third day of school how have you already managed to fall in love with a god damn student. You do realize how stupid this is right?"

"it's not like I meant to!" he exclaimed throwing his hands up in the air, "it's not like I woke up this morning and went hmm I want to be a total Pedo today I think I'm going to meet the perfect guy oh and let's not forget to make him 18 fucking years old!" he said dramatically. "And I'm not in love, I am simply enamored with his face, and smile, and intellect and—shut up" he said glaring at Lydia's knowing smirk.

"I didn't say anything" Lydia replied, rolling her eyes. "he is at least 18 right, like you checked before making gaga eyes over him for however long you did."

Stiles blushed, beat red— flushed from head to toe and god damn it he was a grown man he shouldn't be blushing anymore.

"Er…"

Lydia rolled her eyes, "now I see why you came to see me"

Stiles, If possible blushed even deeper… "I—uh…"

Lydia laughed, spinning herself around in her chair to face her desktop that was adorned with small purple flowers and had the saying 'never frown, someone could be falling in love with your smile' scrawled across the top in cursive.

"What's his name?" Lydia prompted.

Stiles held his breath a moment, saying it out loud about a hypothetical student had been one thing. This was different. This was admitting that he Stiles creeper Stilinski had a crush on Derek Hale.

Who was a student.

Of his.

Like his actual student.

He was going to die of so many different levels of embarrassment it wasn't even funny.

"Derek Hale." He muttered almost under his breath.

"I'm sorry I didn't catch that." Lydia taunted.

"Derek Hale you jerk." Stiles repeated louder, staring expectantly at Lydia who slowly tapped her fingers, typing as slowly as she possibly could. Stiles knew, he had seen Lydia write a hundred words a minute, typing Derek's name into the school database should not take this freaking long.

"Come on Lyds; just tell me if I'm a pedophile or a stupid huge pedophile.

Panic filled his head as she froze, mouse hovering over information that he couldn't quite make out from his position.

"I'm going to be fired" his mind supplied, "watch he's a freshman, watch me have objectified a fourteen year old boy who just wanted help from his teacher."

"He's a senior." Lydia chirped, continuing to scroll her way down the page.

She froze halfway down, face paling.

"Stiles." She said, dread and panic filling her voice.

Stiles was too busy breathing out a sigh of relief to notice Lydia's panic. He didn't have to resign; he probably should anyway because he was going to end up being that creepy old teacher that none of the students wanted because he made them feel uncomfortable by staring at their asses.

"Stiles!" Lydia repeated, louder this time causing his head to snap back up, her voice was cracked and worn thin. Like little butter over too much bread, like it was taking all of her effort to even speak. "Stiles I know this kid."

Stiles rolled his eyes slightly; he didn't get what was so surprising about that. Sure school had only been in session for a few days but it wasn't that improbable that she had seen him. "Okay so he's been sent to the guidance office." He reasoned.

Lydia shook her head harshly. "He's Peter Hale's nephew."