Chapter 3

In all his beauty, green eyes as bright as ever, face chiseled to perfection just as it had been last night. He was right in front of me. And I was right in front of him. In high school. In his class. The class he was teaching!

"Excuse me class." He said before clearing his throat and attempting to regain his composure. "Sorry, I guess seeing all of you guys made me realize that this is my first official class teaching. Took me aback a little bit."

The laugher had settled down and now everyone was waiting for Derek—Mr. Hale, to begin class.

"Okay so before we get started I need everyone to pull out your schedules and I have to, uhm, I need to go around and check to make sure you are actually on my roster." He said.

Everyone started shuffling through his bags to grab their schedules and I grabbed mind from inside my binder.

Holy shit. Is all I could manage to think. This isn't good! This is so not fucking good!

Derek—Mr. Hale—began to walk down the front row checking off everyone. He got to Danny and he looked over her schedule then his attendance sheet and confirmed Danny being in the class. He looked over at me, and I met his gaze.

I felt myself stop breathing as I looked into his piercing eyes. In my mind those eyes just brought back memories of last night. Being pushed up against the wall, him staring at me, demanding me to tell him that I wanted him to fuck me.

"Hello," I snapped out of my trance when I heard his voice. He was in front of my desk holding his hand out. I handed him my schedule and looked down to try to hide the embarrassment I was feeling.

"Stilinski," He said looking over the roll. "Okay you're here." He handed me back the piece of paper. I was brave enough to look him in the eyes as I took it back and I instantly regretted it. He was staring at me intensely. It felt as if he was staring into my soul and it made my heart race.

But before anything could register he moved on and went to the boy next to me. I released my built up breath and shook my head.

"Damn." Danny said in a whisper.

I look at him and him and Scott are both practically eye fucking Derek.

"Really guys?" I ask sort of annoyed.

Scott looked at me in disbelief. "Stiles, do you not see him? He's beyond perfect!" He whispered.

I turned and looked at him. I know he is. As I looked around I realized that along with Danny and Scott, mainly every girl in the class was giving the new English teacher sex eyes. And it started to aggravate me. Why, I have no idea, but it was bothering me that other people were admiring his beauty.

"Yeah well as if he would fall for either of you or anyone else in this class for that matter." I replied and then opened my folder acting like I was looking for something.

"Woah," Danny said. "Don't have to get your g-string all in a twist there Stiles. We are just appreciating some of god's greatest works."

I scoff. "Whatever." And go back to looking through my folder, which is basically empty seeing as it's the first day of school.

How could I be so stupid to sleep with a guy I knew nothing about? God, I don't even think I can call it "sleeping with", we basically just fucked. Actually, that's exactly what we did. We fucked, in an alley, and then I left because I was going to miss my fucking curfew! What a joke!

"You okay?" Scott asked shaking my arm.

I faked a smile and nodded. "Oh yeah I'm fine, I just realized that I forgot to tell my dad something this morning. I need to text him after class." I lied.

Something I seem to be doing a lot of lately. And by lately I'm more referring to the last twenty-four hours.

Two more minutes or so went by and he was finally done checking everyone off. He went back to the front of the class and pulled out a stack of papers. He went to the front row and handed the first person a stack.

"Take one and pass them back." He instructed. He then went to the first person in each row and handed them a stack of papers as well.

When he got to me I felt my breath hitch again, as well as my palms start to sweat with anxiety.

"Take one and pass them back please." He said in a low voice to me.

Please. I noticed the change in statement when he came to me but I quickly pushed aside any thought of special treatment because whether or not it was the truth, I couldn't be happy about it. I'd already slept with my teacher; I can't be teacher's pet now too!

"This is the class syllabus. It goes over in detail the run down for this year. We will be reading three novels and one play this year. There will be a paper due at the end of each novel. Now just because there is only one paper due with each reading, does not mean there won't be more writing assignments throughout the year." Groans sounded from the back of the class. This only made Der—Mr. Hale—smile. "Don't worry, I'll make sure it's all fun.

"Now I know that the teacher who ran this class before me was much more lenient, and most of you took this course in hopes to fly by junior English. But not with me. I take this class seriously and I intend on being hard on you all. If this isn't what you're looking for, feel free to talk to your counselor and get switched into regular English."

Scott leaned over and whispered to both Danny and I, "He can be hard on me all he wants."

I shook my head and Danny stifled a chuckle.

"Mr. Stilinski." His authoritative tone called. "Was my introduction boring you?"

My eyes were wide and I was sure I looked like a deer caught in the headlights, but I hadn't been expecting this.

"No, not at all sir." I said weakly.

"Are you sure?" He asked walking to his desk and leaning on the edge, his arms folded over his chest. "From the looks of things I was clearly interrupting your conversation. Maybe you'd like to finish that chat first and then I'll continue."

I was in shock. There he sat, looking at me sternly, expecting me to strike up a conversation with Danny and Scott. Both of which had turned their heads downward and were avoiding eye contact with me and our new teacher.

A moment went by and the class was silent. A few sniggers sounded through the class and I knew a crimson color blush was taking over my face. I was mortified.

"I'm finished." I mumbled. More laughter and I sunk into my chair a little.

"Thank you." He said smugly. "As I was saying, this will not be a leeway class, you will have assignment that have due dates, and if they are not turned in on time, expect to be docked a full letter grade."

Class went on for thirty more minutes with Mr. Asshole going over all his expectations for the year. Throughout the entire thing all I wanted was to disappear. I listened to everything he said only avoided all eye contact at all costs. Not only was I already uncomfortable being that I knew that my new English teacher was amazing at sex, but now the guy I fucked last night was embarrassing me in front of my peers.

Such a great way to start off this year.

The bell rings signally that class is over and I let out the biggest sigh of relief. I start packing my things and stand up.

"Can I see you for a moment please Stiles?" He says to me from his desk.

I take a deep breath and walk to his desk. He is standing on the other side waiting until everyone had left and the door is closed before he looks at me.

"Are you kidding me?" He whispers angrily.

I just look down at the desk instead of at him.

"You told me you were in school!" he says.

I roll my eyes. "Well clearly I am." Is my response.

His face goes stern and I can tell he's frustrated. "Yeah clearly! You told me you were majoring in art!"

"And I am!" I say boldly. "I just left out the part about me not starting that major for another two years."

He shakes his head and puts his hands on his hips. "I cannot believe this is happening."

I sigh and look him in the eyes pleadingly. "Look Derek I am really sorry!" I say. "Last night I didn't plan on any of that to happen. I know I lied and made you believe I was older and it's my fault okay? I'm sorry. I'll switch out of the class."

He releases his breath and his hard face softens a bit. "No, you're not going to do that. You're going to stay in here and I'm going to be your teacher. And that's it. What happened last night is now just your imagination got it?"

I can't help but to pull a confused face. "So you want me to pretend it never happened?"

"It didn't happen kid." He responds. "I'm not going to lose my job or worse go to jail over this! You lied and led me on, shit happened and now we're here. But I'm not going to make this a big deal. It never happened, got it? Oh, and it's Mr. Hale, not Derek; I'm your teacher, not your friend."

He was treating me, treating me like a child! I was growing angry and I wanted nothing more than to shout in the corridor that I had slept with Mr. Hale. I wanted to ruin him. But I couldn't, because I wasn't made to be evil that way.

"Do you understand me Stiles?" He said, pulling the author figure tone.

I scoffed and rolled my eyes. "Yeah, I got it, Mr. Hale." Without another word I stormed out of the class.

A/N: So thank you all again for the reviews and all the alerts! I have decided that I will be posting new chapters on Saturdays, Sundays, and Mondays. That'll get you through the weekend and hopefully a good way to kick off your week! Reviews are greatly appreciated. See you all Saturday.