Hey everyone and welcome to chapter 2,

Where Stiles gets introduced and is somewhat of a badass, and where Derek does something to make a point.

Thanks for all those who have put this story on a alert and faved, and the two, who reviewed...I'd like more reviews, but I guess two is better then a poke in the eye with a sharp stick.

Also I have a question for you Teen Wolf fans. Just recently a Teen Wolf novel has come out called Fire..or On Fire (looks it up in the Season 1 DVD set), anyways i was wondering how many have read it and if you have was worth reading? I'm just curious? I have read a number of Supernatual tie in novels that were decent so i was wondering if this one was also decent?

I have another question as well, Do you guess like these long chapters? I know the next chapter is really really long so i was wondering if you liked the shorter chapters or the longer ones?

~Kai

No Name Face

Chapter Two

"Derek!" A long paused followed as Derek rolled over and slammed the pillow over his head to block out the incessant yelling of his cousin, "Derek!" the shouting continued and he groaned and looked over at the wall clock that read 7:15. The time caused his to groan again pull the sheets up and over his head.

"Derek! Wake the hell up! We have to be at school in twenty minutes!" Laura's voice was now louder as she shouted from the other side of his closed bedroom door.

"Fine! I'm getting up!" He yelled back as he tossed the sheets off his head, got up, and stumbled sleepily over to the small closet, where his few clothing possessions hung. Quickly he yanked a grey v-neck t-shirt off the hook and pulled it over his head and he stripped out of his sweats and into a pair of dark denim jeans. Then over his jeans he pulled on a handsome looking black sport coat, which had been considered part of his signature look, once upon a time.

"Derek, I'm leaving in about ten minutes. Be ready!" She shouted again and Derek huffed out a long breath of annoyance, but nodded his head up and down in understanding. Even though, there was no one there to see it anyways.

Derek paced back to the unmade futon and slumped down on it. His light blue eyes scanned his small room once more, until they fell upon his worn guitar case. A small smile appeared across his lips as he reached over towards it and unclasped the latch, letting it swing open and to reveal the guitar that had started it all for him. It was light brown, and had faded with time and exposure to the sun, not to mention the extremely hot stage lights at concerts, too numerous to count.

He gripped the neck tightly and gently hoisted it from the case. Slowly he stood up and grabbed the strap slipping it over his shoulder. He hesitantly began strumming the out of tune strings, not caring in the slightest that they were. His fingers absently formed chords on their own, as he also continued to strum. Until Laura's voice sounded once more and brought him crashing back to his new and harsh reality.

With a loud sigh Derek slipped the guitar's strap off his shoulder, and placed it back gently into its case before he trudged out of his room and up the stairs to the house's small kitchen.

He looked around, surprised to find the kitchen deserted as he looked out the kitchen's front window, where he saw Laura was already sitting in her compacted blue Honda CRX. When Laura spotted him in the window she began to honk her horn, indicating that she wanted him to get a move on.

Derek rolled his eyes as he marched outside, locking the front door before he continued on to his cousin's car. He rolled his eyes at her when he slid into the passenger side of the small car.

"Here, my mom wanted you to have this." Laura said as she tossed a small cell phone into Derek's lap. "Don't lose it, or you'll have to replace it. I learned that the hard way last year." She said in an offhanded tone.

Derek nodded his head and began to examine the phone. It was a simple not like any of the smart phones he had grown use to, but he wasn't going to complain a phone was a phone.

She just shrugged her shoulders and threw the car into reverse and backed down the driveway, and that was how Derek's first day started.

Derek trudged aimlessly across the school's large campus, which was reminded Derek of a river because all the students seemed to act like they were fish spawning either up or down stream.

He continued to trudge, having lost Laura in the crowd of people quiet quickly, not that he cared too much. He'd be able to catch up with her later. He finally found himself outside the registration office, and paced inside. The room was deserted and small, with only one to large for the room sized desk and a small table with a small white coffee maker across from it.

He scanned the room again, looking around seeing if he could spot any sign of life. He couldn't seem to, so he let out a sigh as he turned and exited the small room. His meandering continued not paying attention to where he was walking and bumped into someone.

Derek stumbled backwards, "Shit! Watch where you're going!" he cursed as he tried to regain his lost balance, while turning a harsh glared to the figure he had collided with.

The figure was of average height with squared shoulders, and a young boyish looking face. On the top of his head was crew cut of chestnut brown hair. He also had a piercing pair of brown eyes that had a startling shine. Yet, overall he seemed completely ordinary, but there was something about him that made Derek think he was anything but ordinary and Derek didn't know why.

Derek felt his mouth go instantly dry as he quickly looked away and down at the floor. This had never had never happened to him before. Quickly he regained his composer and looked back at the guy.

The guy just rolled his eyes, "Sorry." He then mumbled patronizingly, which caused Derek to scowl at him and Derek was just about to tell the guy off, when another voice sounded.

"Stiles!"

Both guys turned slightly as they heard the voice. It belonged to a pretty girl with long strawberry blonde that hung in graceful ringlets. Derek snuck a quick glance back at the guy he could only perceive to be Stiles because he surely wasn't.

As the girl approached Stiles, her eyes widened in surprise as she realized Derek stood next to him, with a blank look stretched across his face.

"Stiles, who's your friend?" She asked as a bright smile spread across her face as reached out her hand for Derek to shake.

"He's not…" Stiles' voice was cut off by Derek interrupting him with his most charming smile.

"Derek, it's a pleasure to meet you." He said as he took her hand, but instead of shaking it brought it up to his lips and gave her knuckles a light kiss. She blushed brightly and giggled, which made Stiles's body tense beside Derek's. Derek smirked and released the girl's hand.

"I'm Lydia and you seem to have already met Stiles." She said cheerfully and Derek just nodded his head in agreement. "You must be new since I don't believe I've seen you around campus before. Where are you from?" She asked excitedly and just shrugged indifferently as Stiles rolled his eyes clearly annoyed that the attention Derek was getting.

"I'm actually from around here, but I've lived in New York for a while and considered it to be more of my home then anywhere else." A sly passed across Derek's lips as he watched Lydia's eyes grow wide in surprise.

"Wow, that's so cool. Don't you think that's cool Stiles?" Lydia asked as she turned to address Stiles, who just grumbled his agreement.

"Yeah… the freaking coolest."

Derek looked up at him with a cocky smirk and winked as he turned back to Lydia, "Do you think I could trouble you?" he asked her sweetly and quickly Lydia nodded her head up and down.

"Of course, what do you need help with?" she said sweetly and Derek sighed and rubbed the back of his neck in a nervous fashion.

Well, if it wouldn't be too much trouble, maybe you could help show me around. I was mostly homeschooled, so I never had a chance to go to a regular school before so..." His voice trailed off and Lydia gave him a sympathetic look, while Stiles just rolled his eyes once more.

"No, of course, that wouldn't be a trouble at all. Now, how about I just go get your schedule?" She said sweetly as turned and walked back into the registration office where Derek had found little to no help in just a few minutes prior, leaving Derek and Stiles alone with each other.

"I know what you're doing, and you need to stop." Stiles spit as Derek just gave him an innocent expression as he shook his head.

"I have no idea what you're talking about.' Derek said, sounding appalled at Stiles accusation.

"You're trying to get in good with Lydia. Well I'm telling you to stop it. She's a good person and she doesn't need any pop star wannabe dragging her down." Stiles said in a dark tone.

Derek tensed slightly at the pop star comment. Had he already been found out that quickly? Would he have to pack up and leave and find yet another place to start anew? Maybe he was just over thinking things and it was just a petty comment?

Derek swallowed a large lump in his throat as his brows furrowed, "You don't know the first thing about me. So don't pretend that you do. Because, you want to know something, if I was good enough to be a pop star, why the hell would I come to bum-fuck town like this?" Derek hissed and Stiles bristled and reached out grabbing the collar of Derek's sport coat.

"I'm back." Lydia announced and quickly Stiles released his grip, shoving Derek away harshly. Derek stumbled slightly and looked over at Lydia and waved in a pleasant manner, which made Stiles study him with a puzzled expression. "Is something wrong?" Lydia then added as she noticed the awkwardness between the two of them.

Derek looked back over at Stiles, with a wide smile spread across his face as he shook his head, "No, of course not. Stiles was just telling me, what a great town this was and that I'd fit right in, in no time." Derek said cheerfully, which made Stiles give him another confused look.

"I'm sure you will too, and look. I have your schedule right here." She said brightly as she handed Derek a white piece of paper. His eyes scanned it hastily and he nodded in approval.

"Thank you, Lydia." He said sincerely as he held out the crook of his arm to her. She giggled and slipped her own arm through it.

"I'll see you later Stiles." She called over her shoulder as she lead Derek down the hall pointing at various classrooms as they walked past. For some reason Derek looked over his shoulder back at Stiles, who had a sad expression stretched across his face as he watched them walk down the hall away from him.

Derek felt something odd at the moment, but ignored it as he turned his attention back to Lydia, who was telling him where the best seats were in the cafeteria, and where the art wing was located.

When lunch time rolled around Derek took a seat next to Lydia, who had offered to have him eat lunch with her because he didn't really know anyone else yet. He had agreed, and had watched Stiles glower at him as he had taken his seat beside Lydia.

"Hey, Stiles." Lydia said happily as she reached over and touched his hand. A bright blush spread across Stiles's cheeks as he looked down at the table in a feeble attempt to hide it. "Derek, let me introduce you to the rest of the group."

Derek looked down at the end of table at the others, who had begun gathering there.

"Down at the end is Scott and his girl, who is next to Stiles, Alison. They cause the most trouble around here, but we all love them anyways. Sitting across from you is Danny, who is best friends with Jackson, who is sitting on Stile's other side." Lydia rattled them off and Derek scanned the group, where each one gave him a flippant wave of acknowledgement, but still paid him little mind.

"It's nice to meet you all." Derek said pleasantly, which made Jackson, Scott, and Stiles roll their eyes as they turned their attention back to the food in front of them.

"Hello Derek." Danny said brightly as he reached his hand out across the table for Derek to shake.

"Come on Danny, save your breath. He obviously wants to get in good with Lydia, so clearly he doesn't play for your team." Jackson chuckled and Danny's cheeks turned a bright crimson.

"I wasn't trying…" Danny voice was cut off abruptly as Derek gripped his hand and pulled Danny forward, slamming their lips together in the process. Danny let out a startled squeak and Derek pulled away, a wide smirk spread across his face as a breathless Danny slumped back into his chair. Danny was still bright red, but now for a completely different reason.

"I wouldn't go around presuming anything because I play for both teams. Sounds familiar don't it?" Derek said to Jackson, who glared darkly at before he got up from the table and hurried away. Danny looked over at Derek quickly and then got up from the table, hurrying after Jackson.

"I think I'm going like this guy." Alison chuckled as he tossed a handful of whoppers into her mouth before she turned back and continued her conversation she was having with Scott.

"Wow, you made quite an impression and it's only your first day." Lydia laughed lightly and Derek pursed his lips feeling suddenly uncomfortable.

"Well thank you for showing me around campus Lydia, but I think I've got the hang of where everything is." Derek said quickly as he got up and hurried out of the cafeteria.

He made it outside before he tipped his head up towards the sky and closed his eyes. He was doing a crappy job at blending in, which was what he had promised himself that he would do. Yet, at that moment when he had kissed Danny, his first thought had just been to stir the pot. Now that he thought about, with his head more cleared, he realized that it had been to prove a point. A point, to show that he wasn't just into girls, but why had he thought this was important to express?

It hadn't been to show anyone at the table, or had it? Derek sighed as he felt the drumming of a headache begin at the back of his head.

What a great way to make a new impression!

Derek sighed as he quickly discovered that he had also left his phone on the table next to Lydia. He began to meander around the campus because he still had a good fifteen-twenty minutes before the lunch period was over and he had no desire to see any of the group at this moment. He'd make time to retrieve it after the bell rang and they all went to their respective classes.

In the middle of his wandering, he accidently stumbled upon the music room.

The room was an odd oval shape with wide carpeted steps that were terraced up leading to the percussion section that had various sized tympanis, bells some small, which made them look more like the wooden xylophones they sat next, and some large that stood upright and tall. Off to the side was a large red bass drum, with its mallet resting on top of it. Then a small row consisting of three snare drums stood beside the bass drum.

Drum sticks littered the floor around the drums, and Derek rolled his eyes as he continued to scan the room. The small conductors podium that stood in the front was a hallow wooden box, that would maybe made the music two or three inches taller, which was more or less irrelevant with the room being terraced.

Finally in the corner he spotted a black electric guitar, probably used when the jazz band performed, but that didn't really concern Derek as he waltzed over to it. He plucked each of the stings and cringed as the notes sounded, and all of them were very out of tune.

He sighed and hoisted the guitar off its stand and swung the strap over his shoulder and quickly began to adjust the pitch of the stings by ear. As soon as he finished tuning the guitar, he absently began strumming chords and before he knew his chords formed into a song.

"And I am done with my graceless heart…So tonight I'm gonna cut it out and then restart…'Cause I like to keep my issues strong…It's always darkest before the dawn" Derek, half sung, half mumbled the words as he strummed getting completely lost in the song. "And it's hard to dance with a devil on your back…And given half the chance would I take any of it back…It's a fine romance but it's left me so undone…It's always darkest before the dawn."

"You know, you're pretty good." Derek froze as he turned around to face Stiles, who was leaning in the doorway of the music room.

"I have been told I was decent." Derek mumbled as he pulled the guitar's strap back over his head, and gently cradled the guitar back into its stand.

"Generally, I don't mind people fucking with Jackson, but he's been in the closet about Danny for forever, and I think you might have gotten through to him that Danny could end up with another if he wasn't careful." Stiles said and Derek raised an eyebrow.

"Wow, great! I'm so happy I could help out your closet case of a friend." Derek muttered sarcastically as he tried to march past Stiles, without looking him in the eye.

"Wait!" Stiles said as he reached over and grabbed Derek's shoulder. He flinched and yanked it away.

"Don't touch me." He breathed out in a soft breath and Stiles stared at him, completely stunned at his reaction.

"What are you so scared of? All I wanted to do was return your phone to you." Stiles said in a low voice. Derek opened his mouth to deny the question, but no words came. He finally just shook his head at a loss as he hesitantly held out his hand to accept his phone.

Stiles rolled his eyes and placed it into the palm of his hand, and then lucky enough for Derek the bell rang. Lunch period was over.

Song Featured:Shake it Out By: Florence and the Machine