Chapter 2

"So I really wasn't sure if I should get super dressed up because it's the first day. You know what I mean? I don't want to look like I'm trying too hard." Scott said from the passenger seat of my Jeep.

As usual I picked Scott up for school and we would meet Danny there. Scott was in the process of fixing up some motorcycle that he was going to start riding this year, but until the rest of the parts came in I was his ride. Not that I minded.

Last night I had managed to get both of my friends home before they could get in trouble. Me on the other hand? My dad had been waiting up for me and was less than pleased that I wasn't home until almost one in the morning the night before school started. Luckily he was lenient and I didn't get in trouble. But this morning I sure did get the biggest lecture I've ever heard.

"So who was that guy last night?" Scott asked randomly.

I stopped at the red light and then looked at him. "What guy?" I ask.

Scott rolls his eyes and blows his breath. "What guy?" He says mimicking me. "You know what guy Stiles! The guy you were outside the club with when Danny and I found you!"

I pressed on the gas when the light turned green and remained silent for a moment. An instant flashback of everything that had taken place last night comes into my head and I can't help the smile that takes over my face.

"He's just a guy I met when I couldn't find you and Danny. He walked outside with me to look for you guys when I thought you guys had left me." I lied.

Scott nodded and he seemed to have believed everything I said. "He was cute. Did you get his number?"

I sighed because I hadn't. I realized when I was getting ready for bed last night that I hadn't even gotten his last name! "No I didn't. But like I said it was just some guy I met, no big deal."

We pulled into the parking lot of Beacon Hills High School, and as always it was filling up as it got closer to being time for school to start. I parked in a spot close to the back, right next to Danny's car, which he was sitting in waiting for us.

Scott and I grabbed our backpacks and got out of the car, Danny following suit. "Good morning ladies." Danny said cheerfully.

"Well hello princess." I said with a smirk. Danny smiled and then shoved me playfully. "Ready for another year of hell?"

Scott wedged himself in between Danny and I and threw his arms over both of our shoulders. "C'mon guys, lets make the best of this year! Who knows, we might all end up with boyfriends or something!"

I roll my eyes at Scott's optimism as we start walking toward the front steps of the school.

"Awe, look who we have here." A wicked tone came from behind us. It was Jackson. "Cutest princesses I have ever seen."

We all turn around and as usual pull an unamused face. "Jackson, it's so great to see you again. How was your summer?" I saw with faux-sentiment.

"Well, Stilinski if you must know, I spent the summer in Long Beach, fucking any and everything with a pulse." He smirked.

I rolled my eyes. "Wow, that's so impressive, you must've owned that place." Sarcasm was dripping from every word.

"You know it." He smirked. "I'd be willing you show you everything I learned if you're up for it." He blew a kiss my way.

"I'm so flattered." I deadpanned. "I'll definitely get back to you on that one."

He smirked and chuckled a bit before walking away from us towards his athlete friends. Even though he was completely repulsive, the three of us couldn't help but watch as he walked away and greeted his other idiotic friends.

"God why does he have to be so damn hot, but such a dick?" Danny sighed.

"I guess that's how things work in this world." Scott replied before pushing us up the stairs and into the main hallway.

We walked and talked a little about what we wanted to do this year as far as extracurriculars. Danny and Scott were both going to play lacrosse again this year. I had played for two years, but this year I decided to give it up in exchange for an extra art class.

"You know an extra art isn't going to change how amazingly talented you are Stiles." Scott said, trying for the millionth time since summer started to convince me to still play.

I laughed as I entered the combination to my locker. "Yes Scott I understand that, but by next year I'm going to need a large portfolio if I'm going to apply for art school and I won't have time to build it if I'm too busy tackling brutes all year."

"Whatever." Scott sighed as they waited for me.

I put some of my stuff into my locker and then shut the door. "Do you guys know what class you have first period?"

"English." They said in unison.

I smiled. "Looks like we have at least one class together."

"Awesome!" Danny said high fiving Scott. "I just hope whoever this new teacher is isn't a hardass. I was honestly looking forward to having English with Mr. Alan."

We started walking toward the room of our first class as the bell signaled to go to class. "What happened to him anyways?" I ask.

"Well rumor has it he got a new job somewhere by the shore. But then I also heard that he got a DUI this summer and was forced to take a leave of absence for a while."

Mr. Alan with a DUI—something I could definitely see. But I had to agree that I was looking forward to having him for English, because he was an easy teacher. It would've been one less class for me to actually stress about. Hopefully whoever this new teacher is isn't hard.

We walk into the class and look around to find seats by each other. In the front row there are three desks, two side by side and one behind one of the empty ones, and we decided to take those. Danny and I take the two empty ones in the front side by side, and Scott sits behind Danny, to the left of me. The class fills up, but there is no sign of the teacher yet.

"Hey Stiles, don't hate me, but can I borrow a pen?" Scott asks.

I roll my eyes. "Really Scott? The first day and you're already unprepared."

He just shrugs and says nothing else. I lean over the side of my desk and rummage through my backpack to get supplies for myself as well as the pen for Scott. I heard the door open and then close just as the final bell rung.

"Good morning class." I deep voice said. I pulled out my binder and set it on my desk. I look at the front of the class and the new teacher is writing his name on the board.

"Stiles, my pen!" Scott whispered.

I roll my eyes and go back to getting him a pen.

"My name is Mr. Hale, and this is AP English 3." The teacher spoke again.

I grab the pen and hand it to Scott and then sit upright again, looking at the new teacher. My jaw instantly dropped when I saw him. His eyes landed on mine, and the smile he was wearing instantly fell.

"Holy shit." He mumbled, loud enough for the class to hear and everyone chuckled. Everyone but me.

It was Derek.

A/N: Thank you so much for the feedback I have gotten so far! I am having fun writing this one and I already have a lot done. Any mistakes are naturally my own. So if you haven't figured it out yet there is a little bit of OOC in Stiles and I hope you're okay with that. The plot is going to pick up soon. Lots of interesting turns I have planned! Review and tell me what you're thinking so far and feel free to leave suggestions and predictions for me, I love to read them! Next chapter probably tomorrow.