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khaji-da lover: thanks for the compliments. This entire fic is going to be mostly random fluffiness so I hope you enjoy it.

Styles woke up at 5:30 and went through his usual morning routine. He was sitting at the table eating cereal when his dad stumbled in.

"Gmorning." He mumbled as he poured himself a cup of coffee. His hair was ruffled and he was still in his pajamas.

"Good morning." Styles chirped happily.

"Should I drive you to school this morning?" The rumpled sheriff asked as he sipped his coffee slowly.

"No Derek's going to." Styles responded. Mr. Stilinski nodded.

"Your... Dealer." He said slowly. Styles muffled a laugh and nodded.

"What time's he getting here?" He asked looking at the clock before looking out the window.

"He said 7." Styles said, worried about his father's response to him getting to school so late.

"It's almost 6." Sheriff Stilinski said warily. "You have an hour."

"Yep." Styles said happily. It really disturbed Mr. Stilinski how his son could be so damn happy so early in the morning.

"I'm going back to bed." The sheriff said as he cradled his coffee in his hands before shuffling off back to bed.

"Sleep well." Styles called after him happily. Now what was he supposed to do for an hour? He got out his calculus homework, went over it to make sure it was right. He washed his dishes from breakfast, and then he sat back down at the table. He didn't want to be impatient but his foot started tapping. Then his fingers started drumming the table. He got up and went to the door, opened it and let the cool morning air assault his face. He checked the time, 6:29. Styles was getting impatient. He went to the bathroom to check on his lump. The cut had scabbed over to a puckered red mark. The bump had gone down so it was just a big bruise at the edge of his hair line. He touched it and hissed in pain. "Yeah styles that's just a genius idea. Touch the bruise. Brilliant." He mumbled bitterly before going back to the door. 6:33. This was starting to get annoying. He stood in the doorway tapping his foot impatiently. He got out all his homework, and began going over it to make sure he got them right. He had finished checking it all except one physics question. He had gotten the equation wrong and had to redo it. He had been working on it so intently he didn't hear the knock at the door. Suddenly there was a hand on his shoulder and he jumped out of his chair and away from the hand. Derek stood there with one eyebrow raised looking at the mortified boy.

"Ready to go?" He asked. Styles gaped at him before looking at the clock. 7:15

"Yeah." Styles said gathering up the papers and shoving them into his bag. They walked out to Derek's car and sat in silence. Styles didn't say he was happy to see Derek. He didn't say how nice the car was. Derek didn't say how he missed Styles. He didn't say how he slept with the pillow that smelled like him. "Thanks for the ride." Styles mumbled as the car pulled into the parking lot of the school. Derek still said nothing as he parked. They got out and went to the office.

"Hello sweetie." The fat receptionist said flirtatiously to Derek. "Oh Styles, were you late again?" She said turning to the smaller boy with an angry stare.

"He was with me." Derek said simply before walking by. Styles trailed after him as he felt her eyes bore into their back.

"Get to class Styles." Derek said as he got to his classroom.

"We should talk." Styles said earnestly.

"Why?" Derek retorted as he sat at the desk and put his feet up.

"About the kiss." Styles said.

"What kiss?" Derek asked as he put his arms behind his head and leaned back, keeping his blue eyes focused on Styles. Styles had to admit, that hurt. He had liked kissing Derek, but the dolt seemed to have thought nothing of it.

"The kiss between us." Styles said angrily.

"It was just for the benefit of your Father." Derek said watching Styles' reaction carefully. Styles looked wounded but quickly covered it. He nodded tensely and left the room. He listened as Styles went into the hall. Heard the chocking sound of crying. Heard the slapping of feet against the floor. He sighed and got up. He followed Styles to the bathroom. He listened to see if anyone else was there, no, just Styles. He heard the sobs from one of the stalls. "Styles." He said against the door.

"I ... closed my finger... in the locker." Styles said between sobs.

"Liar." Derek said as he assessed the door. He could just rip it off the hinges but then Styles would know something's up. He looked at the lock, only accessible from the inside. "Open the door." Derek demanded.

"I'm fine." Styles said through the sobs. Derek could feel the wolf inside him clawing angrily at him. He could feel it's want to rip the door out of the way. He could feel its need to stop Styles from crying. He could feel it want to comfort him, to make him feel better, to tell him everything would be okay.

"Open the door Now Styles." Derek growled. He was met with the sound of tears hitting the floor, the sound of Style's body being shaken with sobs, and the gasping for breath in between them. The only thing he didn't hear was the click of the lock being undone. "I swear I'll rip this door off its hinges. Open it. Now." Derek said trying to keep his temper under control and his wolf from going insane. This time he did hear the lock click. He pushed the door open and was nearly broken by the sight. Styles's eyes were red and puffy, his face looked so broken, his back was to Derek but he looked over as the door opened. He had his face in his hands facing against the wall. Derek grabbed Styles and turned him around so that he was facing him. He put one hand next to Styles's head on the stall wall. He cupped Styles' face in the other hand. He pushed his head back so it was against the wall, tilted it slightly for better access, and then pushed their lips together. He waited for Styles to respond, kissing back before he let his tongue begin its track. It traced his lips, tracing the tight line. He smiled to himself as he pushed his tongue into Styles' mouth. He heard a small moan as he began devouring Styles' mouth. He moved his hand from Angling Styles' face to running it through his hair. Then he put it on the back of his neck to tilt his head further back. This gave him better access and made their kiss more heated. When he pulled back he let a toothy grimace cover his face.

"What was that for?" Styles asked as his pulse came back down to normal.

"Our first kiss was for your dad. That one was for me. This one is for you." He said before going back to devouring Styles's mouth. He put an arm around Styles' waist and pulled their bodies flush together. He used the other hand to slip a piece of paper into Styles' pocket. He knew the boy didn't notice what he was doing other than kissing him. He pulled back and smiled. Styles' hair was a mess, his lips were swollen and bruised, and his lips were curled into a smile. He grunted in satisfaction before stepping back out of Styles' personal space.

"I have to get to class Mr. Stilinski." Derek said in his best teacher voice. Styles smirked.

"I'll be your naughty little school girl if you'll be my professor." Styles said grinning before they walked out of the bathroom. Derek rolled his eyes and Styles grinned. This was only the beginning.