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Chapter 1

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"Do you realize that everyone in this school thinks you and Mr. Hale are fucking?"

"Excuse me?"

It is crazy how fate can take control of your entire life and you would never know. It's possible that you are not in control right now. You could be on a crazy pathway to the end of your life, while all the decisions you make, don't matter. Because once fate grabs you, it never lets go until it has reached its own goal.

If I knew that the moment I started becoming a teacher, that fate would grab me, I would've reconsidered. I would have changed my plan, changed my life, but I didn't. I was never aware of the constant hand on my shoulder or the invisible figure shoving me in all directions. My second year of teaching, I still didn't know, but fate was about to set me free.

"Who's the new guy?"

"What new guy?" I asked Lydia, another teacher here at Beacon Hills, and maybe even a little lover of mine.

"His name is Derek Hale, teaches Chemistry." She said.

"I don't know, I didn't even know we needed a new chemistry teacher." I laughed.

My eyes wandered over to the other side of the room. Sitting in a chair was an unknown person who I figured was Derek. I felt like I should've introduced myself, but there was no time. The bell sounded, notifying us to get to class.

That was a year ago.

That brings us back to the end of my first class of the second semester. Scott, a student in my class approached me. It's hard to admit that Scott was my favorite student, but he was, so when I heard this, it was kind of weird.

"Do you realize that everyone in this school thinks you and Mr. Hale are fucking?"

"Excuse me?" I stuttered.

"You and Mr. Hale, total chemistry there." Scott laughed at his unintended pun.

"How? I haven't even met the guy."

He shrugged and ran out towards his next class. What the hell? I felt completely awkward the whole duration of the next class. Did these kids think I was fucking the Chemistry teacher as well? I mean, I was still with Lydia. It has gotten a little tense lately, but we were still together. But damn, we haven't had sex in weeks. The whole relationship is getting a little dry. She's into all this couple stuff and it is annoying.

Six hours later, it was the end of the day and I started walking toward my car. An unexpected person was waiting for me there.

"Derek?" I asked, kind of self-conscious because I felt like everyone was watching.

"Are you aware that some students believe we are partaking in some… um," he paused," sexual activity?"

"Yes. I am aware. And talking to me at my car isn't really convincing them otherwise."

He looked a little shocked. I can see why though, I was a little abrasive. It worked though, he moved aside, I got in my car, and drove away. When I got home, there was a letter in my door. From the writing, I instantly knew it was Lydia. I opened it when I got inside, and it was the last thing I wanted it to be about.

Dear Stiles,

I don't do well with people lying to me. I don't appreciate that you have been lying to me our entire relationship. Let's face it, I'm your beard. You are gay and you need to stop lying. This me saying goodbye.

Lydia

Why is everyone constantly telling me I am gay? I'm not. I may be slightly attracted to Hale, but I am not gay.

I got to school early the next morning, just to talk to Lydia. I found her alone in the teacher's lounge. She was crying.

"Lydia? Why are you crying baby?" I asked softly.

She jumped when she heard me and quickly got to her feet. She wiped her eyes and started to glare at me.

"Why are you glaring at me?" I asked again.

"Oh why am I glaring at you? How about the fact you have been screwing the new chemistry teacher! Who just so happens to have a penis! You've been stringing me along this entire time. That's why I am glaring at you."

I stood in silence. Mouth wide open. I was angry, annoyed, but not at Lydia or the naïve students at this school. No, I was mad at a guy I didn't even know. Derek. I hated that guy. It was stupid of me to dislike the guy. He seemed really great. Nice smile, always seemed to make our colleagues laugh. But that damn dick of his keeps getting in the way. Why couldn't he be a woman. Then I would be saved some of the embarrassment

In the middle of first period, I looked up at my class to see Scott staring at me. He smiled, winked, and looked back down. At that exact moment, the bell sounded, allowing Scott to come up and talk to me.

"Hey Mr. Stilinski."

"Scott, just say it."

"Is he good, you know, in bed?" He asked, kind of childishly.

"Scott, I am not fucking the chemistry teacher." I whispered, hoping no one else would catch my language.

"Mr. Stilinski, you are obviously gay. And Isaac is sure Derek is too-

"Isaac?"

"Yeah, my boyfriend, he has Mr. Hale for third period chemistry."

The bell rang again. Scott ran out toward his next class as I sat in confusion. Other students started sitting down in their seats and I realized, that I have to teach. Eh, I'll just give them a worksheet.

I was looking around at the class, and when my eyes reached the door, I saw Derek standing there. I got out of my chair, and despite the looks on the adolescent teen's faces, I went out to talk to him.

"What do you want?" I half-asked, half-demanded. I silently scolded myself at the amount of anger that arose in my voice.

He took a step back and quietly said," I know you don't like me because of the rumours going around. I just want you to know that these two kids, Scott and Isaac-"

"Yeah, they think we are actually having a secret affair, and they think we are both gay, blah blah blah." I laughed as if it was a completely stupid idea.

"They are kind of right." He informed me as he walked away.

Wow, Derek is gay. I don't know why, but it just made me even angrier towards him. Him being a damn fag is making everyone think I am one too.

Scott thinks I am one too. Do I act a certain way that makes me seem flamboyant? I have never tried being with another man. Maybe I should just fuck Derek and be done with it. That's it. That is what I am going to do.

After school, it was my turn to wait at his car. When he came up to me, he had a huge scowl on his face.

"Move." He stated so firm that it made me stand up straight.

"What happened to the good old happy Derek?" I asked.

"He left. Now move."

I did as such and I ran around his car and jumped into the passenger seat. He laughed at my childish enthusiasm, but went right back to his scowl.

"What do you want?" He demanded.

"Well, since everyone is thinking we are fucking each other senseless, I decided 'hey, why don't we actually fuck each other senseless'"

He started the car and we were off to his apartment.

I walked in to his apartment to see… well, nothing. Excluding the couch, a kitchen, and a television. And everything was spotless.

I was dragged to his bedroom and once again, everything was clean and there was nothing but the typical bedroom things. The bed looked nice though. Especially, when I was thrown into it.

Man was Derek gay.

He threw my shirt off and he took off his own and reality struck me hard. Literally. Hard.

I wasn't expecting to enjoy this as much as I am. Why does that feel so good? He kissed me gently, the opposite of what his appearance told me he was going to do. Our pants went off next and it was just us two, both wearing our underwear, with huge bulges.

I won't explain what happened next.

I woke up and I instantly realized what I had done. Based on the smell and the fact I was completely naked. Derek was not there though. He was gone. Not just from the bedroom, but the entire apartment. I was confused, but I quickly got ready for my day at school.

I was late to my first class, but that was not the worst part of that morning. The worst part was the realization that I was wearing the same clothes that I was wearing yesterday.

And Scott noticed too.

At the end of a really bad class, Scott paid me his usual after-class visit.

"So, Mr. Stilinski, anything you want to tell me?" He asked mischieviously.

"What? Nope." I lied. Really badly.

"Hmm. I could have sworn you are wearing the same clothes as yesterday and Isaac said he clearly saw you leave in Mr. Hale's car."

He turned to leave. But I managed to give him a wink and he smiled and ran off to tell his boyfriend of this newfound information.

I don't know what to think about last night. It was fun. I enjoyed it thoroughly, but it was incredibly wrong. I feel disgusting. I am scared that all other people know. I feel that every single one of my students are judging me. There was nothing about the sex that was bad. It was afterwards that I hated.

After everything was all said and done. We were both cleaned up and I saw Derek's face turned from a smile to yet another scowl. If it is possible it was even scowl-ier than usual. He laid down and that was the last I heard from him.

Until I got a call from the principal.

It was my free period and I was sitting in my classroom doing nothing. I got the call. I was being summoned to the principal's office for the first time in years. And when I got there, Derek was there as well.

"Stilinski! Please sit down." She told me as soon as I walked in.

I did just that and I glanced over at Derek. He looked drunk. Kind of sick.

"So. Do you two have anything to say?'

"No." Derek said instantly.

"Well, are you two fucking each other? Because there are some bets on whether or not you are and I want my damn money."

"What side did you bet on?" I asked, laughing, but also I was angered by the remark.

"I bet that you two were. I bet a hundred dollars. I want that back."

"Well, you won."

The principal just smiled.

"Are you okay?' I asked Derek as we left the office.

He turned around and he got into my face/.

"No. I'm not okay. Do you want to know why? Because I fucked you. I fucked you and you aren't even gay. Yeah, you were great, very great, but I don't do that kind of thing."

I smiled. I don't know why, but I smiled. It was probably a bad idea because he shoved me into a locker. He shoved me into a fucking locker.

"Hey it's not my fault that you did something you regr-" My sentence was cut off by his lips on mine as we were locked into a passionate kiss.

We parted, me wanting more. These days I don't know what I want. I don't know what my priorities are, but I do know that Derek cannot be one of them.

"I only regret it, because now I'm slowly falling in love with you." Derek whispered to me.

Oh crap.