I wake up the next morning dreading the day. I knew I would have to see him and after last night, I never wanted to show my face again. But I knew I had to go to school. I've already missed so many days and with my father being the sheriff, it wouldn't be very good. I got up and got dressed. Scott was right on time as usual to drive us to school. On the way there I told him everything. "Wow, dude. I didn't think you'd actually go for it!" "Neither did I. But he just makes me feel this way and it's amazing." "Feel what way?" "Protected, Scott. He makes me feel safe." We drove the rest of the way in silence.

Throughout the whole day I anticipated that last class. The class where I'd have to see him for a whole hour and a half, and he'd up to see me. I walked through the door and went straight to my seat. I couldn't bear to look at him. We were doing another lab today. Something about chemical reactions I think. I'm not really sure, I wasn't paying any attention. "Mr. Stilinski?" I was daydreaming. "Mr. Stilinski!" I snapped out of it and realize it was Mr. Hale. "Huh? What?" "I asked you if you had finished your paper, since obviously you weren't working." I looked down at completely blank sheet of paper in front of me. He walked over to my desk and looked at it too. "That's a shame Mr. Stilinski. I thought we talked about participating more yesterday after class? I'm sorry to say this but I'm afraid I'm going to have to give you detention." Great, another hour of torture. That's just perfect.

When the bell rang and everyone else left, I had to stay behind. I didn't move. I just put my head down on my desk and sat there. I heard a noise so I looked up. He had closed the classroom door. "So are we going to talk about what happened last night?" Oh no. "Well, actually I was kinda hoping we could just forget about that." "Well we can't do that. This is an issue that needs to be addressed. You do understand that what you did could get us both in a lot of trouble?" "Yes, I know that." "Then why did you do it?" What was I supposed to tell them? 'I just think you're so sexy and I can't resist you?' No! Of course I can't say that! "I don't know. It just kind of happened. It won't happen again." "I'm Glad to hear that. Now this is detention so you are going to need to be working on something. I recommend the paper you didn't do in class today." Oh right, that. I pulled the paper out of my backpack and started working on it. I got about halfway down the page and I got this weird feeling. Like someone was watching me. I looked up, and sure enough, it was Mr. Hale. Just looking at me. "What are you looking at?" I asked. At first he didn't respond then - "Fuck it!" He came at me, and the next thing I knew his lips were on mine again. But this time I didn't pull away. This time I knew he was OK with it, I knew he wanted this. I knew this was wrong and we should've stopped. But I crave more. More of this. More of him. Everyone else had already left the school so it was only us. I didn't have to worry about someone walking in on us anyways because he had locked the door. With one quick move, he had cleared everything off his desk and had me on my back laying there. I started to love my hands up his body and take his shirt off. But he stopped me. He pulled away and it was over. "Um...what the hell was that?" "Stiles, I didn't come back to Beacon Hills for no reason." "What are you talking about?" "I came back here for you..."