Stiles got back to his room, slammed the door, and jumped on his bed. Surely they had seen him, so any minute now they would come through the door to come kill him. Stiles ran back over to the door to lock it right when it flung open. Stiles fell to the floor and crawled back against his bed.

"Hey Scotty boy, hey!" Stiles said, getting up from the floor to sit on his bed.

"Uh…Hey Stiles…?" Scott said, closing the door behind him, and shedding his coat.

"Hey! Uh, whatcha been up to?" Stiles asked, his plan of 'don't act suspicious' not working.

"Nothing much. Stiles, are you ok?" Scott asked, stripping his pants off to change into some gym shorts.

"Yea! Never been better! How are you?" Stiles replied, dropping his phone on the floor. Stiles reached down to get it, but Scott was over there to pick it up to.

"Stiles…what happened to your arm?" Scott asked, seeing his arm and sleeve were torn up.

"Oh, this? Oh its nothing. I was playing with some…scissors and uh…I cut myself…?"

"Hmm..Interesting.." Scott said, sitting on the bed.

"Whats interesting?" Stiles asked, his eyes widening.

"Nothing. Its nothing. I just thought I saw you earlier, but I probably was just seeing things."

Scott threw off his shirt and crawled into bed. Stiles turned out the light and did the same. Relief was coming, but it was being slow. Scott had acted like he knew, but then decided Stiles WASN'T there. It was all very confusing. Stiles rolled over in his bed, trying to get some sleep.

Stiles looked around the corner of the hall way and saw a silhouette of a man standing over what looked to be a body. Stiles strained his eyes in the darkness to see what it was.

"De…Derek, is that you" Stiles asked, his voice shaky.

The thing in the hallway looked around at him, the moonlight hitting his face. It was Derek, in wolf form. Stiles gasped as he stalked toward him.

"Derek, its me…Stiles. Derek stop!" Stiles pleaded with him.

Derek started to sprint toward him and….

*BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP* Stiles alarm clock was going off. Stiles reached over and turned it off. What was up? Stiles had almost gone a whole week without these dreams. Plus, Derek was some kind of monster thing! He had to stay away from him now. Scott had tried to warn him, but Stiles was too stubborn to listen. Plus, Derek was really got dressed and started heading to the main building for classes.

"At least its Friday, I get to go home tomorrow." Stiles thought to himself as he headed through the courtyard. Suddenly, Stiles was grabbed and shoved up against a wall.

"I know you were there last night." Cora said, her face close to Stiles.

"Wha…what are you talking about….?" Stiles said, his voice shaking.

"Last night in the woods, yea, I saw you. Just hope you stay on Derek's good side."

And with that, she slowly backed away and walked off to her class, leaving Stiles there to think about what just happened. Stiles was starting to get really pissed off. His only friend he had made so far was supposedly a werewolf, the hottest guy in school avoided him, and he now officially had an enemy. This place officially sucked. Then a realization came to mind: all his problems started with Derek. He was so pissed that all logic was out the door. He was going to march himself right on over to Derek's room and tell him how it is.

"Derek, open up." Stiles said, knocking on the door. "Derek, seriously, I need to talk to you."

Stiles heard the door unlock and the door open.

"Oh, Stiles, just the person I wanted to see." Derek said, stepping aside to let Stiles in the door.

"Look, I'm pissed. Ever since I've gotten here this place has blown. The only friend I have is being super weird, everyone looks at my like I'm the new kid, your sister just attacked me an…"

Stiles was caught off by Derek's lips slamming into his. His stubbly chin brushing against Stiles smooth one. Stiles' eyes were wide in shock, but slowly closed, melting into the kiss. Derek's hand slowly reached around and grabbed the back of Stiles' neck, pulling him further into the kiss, his tongue begging for access into Stiles' mouth. When, after about three minutes of straight kissing, Derek stopped, Stiles' was confused and it showed. Derek laughed at him, giving him a peck.

"What in the holy hell…was that?" Stiles asked, slowly sitting down on Derek's bed.

"Well…Stiles, I've been having these weird dreams about you, ones where all I can hear is you calling my name, asking me where I am. And I try to answer you, but no words come out. Then last night I had a dream that I attacked you…Stiles, I want you to know that I would never hurt you in any way." Derek said, sitting on the bed next to Stiles.

"Ive been having the same dreams, except Im the one calling your name. And then last night after I got back from the woods, I had the dream that you attacked me.." Stiles said, the smell of Derek making him swoon.

"Wait, you saw what happened in the woods?" Derek asked, standing up and getting slightly angry.

"Yes Derek but I'm ok. It didn't bother me until Cora looked at me after talking about killing me." Stiles said, slightly cowering into the bed, "And then she threatened me today and so I am kinda freaked out by her."

Derek cooled down, seeing that stiles was slightly frightened.

"Wait, Cora threatened you?" Derek said, sitting back down.

"Yes, but its cool. Theres really not THAT much she can do to me right?" Stiles said, slightly laughing.

Stiles spent the rest of the day in Derek's room. He was surprisingly sweet, and Stiles was still freaking out about the fact that he was gay, or bi, or whatever he was. Night time rolled around and Stiles had skipped all his classes. It was 10:30 pm, and Stiles stood to go.

"Ok, well I guess I should head out so my roommate doesn't freak out. Wait, why don't you have a roommate?" Stiles asked.

"I know people. Stay with me tonight." Derek said, grabbing Stiles hand.

"You mean sleep with you?" Sties said, a hint of longing and nervousness lingering in his voice.

"Well not like THAT! Just sleep with me. Let me hold you. There is something about you that I am drawn to like a magnet. I cant picture myself without you anymore Stiles. Please, stay with me." Derek said, scooting over to give Stiles some room.

"Ok, if you insist." Stiles said, smiling big.

He undressed down to his boxers, slipped under the covers, and cuddled up next to Derek's chest. Derek wrapped his arm around Stiles and they both fell into a deep sleep.

*Thank you guys for waiting so long! I just moved into college, so I've been super busy! Hope you guys enjoyed the lovey doveyness of Sterek!:)*