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So, just warning you, this and the next chapter a a little short... but that's why I'm uploading them both in a day! :D ...Please don't kill me...

Derek was lying in bed, having just gotten out of the shower. His hand was cramping from signing his name on papers so many times.

He rolled over and turned off the table side lamp, only to have his cell phone ring seconds later. He groaned and picked up the vibrated annoyance, looking at the caller ID. 'Peter.'

"What?"

"Are you in bed?" There was pounding music in the background and someone was laughing loudly.

"Yeah."

"Derek, it's only 10 o'clock! What happened to your social life?"

"Peter, I have two high schoolers in my house-"

"That's more like it!"

Derek sighed. "Why are you calling me?"

"Okay, I'm at Trexx-"

"You're not gay."

"I get free drinks!"

"Senior discount?"

"Not funny. People think I'm hot and they want this bod, Derek. But I'm here at Trexx and guess who I saw."

"…Who?"

"Matt."

Derek groaned. Matt was his ex. He had never been introduced to the kids, so there was no awkwardness there, but they had been going out for a pretty long time. That was, until Derek had found out that he had three restraining orders for stalking. That was an awkward break up. "Why would I care?"

"He was talking about you."

"Like I care."

"Just thought you might wanna know."

"Well, I don't. Find some friends your own age, Peter. I'm going to bed."

"Fine, I'm gonna get my drink on then piss on your social life's grave!"
"Okay, you have fun with that."

"I will! Oh, and Derek?"

"What?"

"I love you!"

"…Good night, Peter."

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Derek walked through the all too familiar halls of Beacon Hills High. He inhaled sharply. It still smelled the same.

He kept walking until he reached room 114. It was a relatively large room with a heavy scent of drying paint. Drawings hung on the painted walls, which had everything from dragons to witches to animals. One wall was entirely dedicated to a large acrylic painting of a wolf stalking after a small girl in a red cape.

"Hello?" Derek called out, knocking lightly on the door.

A small yelp and several crashes answered him. "Oh, crap… Yeah, I'm in the back room!"

Derek walked in and slowly walked over to the little room in the back of the class. He smelt baking clay and fresh paint. There was a man reaching under a table for a brush that had rolled away. A small "Ah-ha!" told Derek that the man had grabbed it. He obviously hadn't noticed Derek was in the room with him, because when he accidentally bumped into Derek's leg, he jumped up and ended up smashing his head on the bottom of the table. He swore and stood, clutching his head.

"Hey," he said, holding out his free hand. "I'm Stiles Stilinski."

A wide grin spread across his stupidly cute face, showing his perfect teeth. Small moles spotted his cheeks and his light brown eyes shone with an optimism that was hard to find in high school teachers. But this man, when you looked at him, couldn't have been older than 28. He had short cropped hair and a plaid shirt with a Road Runner tie that said "Meep meep!"

Stiles just stared at him. "Okay, please shake my hand, I feel like a complete idiot."

Derek blinked and shook the man's hand. "Derek Hale, pleased to meet you."

"Yeah, nice to meet you, too." Stiles edged past Derek and scooted out the door, snapping his fingers rapidly. "Here, here, here… why are you here?" Before Derek could say anything, Stiles exclaimed "Right, Scott! You're here for Scott. And I've been meaning to ask, yesterday, when I called your house, a little girl picked up."

"Yes, that's my daughter, Erica."

"Erica Hale? Is she in high school yet?"

Derek shook his head. "No, Erica Reyes. She's in seventh grade. I believe you have her in study hall?"

Stiles closed his eyes and furrowed his eyebrows, thinking hard. "Oh yeah! Erica! She's kinda sassy…" he quickly looked at Derek. "But she's really nice and seems very social."

"Yeah, she spends way too much time with her godfather, Peter."

"So, what's with the different last names? Hale, McCall, Reyes?" Stiles asked, walking over to a sink. He turned on the water and started washing his hands. "Oh my god, that's like, really personal, isn't it? I'm so sorry; you don't have to answer it if you don't want to. I completely forgot to take my Adderall today."

Derek sat down in one of the many colored chairs. "No, it's fine. Scott was my best friend's son. God, he was so friggin' cute. He just had this huge grin on his face all the time… She named me godfather and about a year after he was born, she and her husband died in a car crash." Derek ignored the quiet "Oh my god" from Stiles and kept talking. "Scott was in third grade when Erica came to life with us. Erica's mother used to work at the vet's office with me. Her father died in war when Erica was four and when her mother found out, she couldn't take it. She said she was going Oregon to work out the funeral arrangements and asked me to watch her for a few days, so naturally, I agreed. I got a call a few days later saying she had hung herself in her hotel room, writing that I was to take care of Erica. I told her that her mom wasn't coming back. I've never had to tell someone that… Scott just sat with her on the couch and let her cry. They shared a bed for three months, they were so close. He had grown to love her and insisted that we let her stay forever. I wanted them to keep their last names so they would always have some of their parents with them... And here we are, eight years later."

Stiles had sat next to him, captivated. His big brown eyes shone with unshed tears.

And just like that, Derek snapped. "So, you wanted to talk about Scott?"

Stiles sniffed and stood up, clapping his hands together. "Yup, yup, yup. Scott. Great kid," he said, walking over to his desk to grab a piece of paper and a pen. He sat back down and continued "Really tries in art, so that's always a bonus. But it's not actually his classroom behavior I wanted to talk about, it's his… out-of-classroom behavior…" his eyes were bright red like he was still about to cry at any moment.

"Is he being bullied again?" Derek asked, shaking his head.

"No! God, no. Why, was he bullied?"

Derek just waved his hand dismissively. "Last year, there was a whole thing with another boy and-"

"Really? Because that's actually what I wanted to talk to you about."

"So he is being bullied?"

"…No."

"Then what's going on?"

"Does Scott have… homosexual tendencies?" Stiles asked, trying to word it properly, but failing horribly.

"No…? Why?"

"Okay. Does he have heterosexual tendencies?"

"No, not really. He's usually an open book, but I've never heard anything about either gender," Derek said, no sure where this was going. Stiles reeked of nervousness.

"Okay. Well, the other day… yesterday, actually, he ran into me after school and we got talking. He said that in the locker room, something happened."

Derek thought for a few moments, and then rage flared in his voice. "What. Happened," he asked, trying to keep control.

"Someone kissed him. Not against his will!" he added when he saw Derek's breathing become wilder. "It was just more of a surprise!"

"Who."

"Mr. Hale, Scott said he thinks he might like boys and-"

"WHO!?" Derek roared, standing up and slamming his fists on the table.

"He didn't want me to tell!"

Derek yelled and hoisted Stiles up by the arms, slamming him against the wall. He pinned the man to the wall and glared.

"Woah," was all he said.

Derek held Stiles there for a few moments and when it was clear he wasn't going to crack, set him down on his feet. He turned to leave but was stopped by a hand on his shoulder. Derek turned around and snarled. Stiles was unfazed. "Mr. Hale, you need to talk to Scott. He's so afraid of losing you."

Derek just shook the hand free and stormed out.

As soon as Derek had slammed the door shut, Stiles whipped out his cell phone and the parent index card Scott had brought in. He quickly dialed the number and prayed someone picked up.

After two rings, someone did.

"Hello?"

"Scott? It's Mr. Stilinski."

"Oh, hey, Mr. Stilinski! How… how did my dad take it?"

"He may or may not be coming home in a bad mood. And wow, his bad moods are... bad! Is your dad a…"

"Yeah, he is. Are you anti-werewolf?"

"Naw, it's just kinda weird if you have no warning. Well, I want you to call me if you need me, okay, Scott?"

"Okay."

"Seriously, I'll give you my cell phone number, just please? Don't give it out to the other students, I have limited texting and I don't want half of them going to Jackson telling him to knock it off."

"I have it here from when Erica wrote it down for my dad. Oops, I gotta go. He's home."

"Okay. Goodbye, Scott."

"Goodbye, Mr. Stilinski."

Stiles hung up and sighed. Geez, that guy was way too good-looking to be real. His dark hair stuck out in different spots, but somehow it worked for him. His dark eyes revealed nothing, which made Stiles want to know even more. He was way too freaking serious, though, but hey, Stiles always did like a challenge.

Sprry for any grammartical stupidness, this was written at a time that I didn't even know existed up until last night. Feel free to tell me if you see any errors!

And as for the little 'contest' a lot of you guessed right, but only ONE of you guessed right first! DRUMROLL, PLEASE! ... wait... I forgot to pay the drummer. He's boycotting... well, POPPY MARINA, you guessed right first! Good on ya, mate!