Authors Note: Okay! New chapter! The reason for the delay in this update was because I wanted to plan out the rest of the story. I planned up to 19 chapters so I am almost halfway there and I know, it's a lot but it really starts picking up from here. There is a good amount of conflict in this chapter so prepare for yourself for that. There is also homophobia, with the use of words that I don't support or encourage people to use. This is your warning, you might be offended.

A big thanks to ilovethesoundoftherain for betaing this chapter for me. I am trying to get better at the whole self edit thing, but I really suck so big thanks to her!

Enjoy.


Chapter 9: Defence

Stiles

Stiles couldn't help but roll his eyes as his bit into his lunch. Scott's obnoxious laughing could be heard on the other side of the cafeteria from where Stiles was sitting. It was bad enough that Stiles had to be in the same room as him, but having Scott look at him out of the corner of his eye and then laugh was starting to get on his nerves. What was Scott trying to prove? That he could laugh while Stiles wasn't around? He was acting like such a child and Stiles was honestly moments away from a round two with Scott.

What made matters worse was the fact that he was spending his lunch alone today, which over the past two weeks was something that had happened sometimes, but not often; like Stiles had expected. Danny had really stepped up and became a great friend to Stiles; a friendship that Stiles never thought he would ever have with Danny. Danny had stepped up to the role of being Stiles friend; the role Scott had no trouble shitting on, and abandoning. Stiles was incredibly grateful for Danny, there were no words to actually describe how grateful he was, because without Danny, these past two weeks would have been miserable. Unfortunately for Stiles, Danny had to split his time between sitting with him and sitting with the others.

Today was an others day.

Not that Stiles was so needy he needed Danny around all the time. He was perfectly capable of making new friends. It was just the little snag of people wanting to be his friend was the major issue. Luckily he had befriended Erica Reyes one day at lunch. She was sitting by herself in the corner of the cafeteria and having nowhere else to sit Stiles was forced to go join her. Stiles was taken back by Erica's welcoming smile, mostly because he hadn't really talked to her before. It wasn't like they never interacted, but they weren't even what Stiles would consider acquaintances. Erica was just someone he saw everyday and upon getting to know the girl, Stiles had felt incredibly guilty for not getting to know her sooner. He wasn't one of the people who avoided her solely based on her illness. Erica had epilepsy and because of this thing she had no control over, people treated her like a leper. They treated her like if they talked to her she would drop to the ground convulsing, and the fact that people thought that way made Stiles sick.

Stiles didn't understand how people could be so judgemental, he really couldn't. How someone could have it in them to ostracize someone else and make them feel unworthy. Sure she had an illness, but it didn't mean she could be tossed aside. It was a touchy subject for Stiles, because he was often tossed aside due to his ADHD. It affected him physically—not to the extent that it affected Erica, but it would make him overwhelming to the vast majority of people. This made Stiles feel even guiltier for not befriending Erica before this. He knew he shouldn't feel that way because it's life, but Stiles felt like he had missed out on what could have been an awesome friendship. Stiles is okay with making up for lost time. The first time he had gone over to Erica's and saw her comic book collection; he was convinced that she was a completely different species of female. Stiles couldn't help but think if he liked women, Erica would probably be his soul mate.

Unfortunately she has other commitments at lunch today and couldn't join Stiles. Stiles thought about going and harassing Derek, but he knew they had to have some boundaries, especially in school. Derek had put an end to their lunch and after school meetings earlier that week. He said that Stiles marks were all up and that it would be inappropriate for them to still have lunch together. Stiles understood. He was Derek's student in these walls as much as it killed Stiles, he knew he had to keep it professional. He knew Derek felt bad, but Stiles told him it was okay as long as they were inappropriate outside of school.

And they were.

Stiles only saw Derek a few times a week and when they did, a good chunk of that time was spent rolling around Derek's bed making out. It would always start out with Derek making him supper (although Stiles is convinced that Laura precooks the food and Derek just heats it back up), then leading to a movie that they only make it half way through before Derek is carrying Stiles to his bedroom with his legs wrapped around Derek`s waist.

The sounds that Derek makes does things to Stiles' body he can't even begin to understand. He never expected Derek to be so vocal, but did he ever get a crash course in that. Derek growls, not an open mouth roar like a wolf, or some animal would; just a rumble in his throat especially when they are kissing. It's like an indication of how worked up Derek is getting and it drives Stiles wild. It always leads to things becoming heated, intense and messy. When Stiles takes control and pins Derek underneath him, kissing down his jaw, nipping his way down Derek's neck. The mews, whines and moans that escape Derek's lips send more blood to Stiles already precum covered hard-on.

Stiles clears his throat and has to actively stop his brain from this train of thought. Thinking about pinning Derek underneath him, pressing his body flushed against Derek's making the older man gasp and moan. Stiles shuddered and tried to adjust the erection in his pants as inconspicuously as possible. Stiles, if anything will be his own downfall, that is for sure. It was official though, Stiles was going to get sexy with Derek tonight.

Pants off sexy.

Stiles always thought that once given the choice to lose his virginity he would take the opportunity without much thought, but now with Derek he was having some hesitation. It's not that he doesn't want to lose it, that's not the problem at all. He is a thousand percent sure he wants to lose it to Derek, but he is just worried about not being good enough. He knows that Derek is at a different experience level, he just doesn't want to make a fool of himself. It's why he has been trying to take things slow, even though his body has been screaming at him not too. Stiles is glad that Derek has been patient with him and he can't help but feel guilty for the crippling blue balls Derek is getting because of it.

Stiles realized though, in the long run it doesn't matter. It's not like he is going to be amazing, and he is sure Derek doesn't expect it to be like that. What Stiles has been realizing is that it's about what Derek can teach him. It's what he has been doing this entire time, taking things slowly, getting to know Derek as much as the older man is getting to know him. Actual intercourse would be a big step, but still the same concept. Derek has to learn Stiles as much as he has to learn Derek and he realizes he is okay with that. It's going to be messy and sloppy, but Stiles realizes he kind of doesn't want it any other way.

Tonight he wants Derek's pants off, because if the bulge the man has is any indication, Stiles is going to be more than happy.

The more time Stiles spends with Derek the more he is starting to love Laura. It didn't take long to learn that they were a package deal and Stiles was completely okay with that. They were like the true meaning of brother and sister, complimenting each other in ways that Stiles couldn't help but be a little envious over. It's what you expect though, when you spend so much time with one person. They are honestly the only family that they really had. Stiles could also tell that Derek was happy that both Laura and he got along, Stiles couldn't help the thought that it didn't happen very often.

Stiles looked up from his half eaten lunch to see Lydia strutting her way towards Stiles' table. Stiles sighed wondering what kind of insults would spew from Lydia's mouth now, like he doesn't deal with all their crap enough as it is.

"What do you want, Lydia?" Stiles asks as she approaches his table and sits down.

"To talk," She raised her eyebrows like Stiles should have known why she came over to where he was sitting, and it was stupid for him to even ask to begin with.

"Listen Lydia, I am not in the mood for your insults today." Stiles started to gather his things, standing up to get away from her.

"Stiles, shut up and sit down." Lydia grabbed his arm tightly and gave him the 'do as I say glare'. Stiles always found it funny when he watched Jackson cower before it. Now he understood. Stiles tugged his arm from her reach, but sat back down.

"You got two minutes." Stiles said sternly, trying to regain whatever manliness he had left, not that he had much anyways.

Lydia rolled her eyes, "I wanted to apologize." Stiles couldn't help the snort of the disbelief that came out of him.

"That's rich coming from you." He laughed, because he really thought it was funny. Lydia apologizing for her behaviour, he has never even heard of that happening before.

"Believe it or not Stiles, I like you." Stiles just raised his eyebrow, twilight zone; he has entered the twilight zone.

"I find that a little hard to believe. After all the-I dunno. After all the shit you say to me day in and day out? The constant insults, the constant degrading I put up with from you, as if that was for any of my benefit." Stiles crossed his arms; he couldn't even believe he was listening to this right now. He is just waiting for the insult or the alternative motive that Lydia was going to present.

"It was." Stiles snorted, again, but this time he started to get up.

"Okay, well as enlightening as this conversation was. I got more important things to tend too, than listen to your bullshit." Stiles grabbed his backpack and Lydia made no move to stop him.

"I'm a bitch Stiles." Lydia raised her voice a little, just enough for Stiles to stop his movements.

"I never said I wasn't. Could I have helped in a different way? Sure. Tell Jackson to shut up when he spat out his homophobic bullshit. Call Scott out on whatever shit he got on with, sure, I could have. How does that help you? I know you're not a push over Stiles, you don't put up with shit from many people, but Scott is one of them. I knew he wouldn't push you to your boundaries, but I could tell you were miserable so I decided to add to it. Knowing you'll either come at me or him and I was right." Stiles glared at Lydia, was she for real right now?

"Do you want some sort of gratification, a thank you?" Lydia rolled her eyes and Stiles literally wanted to punch her in the face. Even with his strict rule about never hitting a woman, which he was a moment away from breaking.

"Of course I don't, I came over here to apologize for what I did, because it was a shitty thing to do, but it worked. It got you to buck up and actually deal with all the shit being thrown at you." Stile breathed out harshly because he knew she was right. One of the main reasons Stiles was angry at Scott for was letting his 'friends' walk all over him. It made Stiles realize that he shouldn't rely on anyone other than him when it came to defending himself. Not speaking up to spare drama was something he wasn't going to practice again.

"I'm not looking for your forgiveness Stiles, I just wanted you to know that despite my methods, there is another person, besides that idiot you called your best friend, who cares about you." With that Lydia got up and marched over to the table where she was sitting at, before Stiles could think of anything to say.

Stiles didn't know where to put that, Lydia as a friend? The thought kind of put a bad taste in Stiles' mouth. It was a weird thought though, that Lydia was willingly in his corner. He would have never thought that in a million years.

Stiles was up and out of the cafeteria in moments, not missing the look of confusion across Scott's face. Stiles kind of enjoyed the satisfaction that Scott was currently sitting with a couple of people who thought he was just as much of an asshole as Stiles knew he was.

Stiles turned the corner, hoping to get to Derek's classroom a few minutes early to talk to Derek about what just happened before class started. Stiles didn't make it around the corner before he walked right into someone else, knocking their books onto the floor.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry." Stiles mutter quickly before he bent down and started to pick up all the books that fell on the floor. Stiles looked up briefly and stopped picking up the books when he realized it was Allison he bumped into.

"Allison" Stiles said weakly, letting guilt wash over him.

"Oh, Stiles." Allison said quietly, small smile on her lips. They both continued to gather the books in awkward silence. Once they both stood up, Stiles handed over the rest of Allison's books to her.

"Well, I should be getting to class." She said, giving Stiles a nod and started to move past him.

"Allison," Stiles said, "please wait." Allison stopped gave Stiles a sad smile.

"I just—I just wanted to say sorry, about what I said a few weeks ago." Stiles wasn't mad at Allison for everything Scott had done. He knew it wasn't the her fault and he felt guilty because he knew Allison would take the blame for their fight, that's who she was.

"It wasn't your fault," Stiles continued.

"Whatever Scott did, that's on Scott. What I said was mean and wasn't directed towards you. I'm sorry for waiting so long to tell you this. I really like you Allison; I think you're amazing for Scott. He just has issues maintaining relationships and apparently having a gay best friend." Allison smiled at Stiles and pulled him into a hug.

"Thank you." She said, and Stiles felt the guilt slowly ebb away.

"I wanted you to know that. Despite whatever happens between Scott and me. It's not your fault and I never want you to think that." Allison nodded and motioned she had to go. Stiles grinned and remembered he needed to see his boyfriend.

"Stiles," Allison cut into Stiles thoughts.

"He misses you." Stiles nodded toward Allison and gave her a wave goodbye. Scott missing Stiles or not, it doesn't change anything that has happened.

For the unseen future, whatever Scott and Stiles were, they aren't anymore.

Scott made sure of that.


When Stiles gave Derek his kiss goodbye, he left the classroom in a hurry. He knew it was already too late to make it to his chemistry class, plus Mr. Harris would rather he not be there at all. Stiles decided it would be an opportune time to go visit his mother, tell her everything that had been going on before he had to be back for Lacrosse practice.

He was surprised by the discussion his writing assignment made throughout class, most people seemed extremely agreeable that stories like this should be read to children as they grow up. Knowing Derek though, that was probably the way he wanted the discussion to go, except that comment Greenberg made. Stiles literally thought Derek was going to explode. It's not like his boyfriend was the master of masking his emotions, well he isn't a master at masking his anger, the eyebrows are his kryptonite when it comes to that emotion. Stiles did find him a little hard to read at other times.

Stiles found it weird to hear homophobia, as far as schools go, his was pretty good for acceptance in those terms. He knew some of the team was uncomfortable with Danny, but never vocalized it because of Jackson. Jackson had basically made Danny off limits to any type of bullying, not that he couldn't handle himself when it came down to it. Stiles was however, actually thankful that Lydia was there to say what Derek would have said, but shouldn't have, despite it being the right thing. Stiles knew that when a teacher stands up to a student, especially in moments of anger, it always ended up with their job being threatened.

Stiles chuckled to himself as he arrived at the cemetery, recalling the look on Greenberg's face when Derek told him to leave. It was completely satisfying and well deserved.

"Hey mom." Stiles smiled sadly and sat down Indian style on the dried out grass in front of the engraved stone.

"I hope everything is going okay." Stiles sighed; the idea of not knowing bothered him the most. It would be different if he knew where she was and if she was okay, he didn't like how it was so unknown. His mom is gone, yes, he has come to terms with that, he just wished he knew where she was and if she was happy.

She was too good of a person to not be happy, where ever she is.

"I hope you're happy, wherever you are." Stiles reach over and touched the lettering across the stone.

"I am happy. I mean, there is a lot going on, but despite all of it, I am happy." Stiles smiles, picking at the grass, one of his favourite things to do while he visits his mother, not able to keep his hands still.

"His name is Derek, he was that guy I told you about, the one that you wouldn't approve of. We started dating. A decision not easily made I'll have you know. We are taking things slow and he is being more than a respectful gentleman, you'll be happy to know." Stiles knows that would be the most important to his mother; how Derek treated him.

"The problem is—he's sort of my teacher, which I know, I can almost hear you yelling at me about how bad this is. It does seem bad, it really does, but it doesn't feel that way. It feels so right mom. I don't understand why it's so bad. I am an adult and old enough to make these decisions. I know what you're thinking, what eighteen-year-old really knows what they want. Let's face it; I am a lot more mature then a lot of people my age. A lot of it is due to losing you and having to pick up the pieces for me and dad when you left. I just hate the idea if people find out about us, I'll be looked at like the victim and Derek as a predator. He is the farthest thing from that. It's the real thing; he never preyed on me, nor me on him. We are just two people getting to know each other, at the wrong part of our lives.

I'm afraid of what will happen when we do start telling people, I don't want them to judge Derek or treat him badly, but they will and it's not right. He shouldn't have to go through that and it kills me knowing that he will have to just for being with me. Dad won't understand either. I don't think he'll ever understand and that makes it all very complicated and messy, but he is worth it. I think that's how I know, that even with all these repercussions, what it's going to do to the people in our lives. It won't matter, because I think I am falling in love with him. Not just the simple crush that you used to tell me about, when you tried to compare what you and dad had, but the real thing. I honestly can't see past him anymore, he is just so right, flaws and all. His smile, god—it does things to me that I didn't even know could happen. It's just all so fast and so intense. A part of me screams stop and slow it down, but I don't, because I want this, I want him so badly. The feeling gets deeper and deeper every day, every time I see him, it scares me. I've never felt like this before, I don't even know how to describe it. Is this like how it was with dad? I like to think so. It doesn't feel like the trial run, it feels like the real thing, it feels permanent.

I just hope when people start finding out, they understand that. That if this thing does last, I don't want to be labelled a victim. I want people to look at us and know how in love we are, that we are happy. I don't want them to pervert my love and my feelings for Derek with their judgments and their insults." Stiles sighed again, one of these days; he'll leave this place happy. He always comes with the great intention of talking about all the good things in life but everything always starts pouring out. All his worries and doubts about everything.

"Me and Scott aren't doing well either. We haven't spoken in weeks. I don't understand where things went wrong? He met Allison and that is when things changed, I became second to her and at first I wasn't okay with that, but after that I accepted it. I know that isn't how it should have been and I wasn't happy about it but they were in love, who was I to get in the middle of that? We fought and he made it about her. The thing is, I love Allison, she is such an amazing person and so good for Scott. The fight wasn't about her, it was us and how we've drifted apart. He told me he didn't want me because I was gay. I don't understand that? He isn't homophobic so why am I any different? I don't understand what went wrong with us? Was is my fault? Sometimes I feel like it is. That my problems and my insecurities bothered him so much he didn't want to be around. Did I push myself away from him, trying to give him space? Was he pushing me away?

I ran into Allison today and she said he misses me. Where do I put that? He doesn't have that right after what he said, and if it was actually true, why doesn't he try and fix things. The truth is, I miss him too and I have been missing him for a long time now. I just want the friend that I can share anything with. I want to tell him about Derek, share with him my happiness and all the good things that are happening for me now. I want to tell him about all the bad things, and have him at my side. I'm doing all this by myself and it's so much harder without him." Stiles closed his eyes and laid back, taking a deep breath. He doesn't know if they'll ever get passed this and despite being mad at him, he does want it back. He doesn't want it the way it was, he wants it better.

Stiles checked his watch and realized he needed to be getting back to school for Lacrosse practice. He said his goodbyes to his mother, hopped in his Jeep and headed back to school. Maybe he should attempt to try with Scott, if Allison is right; maybe they could come to an understanding and work on whatever their relationship could be, together.


Stiles could already sense something was up when he walked into the locker room. All the guys were huddled around Greenberg; laughing. That wasn't something unusual, but there was something in the air that made Stiles' stomach churn. That sinking feeling you get when you know something is wrong.

"He's probably a faggot too, that pansy ass teacher." Stiles froze completely still at his locker. Derek, they were talking about Derek.

"He's lucky I didn't kick the shit out of him, fucking faggot. Kicking me out like that, who does he think he is?" Stiles breathed deeply at the murmurs of agreement across the room, slowly opening his locker and getting changed. He had to bite his tongue; he couldn't draw attention to himself. sticking up for Derek could raise suspicions, and they didn't need that. It would only make things worse.

"That bitch Martin too, if she wasn't sleeping around with Whittemore, I'd show her want a real man was." Stiles snorted quietly. His is pretty sure Lydia had a bigger dick than he did, she'd eat him alive.

Stiles tried to tune out what they were saying as he shrugged on his gear for practice. Once he was ready, he sat on the bench and faced them, seeing Scott amongst the group, laughing at one of Greenberg's jokes.

Stiles glared at Scott. He couldn't help the anger that swelled up in his chest. Scott missed Stiles? Of course the best way to miss someone was to laugh at gay jokes, in front of their face. Stiles gritted his teeth and clenched his fist. To think that Stiles was going to try again, to mend and build bridges, be friends again. Scott met Stiles glare and his smile immediately dropped from his face. Stiles couldn't help the bitter laugh that escaped from his lips. It seemed to catch a couple of the guy's attention and Stiles remained glaring at Scott until his eye fell to the floor.

"What's so funny Stilinski?" Greenberg spoke up. Stiles shook his head, trying with all his power to not say anything to start a fight. He needed to just keep his mouth shut and get through practice without drawing any attention to himself.

"Nothing," Stiles tried not to grit out.

"Just thought of something funny," Stiles muttered out, keeping Greenberg's gaze. The other man nodded and went back to whatever bigotry he was getting on with before. Stiles turned around on the bench and grabbed his phone from his open locker, he needed to text Derek. Stiles hoped he would give him some words of wisdom, or the patience to make it through the next couple of hours.

'Greenberg keeps mouthing off and insulting you. Scott's acting like the typical bystander and laughing. Going to lose it and end up getting my ass kicked soon'.

Stiles figured he would take this time and send one off to Laura as well to see when she wanted to meet up for coffee after practice. Christmas was just around the corner and he didn't have a clue what to get for Derek. Stiles figured he'd go to the person who probably knows Derek better than he knows himself.

Someone walked up stopped right beside Stiles, clearing their throat. Stiles didn't have to look up to know who it was, and he was the last person Stiles wanted to even look at; let alone talk too.

"Stiles…I-" Scott started to speak but Stiles immediately cut him off.

"Go away Scott." Stiles waited a few moments and sighed when the boy made no attempts to move.

"I wanted to say—." Stiles cut him off again.

"I know what you wanted to say and I don't want to hear it." Stiles tried to keep his voice under control and as low as possible, he really didn't need the rest of the team to get into this. They are worse than a bunch of little school girls; getting right into other people's business.

"Stiles…" Scott started again, but Stiles got off the bench and stood in front of him, matching his gaze.

"I said get out of my face Scott. Don't make me have to say it again." Stiles spoke slowly, but firm, meaning every word. Scott flinched and Stiles couldn't help the guilt that fluttered in his stomach, but he tried to squash it down right away.

"Okay." Scott nodded quietly and walked back over to where he was standing with others from the team, who were now looking between Stiles and Scott.

Their locker room quiet now, and Stiles had enough. He went back over to his locker and started to change out of his uniform. He wasn't staying there any longer; he needed to get out of there. The coach didn't really need him to stay and keep the bench warm, not today.

"What's up your ass Stilinski?" Greenberg. Stiles was going to destroy him. He finished changing, ignoring his question.

"Did you hear what I said Stilinski?" Greenberg pressed and Stiles snapped. He grabbed his bag from the locker and slammed it shut.

"I did hear you. Considering that I am one of those faggots you're talking about, I really don't think you want to know what's in my ass." Greenberg and some of the team gaped at him.

"That's what I thought. Maybe you should learn to keep your ignorant mouth shut." That seem to snap Greenberg out of his daze.

"Are you threatening me Stilinski?" His voice was dangerous, but Stiles rolled his eyes.

"Of course not, I am just passing on some friendly advice." Stiles stepped over the bench, a foot closer to Greenberg, who stood up immediately.

"When I want advice from a faggot, it'll be on what shoes I'll get my girlfriend." Stiles laughed, and decided that his brain-to-mouth filter didn't need to exist in this moment.

"A girlfriend? Greenberg, seriously? How do you expect to get one of those when you spend most of your time on the field being knocked on your ass." Stiles could see Greenberg visibly fuming.

"Embarrassing really." Stiles heard Scott say some warning to stop but he ignored him and walked even closer to Greenberg until they were about a foot away from each other.

"I'd like to see you try to take on Mr. Hale. I wonder how long it would take him to kick your ass from one end of campus to the other?" Stiles leaned in even closer.

"I don't think it would take very long." Greenberg grabbed Stiles by his shirt collar and threw him to the ground. Greenberg stepped over him, grabbing his collar again, other arm arching back, a fist made, ready to hit Stiles.

"WHAT'S GOING ON HERE?" Coach's voice bellowed and everyone froze, including Greenberg.

"Let go of Bilinski now, Greenberg." He released Stiles forcefully and stepped away, both hands balled into fists.

"Now who wants to explain what just happened to me?" Stiles stood up and looked over at coach, eyes bulging out of his head. Danny and Jackson were behind the coach, they must have been at a meeting, probably the reason why Greenberg had had the balls to say what he was saying.

Stiles felt himself deflate a little at the look of concern written across Danny's face. He could tell that Danny knew what had gone down. Stiles just sighed, and turned around and headed for the door. He could hear the coach shouting after him, but he really couldn't find it in him to care.


"You shouldn't feel bad for defending yourself!" Laura says from across the table. Stiles sighed; it had nothing to do with feeling bad for defending himself, and by proxy Derek.

"I shouldn't have too." Laura sighed and leaned back in her chair because she knew he was right. Being gay shouldn't even be an issue, but it was for people like Greenberg, and they relished off people knowing how disgusting they think it is.

"It shouldn't be an issue for me to defend myself and honestly, it was more for Derek then it was for me. I am mature enough to walk away from anyone bullying me. You don't saying things about my—you don't insult my boyfriend in front of me and not expect me to do anything about it." Laura nodded in agreement.

"It takes a lot for Derek to get to that point. There are only a few triggers that would get him angry, and the people he cares about is one of them. I am the exact same way. Say what you want about me because I don't give a shit, but fuck with my family and that's a whole other can of worms." Stiles grinned over at Laura. This is one of the reasons why Stiles loves Laura; they were almost the same person sometimes.

"It just bothers me, because that wasn't me. Back there wasn't who I am, I'm not violent, and it's never been my wish to die standing up to a bunch of mostly straight men in a locker room when testosterone is running high." Laura giggled.

"But having them insult Derek, especially someone like Greenberg, who is so beneath Derek, just made me angry. It was just so petty, but I saw red." Stiles raised his hot chocolate to his lips and blew at the liquid, it was still too hot to drink.

"I'm glad Derek has you. You guys complement each other so well, it's kind of scary." Stiles couldn't help but grin at this. It was nice to know that Laura liked him and Derek being together, it was almost like a stamp of approve, which Stiles didn't need but is glad he had.

"How so?" Stiles asked.

"You're just outspoken, hyperactive and different from Derek. Not drastically opposite, but just enough to complement each other. You ground each other, and I think the life Derek will have with you is one he won't have with anyone else." Stiles stared wide eyed at Laura. The life Derek will with Stiles?

"I mean—I, you know what I mean." Stiles did, sort of.

"I know this thing between you and Derek is new, but it seems like it could be long lasting. All I am saying is that if it does last long, he'll have a happy life. A better one then he has had so far." Stiles couldn't help but smile at Laura. He got up and hugged the girl fiercely.

"Thank you." Stiles whispered in her ear, and she hugged him back tightly.

"You're welcome, and be thankful. I think you're the only one to ever get the complete Laura stamp of approval." Stiles laughed and sat back down.

"I can see that. I think you try to scare people away." Laura winked at Stiles.

"Maybe, unfortunately it doesn't always work?" Stiles gave Laura a questioning look.

"Who else have you tried to sca—," Stiles was cut off.

"Well, look who we have here?" The voice came from behind Stiles. He turned around to look at a gorgeous brunette walk in from behind him. He looked over at Laura, and the look of pure rage that settled across her face set Stiles on edge.

"What are you doing here?" Laura spat out as the girl laughed and pulled a chair from another table to sit in between Stiles and Laura.

"Just here in Beacon Hills with a friend, visiting an old friend." The woman looked directly at Laura.

"Stay away from my brother." Laura threatened, and Stiles felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. Shit was about to hit the fan.

"To late for that, I took a visit to the school earlier to pay our dear Derek a visit. I learned a few new things, it was very educational." Her eyes flickered towards Stiles. Stiles could feel his temper start to rise for the third or fourth time today. What did she want with Derek, who was she?

"I think it's time for you to go now." Stiles said evenly, trying not to let any emotion come through his voice.

"Oh, why's that cutie?" Inside Stiles rolled his eyes, and wanted vomited in distaste from this woman calling him cute. Whoever this was, Laura looked feral and like she was barely containing herself. Stiles was definitely not getting good vibes from this woman.

"You're not wanted here. I think it's time for you to leave." The woman pretended to be appalled.

"But sweetheart, you haven't given me the chance to introduce myself." She stuck her hand out.

"I'm Kate." Stiles look down at her hand and back up at the woman, irritation coming off him in waves now.

"Leave Kate," Laura gritted out, and Kate sighed.

"I thought people were supposed to be friendly in Beacon Hills." She sulked crossing her arms and leaned back into the chair. Stiles was actually amazed, did she not get their very straightforward hints.

"This is the fourth time." Stiles snapped at her.

"Leave. Now." He snarled.

"What are you going to do if I don't little boy?" Kate stood up, her voice raised. She leaned in closer to Stiles, placing her hands on the arm rests of his chair. Laura was immediately on her feet, her body smacking the table, tipping her coffee over onto the table. She reached over and grabbed Kate's arm pulling her around so she was facing Laura.

"You should be more worried about what I will do to you." Laura threatened. Stiles looked around, people in the coffee shop were looking at what they thought was going to be a fight.

"You know I've been itching to knock your fucking teeth in." Kate ripped her arm from Laura grasp.

"Give me a reason." Laura snarled, positioning herself to launch at Kate. Kate started to laughed and put her hands up.

"I'll leave." She backed away, putting her chair back. With her heels clicking on the floor she turned and started to go. She stopped just past Stiles and leaned in, her breath hot in his ear.

"Bit of advice: be careful who you kiss during school hours, you never know who is watching." Stiles could hear the smile in her voice. Stiles felt the tip of her tongue slide in his ear.

"See you around, cutie." She left Stiles' bubble and walked out of the store. It was moments before Stiles looked up at Laura who was still enraged.

"Who was that?" Stiles asked, getting up and throwing money for their drinks on the dry part the table.

"We should get back to my place." She said; worry finally coming through in her voice. She turned around and left the coffee shop.

"Laura." Stiles shouted at her outside the restaurant. She stopped and turned around, biting her bottom lip.

"Who was that?" Stiles asked again.

"It was Kate." Stiles made a 'duh' gesture, and asked her to elaborate.

"Wait for Derek; this is something he should tell you." Stiles was getting fed up.

"Who was she to Derek?" Laura just sighed, Stiles needed to know what he had to go up against, he knew this was going to be a shit storm. Stiles could tell she wasn't going to go away anytime soon.

"She is his sociopath ex." Stiles let out a long breath.

"Great."


Authors Note: I plan on starting to write the new chapter tonight at work (cause I clearly have nothing better to do there), but it probably won't be posted till later on in the month. I have finals next week and a paper for clinical. Then I have 2 weeks off, which I want to pump out a lot of writing! I hope you guys enjoyed! :) Please review!