Chapter 2;

Stiles POV;

I had just pulled out my timetable when a hand grabbed my shoulder. I grabbed the hand and pulled it behind the person.

"oww...seriously dude, if you have a problem with me just say so, don't beat me up" that all too familiar voice said.

"oh crap..i'm sorry I didn't..i thought you were...i'm sorry" I let go of his arm and hurried off in the opposite direction.

"wait hang on" Derek caught up with me "I'm sorry about about Jackson he doesn't think before some kind of s.."

"Don't apologise for him" I said.

"Ok thanks" Derek said smiling "your different you know that" There he goes again staring into my eyes like he was searching my soul. "err.. do you know where B17 is I have chemistry with uhh Mr Harris"

"Yeah thats where i'm going now, i'll walk you" Derek started walking so I followed.

I followed him into B17 and Derek told me not to talk to the teacher, as he is always grumpy on a monday first period. I sat next to Derek as the only other seat was next to Jackson and Lydia making out. I grabbed my notebook and pen and wrote what Sir was writing on the board.

"I heard theres a new trouble maker in the class to add to my already growing list" Harris said "would that student please come up here"

I stood up slowly, but Derek grabbed my arm "only answer his questions nothing else ok?" I nooded then walked up to his desk.

"What's your name?"

" Stilinski" I replied.

"Are you related to John Stilinski?"

"Yeah" I gulped getting rid of the lump in my throat "he was my father"

"It's yes, not yeah" god what is it pick on the new kid "what do you mean?" Harris asked curiously "was"

The lump had returned and my eyes started to water, I looked down to the floor and took a difficult breath. I was just about to answer then I heard a gasp. I turned and saw Derek thow a piece of paper at Lydia and Jackson.

"It's a chemistry lesson not make chemistry yourself" Derek complained.

"Aww you jealous cause there's no guy out there that wants you, I mean come on even Danny didn't want you and he's always talking about your abs." Jackson said.

"Surely thats worth a detention right? Sir?" Lydia whined.

"No" Harris replied "I am waiting for him to answer my question" He pointed at me.

"Who's 'he'" I said "the cats freeking mother, 'he' has a name" there were some ooh's and 'you got told' coming from the other student but I was staring at Harris.

"Answer my question, we are not leaving until you do" this caused more groans from the class.

This is when I snapped "He died 4 years ago, after being held captive and tortured. You happy I answered you question now? If you were so concerned why don't you google it"

I went back to my table grabbed my bag and started towards the door "Now i'm leaving and you cant stop me" Harris started toward me. "Take one more step and I will hurt you" I carried on walking out the door. Tears streaming down my face and at this moment I didn't care.

Derek POV;

"Lydia go after him and get him back here" Harris demanded.

"errmm no I don't even know him" Lydia replied.

Such babies I thought to myself. I pushed my chair back causeing it to scrape the floor and get everyone's attention. I got up and walked out the room searching for Stiles slamming the door shut behind me.

I found Stiles sitting on the floor outside the classroom. "Are you okay?" I asked.

"yeah i'm good, just great" He replied

"okayyy" I dragged the kayy sound "no need to get snappy"

"What are you doing here?" Stiles sniffled.

Ha. now thats a good question, why did I jump up to come and find him? "well, I was kind of hoping we were friends so I thought I better come and see if you were okay" I got up and started walking back towards the classroom. Stiles jumped up and grabbed my arm. "where are you going?" he asked eyes boring into mine.

Now this was the side of Stiles I liked. "Well I was going to go back to class and tell everyone you topped yourself" Stiles started laughing "see I know how to get you in a better mood right?"

"yeah, you sure do" Stiles had managed to stop laughing by then. "Earlier you said I was different, what did you mean?"

"Well most normal kids, heavy emphasis on the normal by the way" I said "come here and become best friends with the first 'popular' person they see, but you, your different"