Stiles would like to pretend that he was good; he'd like to say that he didn't spend the next two months trying to pull his eyes away from Derek in class. That he didn't get distracted staring into his eyes and sometimes forget what he was saying mid-sentence. He'd like to say that when Derek appeared each day during his planning period that he didn't spend the hour arguing about anything from the merits of Supernatural's information to why he had cut his hair the previous week.

He'd like to, but he would be lying.

Each day was a new struggle to keep his eyes from Derek's smile. To not pay attention to the boy as he ran his hand through his hair. To not call on him more than everyone else even though he absorbed the information like a sponge. To resist staring at him as his eyes poured over the pages of his book, alight with interest.

It obviously wasn't going very well.

"Mr. Stilinski," Derek said sliding into the classroom. Stiles was never sure why he left to begin with, he didn't go to lunch and didn't have a last period. He was almost positive that it would be easier to just stay in his seat. Then again people might wonder why he was staying late every day when he obviously didn't have detention.

"You know Derek, I think it might be appropriate for you to call me Stiles now," he said smiling and pulling out the seat beside him. "Not in class though" he added as a last minute afterthought.

"Er, Stiles then" Derek said, scrunching his face like the word didn't taste right in his mouth.

"Alright Derek under what pretenses have you come today" Stiles asked with a smirk, because by now they very well knew that Derek was well informed on anything class related he could ask Stiles. Actually Derek could probably teach the class if he wanted to.

Derek smiled when Stiles handed half of his sandwich to him. It was part of the routine, Derek would ask a question, Stiles would answer and they would talk about anything and everything under the sky. Meanwhile they would share Stiles' sandwich and Derek would usually leave with a new book to read. Stiles was scared to admit how much he looked forward to this part of his day.

"Harry potter" Derek said settling down in the seat beside Stiles and taking a large bite out of the sandwich.

Stiles quirked an eyebrow, "what is it? The werewolf, thing, or the ability to shift at will into another creature because I have a book on that somewhere." Stiles said through a mouth of egg salad, standing up to scan his book shelf. "Oh there it is" he said "anamegi and their forms," he said dropping the book on the desk beside Derek.

"No it's…" he pulled out the small book, "I'm not sure how Fred and George had the map for all those years and didn't wonder why Ron was sleeping with a guy named peter every night."

Stiles snorted in a way that he was sure was the most unattractive thing in the world. "Oh god, I never even thought of that." He pondered a moment running scenarios trough in his head. "Maybe they were respecting his sexual preference"

Derek frowned, "I don't think anyone would have been that supportive."

Stiles shrugged, "not sure. My dad was pretty cool, so was my step brother."

Shit.

Probably wasn't the best thing to say, not that Stiles wasn't "out" per say. He was. To his family and friends, and some coworkers. He just had a tendency to not flaunt the fact that he was gay to his students.

Derek scowled.

Stiles hated when Derek scowled. You know how there are people who's faces are made for smiling, not frowning. Derek had one of those and he had just gone and made it all scowly.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. Forget that I said that. That wasn't okay for me to say." Stiles stammered shuffling his papers around in an attempt to gain some sense of control back.

"It's not…." Derek paused taking a breath and twiddling his thumbs. "My dad just, wasn't that supportive" he said frowning.

Stiles could almost swear he could hear his heart shatter. That was just… sometimes Stiles forgot how lucky he had gotten with his dad. How most people don't have fathers who just smile and tell him he had known since he was four when he said he wanted to marry Aladdin and ride on the tiger. He forgot that for most people… this was a real issue. And Derek was living through it right now. Shit.

"Derek" he said rolling his chair a little closer, "do you, would you like to talk about it?"

Derek shook his head uncomfortably. "No, I live with my uncle" he said with a smile so fake Stiles just wanted to cry, "my uncle and his wife, its okay now."

So that wasn't peter, because peter wasn't married. At least not that Stiles knew of.

He laid his hand reassuringly on Derek's shoulder. "I'm here, if you need to talk. And Miss. Martin too. I swear she is the smartest person in the entire world. She regularly makes me want to crawl into a hole and weep over her superior perfection" he said an awkward smile tracing his way over his features.

He took a breath before pulling out a pen and a stick note. "I know it's not much but this is my phone number and if there's an issue or you just need someone to talk to. You can call me, or text me or whatever you need to do." He said handing it to him and smiling.

Derek always looked panicked when the bell rang, like his perception of reality had changed completely. His face hardened, and he frowned and quickly made his way to the door.

Today was no different apart from the fact that Derek stuck his head back in the door for a moment after he left. "Mr.… uh, Stiles." He said and Stiles could have sworn he was blushing, "thanks."

And then he was gone.