Derek woke and dressed quickly careful not wake the rest of the house hold. He had one goal today, and it was going to be hard enough to achieve without distractions. So just as quietly and quickly as he woke and dressed he drove away from his family home. He smiled as he drove down the familiar streets. There was something about the familiarity of childhood that just made him feel warm inside; a feeling he hadn't felt in a very long time. No matter he had one particular destination today: Beacon Hills High School. He wanted to go back where it all started and ended. The wold might have changed but Beacon Hills still held stead fast to their ways, In no other part of the country would a grown man be able to walk into the local high school and not have anyone question his presence. Nothing at the school had changed much either, updated by not changed. There were still rows of lockers lining each side of the halls. The walls were decorated with inspirational posters, school announcements, and poster boards of the reigning top athletes curtsey of the cheerleaders. But the most familiar thing item was the trophy case that took up the whole of the wall opposite the main doors. Upon closer inspection Derek was able to zone in on two items. The first was the championship trophy they won that year, and the second was a photo of the three at that game. They had their arms around each other's shoulders smiling while the trophy stood in front of them. It made him remember that day, that awful day.

The Beacon Hills : 1998

In 1998 Beacon Hills High School was ruled by "The Three Kings." They had it all; good looks, perfect grades, they were star athletes, they came from good families who had money and power, and had bright future. Their lives were perfect and they knew it. They had everything to gain, and had everything to do.
Senior year mean the end of an era. The end of adolescent fraught with childlike antics, and the beginning of young adult that came with new responsibilities. Pretty soon the "Kings" would be scatters across the states, and they wanted to go out with a bang. They just didn't, yet, know how memorable their senior year was going to be.

Scott loved his life. That was the thought that was running through his mind as he walked down the halls. He smirked as he realized that the other students parted the way for him out of both respect and fear. He especially loved the way the girls looked at him; he loved that they loved him and on occasion he love them to. Inpite of having a girlfriend he couldn't help but find that he slipped from time to time. He loved his girlfriend, Cora, he really did, but from time to time he had a particular itch that his girlfriend could not scratch.

"Derek you need to calm down." Cora Hale: both sister to Derek Hale and Scott McCall's girlfriend was desperately trying to calm down overly stressed out brother with as much sympathy as she could muster as she rubbed his back. Cora often found herself playing this role: the role of the fixer.

"What's the matter with him?" Scott asked as he wrapped his arms around his girlfriend's time waist resting his chin in the crook of his neck.

"Our ever so caring Uncle Peter called Derek to let him know that Dartmouth sent bac their decision regarding his early admission." Cora rolled her eyes and continued on with contempt. "Notice how I said called about their decision. Notice how he failed to tell him their answer." Peter was perpetually jealous of Derek. Derek was the Hale heir and Peter hated him for it. Stunts like this were typical. Peter, while everyone saw him for who he truly was, still had Derek wonderfully blind to his true nature. It was one of Derek's greatest weakness: he simply trusted too much.
Scott, like the masses, wasn't blind. He didn't trust better and his fondness for the beyond didn't extend from him being Cora and Derek's uncle. "Forget Peter he's a douche." Scott tried to offer comfort to his friend. "There is no way they didn't accept you. You're Derek, you're Mr. Perfect. Trust me bro everything is going to be fine."

Derek didn't share in his friend's confidence. It was no secret that the only reason he was even applying to Dartmouth was because his father. Every first born male Hale attend the school since its inception. Some would even go as far as to say that the Hales were an institution at the university. And Marcus Hale let his son know it from the time he was born; from taking his t football games several times a year, to the school's paraphernalia that littered Derek's room, and to the stories his father told him about his glory days in college. With it being senior year his efforts seemed to intensify. Lately he had resorted to leaving information about the school on Derek's desk, and he even went as far as to fill out the application for Derek; save for the essay. Derek got the message loud and clear: he would attend Dartmouth and only Dartmouth. Derek really wanted to please his father.

"Who's a douche?" Stiles laughed joined his buddies.

"Peter." Both Cora and Scott answered at the same time.

"Ah well yes Peter and douche go hand in hand." Stiles readily agreed with a vigorous nod of his head. "What did he do this time?" Stiles turned his head to Derek knowing he would most likely be Peter's target. "Is he messing with you again?"

Derek simply nod his head still between his folded arms and the table. There was no need for words.

"He's screwing with him by telling him that Dartmouth sent their decision, but he failed to tell him what that decision was." Cora explained. "Now he's stressing over it." Cora tried to reassure her brother by rubbing his back.

In a moment of either brilliance or stupidity Stiles came up with a plan.

Present Day

Derek was brought out of his moment by a voice from his past.

"Derek Hale is that you? I never thought that I would live to see that day that you would step one foot back in this school." Standing before Derek was Coach Finestock. Coach, in an uncharacteristic moment pulled Derek in a tight embrace like one would a long lost brother all smiles. The King's were always amongst his favorite students, While he had seen Scott and Stiles a few times over the years he hadn't seen Derek since graduation

Derek allowed himself to be hugged by his favorite high school teacher. It felt good to be that close to another person. Especially someone he had a history with. He hadn't had that in a long time. The like a blot of lightening the moment was gone, and all the memories came rushing back putting all of his walls back up causing Derek to pull away.

"It's good to see you Derek we really missed you at the fifth and ten year reunion." Coach gently chastised

"Sorry I was busy with law school, and work. Time just got away from me." Derek used as an excuse.

"Anyway I gotta get back to class. Take a look around you're not the only King that I've seen" Coach walked away before he could explain further.