Yup. Angst. Not many lolz in this one... I'm sleepy and cold.

Derek looked at the calendar. October 15th. It read Open House in Erica's neat handwriting. Open House was always held a month after school started so the parents could go in, meet the teachers, and find out what their kids were doing for 7 hours a day besides "nothing."

'Great' Derek thought, leaving for work. Erica and Scott had recently starting riding the bus to school, leaving him with more time to get ready for work and less need to worry about them. 'I'll have to see that kid…'

He turned the radio up loud and droned out his troubles as he drove to his work.

At 4:30, he packed up his desk, leaving it very neat, and drove over to the school. He walked over to the lacrosse fields and saw they were just wrapping up practice. Derek scanned the group for 43 and when he saw it, he was shocked.

Scott was fumbling with his gear, but that's not what shocked him. 12 was walking up behind him and when he was next to Scott, he shoved with all his might, making Scott fall to the ground. 12 just laughed loudly and kept walking. Derek growled quietly and went to help Scott up before he ripped this kid a new one, but before he could, someone ran up behind 12 and jumped with all he had at him. He landed strattling 12 and punched the kid, the helmet blocking the blow. 12 grabbed the kid and in a quick maneuver, flipped them over. He punched the blond in the face and Derek could smell the blood from here. Scott got up quickly and tried to hoist 12 off, but couldn't. He called for some kid named Danny, and 28 came out, grabbed 12 and dragged him off the blond, still screaming and punching. Scott rushed over to the blond and helped him up. He led the kid to the bleachers and took off his own helmet. Scott grabbed the blondes head and turned it gently, examining his bleeding eye. He leaned in and… kissed the boy. Derek left.

About fifteen minutes later, Derek sat in Erica's first class, US History. He understood what Erica meant about the teacher being funny. He was just so into his job, it was hard not be into what he was saying. He left about halfway through the teacher's speech, apologizing and saying that he had two kids' different schedules to deal with. He went to Scott's first class of the day, English. The teacher was relatively nice, but didn't seem to understand that he was there for Scott, not to meet a date.

The rest of the night proceeded like this. He went Scott's Forensics class fifth period because that's when Erica had study hall and he was not going to see that teacher more than he needed to.

Ninth period eventually rolled around. Great. Scott had a study hall ninth. He was going to have to spend the whole twenty minutes in Scott's art class. He walked into the familiar room, inhaling sharply. A strong heartbeat was close.

"Boo!"

He just stared at Stiles. "Hello, Mr. Stilinski."

Stiles groaned and walked out from behind the door. "Dang, though I could scare you. But then again, I guess it helps being a" he made loud chomping and growling noises.

"Really, Mr. Stilinski?"

"Yes, really, Mr. Hale."

Other parents slowly streamed in, sitting at the seats where their student's names were. Derek found Scott's name and sat down, looking at the nametag. There were dinosaur stickers on his. And glitter. Lots of glitter.

After the last mother came in, Stiles sat on the radiator in the front of the room and started talking. And talking. And talking. Every once in a while, he would ask "So, are there any questions?" but never gave any time before he was off again. He walked around, pointing to various pieces and naming off projects he planned to do throughout the year. After the twenty minutes timer rang, he looked at it. "Wow, time flies when you're having fun!"

All the parents groaned in agreement.

Derek tried to make it out before Stiles saw him, but had no such luck. "Mr. Hale?"

Derek stopped and walked back to where Stiles was. "Yes?"

Stiles fixed a slightly crooked painting and asked without looking at him "Have you talked to Scott yet?"

"No."

Stiles turned around and really looked at Derek. "I think you should."

"Thanks for the advice."

"No need to be so cold, I was just saying," Stiles shrugged, going to walk back to his desk.

"I wasn't being cold. I don't want to lose him," Derek said quietly.

"Then talk to him!"

Derek grabbed Stiles by the arm and shoved him against the wall. "When you've lost everything, everything you care about, everything you love, maybe I'll listen to you," he growled.

Stiles looked up at him, shocked. "I have," he spit out.

Derek's eyes automatically softened, but his grip didn't.

"I have, Mr. Hale. I don't know why you think you're the only person who's had bad things happen to them. I lost my mother when I was nine years old." He shoved Derek's hand off and pushed at him. "Talk to your son or you're going to lose him. I promise you."

Derek just glared at him. "You don't know-"

"I do!" Stiles yelled, tears welling up in his eyes. His voice cracked as he continued. "I was never going to tell my mother that I'm gay! I was too afraid it would kill her! One day, in the hospital, she asked me what was wrong! So I told her. We never got to say anything else about it! She died the next day, Mr. Hale! It killed her! …I killed her… Don't you dare put that on Scott!"

Derek just looked at the furious teacher then walked out of the room, leaving Stiles sobbing.

yeah. another chap up soon.