Stiles was so nervous as he pulled up to Beacon Hills High School. He didn't really know what to expect, he had never really been to a private school where you had to stay on campus and all that. Stiles found his way to the parking lot. It was already 8:30 so classes had already started for the day. Stiles parked and started his way up the stairs to his new home away from home.

Stiles followed the signs that said "office" with a little arrow pointing him down the path. For whatever reason, he pictured little munchkins telling him to follow the yellow brick road. Stiles wasn't watching where he was going and BAM…

"Hey, watch where youre going, dipshit!" said the stranger Stiles had just ran smack into.

"I'm so, so, SO sorry!" Stiles said, bending down to pick up the guys books. Their hands touched and Stiles felt something like electricity run through his hands. He looked up, and what he saw made his jaw literally drop. Bending in front of him was an angel, or so Stiles thought. The guy had short, brown, spikey hair, a defined jaw line, slightly stubbly chin, and beautiful lips. When the guy looked up at Stiles, Stiles couldn't help but stare into his beautiful green eyes.

"What are you looking at?" the guy said, standing up with his books.

"Uh, nothing..sorry. My name is Stiles, I'm new here." Stiles said, extending his hand for a shake.

The guy just stared at it.

"Well, Stiles, just watch where youre going, and we shouldn't have any problems, ok?"

And with that, the guy was gone. No "Hi my name is…", nothing. Stiles rolled his eyes and continued on his way to the office.

When he reached the office, he approached the desk, and the nice lady, Mrs. Hastings, gave him his schedule and his room number and key as well as a map of the school.

"Now, this is Isaac, he will show you to your room." Mrs. Hastings said, gesturing to a boy with wavy brown hair, pale skin, and beautiful green eyes.

As Stiles and Isaac started walking to his room, Stiles couldn't help but look around the halls in search for the mystery man.

"So, Stiles, have you met anyone other than me and Mrs. Hastings?" Isaac asked, trying his best at small talk.

"Well, if you want to call it a 'meeting', I ran into him, tried to pick his books up, and even introduced myself. What did he say to me? 'Just watch yourself, and we shouldn't have any problems'…he was a major douche" Stiles said, crossing his arms as he walked down the hallway.

"SOUNDS like Derek Hale. Was he tall with spikey brown hair?" Isaac asked.

Stiles nodded yes to him, the name ringing some bell in his mind.

"That's Derek. He always seems like a hard-ass, but hes actually a really nice guy once you get to know him." Isaac finished, turning a corned to that lead to the dorms.

The rest of the walk was spent in silence. Stiles was trying to rack his brain to find that memory that suppressed the name "Derek Hale", but nothing was coming to mind.

When they finally got to his dorm, Stiles was worried about who he'd be living with. He wasn't sure he wanted to live with someone that he didn't know…at all. They stopped at room 249.

"Ok, well this is your room!" Isaac said, handing him the key.

Stiles took a deep breath and opened the door. The room was a decent size for a dorm, two full sized beds, a desk with two places to sit, two closets, and carpeted floors. There was an empty bed by the window that looked out to the woods behind the school, the other bed by the door had a comforter and pillows on it.

"Thanks." Stiles said, picking up his bags and walking to his bed.

"Do you need help bringing anything else in?" Isaac asked him, standing in the doorway.

"No, I'm good, thanks though." Stiles said. He was trying not to sound rude, but he really just wanted to get settled into his new living conditions. Classes would start tomorrow for him, so he just wanted to get his clothes and stuff all unpacked.

"Ok, well if you need anything, don't be afraid to ask me or any other office aid." Isaac said, backing out of the room and waving goodbye.

Stiles was finally alone. Today was already so overwhelming. Hed already made an enemy, a friend (kind of), he was going to have to learn to live with someone else (hopefully not some jocky type guy, he hated those), and he was trying to remember where he knew Derek from. It took Stiles a good half hour to get things unpacked and put in their proper place. When he finished, he plopped down on his bed, looking out the window enjoying the view.

"You must be my new roommate!" Said a voice from the door.

Stiles practically fell off his bed in surprise, he hadn't even heard the door open.

"Uhh..yea, that's me!" Stiles said, trying hard not to sound super sarcastic. The guy standing in the door way was medium height, maybe 5'10, brown hair that was all done up, brown eyes, and buff. He was a pretty attractive guy, Stiles thought to himself. Was EVERYONE in this school attractive?

"My names Scott. Scott McCall!" the boy said, walking over to Stiles to shake his hand.

Stiles took his hand in a firm shake "Stiles. Stiles Stilinski." Stiles said, giving him a smile.

"Stiles Stilinski? Is that really…"

"No," Stiles interrupted "Stiles is just what I go by. Most people cant pronounce my real first name. Maybe I'll tell you what it is one day."

Scott just laughed and laid down on his bed.

"So, Scott, what do you do around here?" Stiles asked, sitting on his bed, trying not to stare at Scott too noticeably.

"Well, I play on the schools Lacrosse team. Made first line this year!" Scott said, his face lighting up at the topic.

Great, a jock Stiles thought.

"Well, I'm not much of a sportsy person…what else can you do around here?"

"Well, we are like any other school I guess. You have band, choir, art, theatre, ect. Just find what you like to do. You can leave campus anytime of course to work or whatever. We have Friday night-Monday morning open to do whatever. Go visit home, take a weekend trip to LA, things like that." Scott said, standing up and taking his shirt off.

Stiles practically stared a hole straight into him. This guy was hot.

"Uhhh…..well…umm….tell me about the people here. Who to watch out for, who to try and get on their good side, stuff like that." Stiles said, making himself look away.

"Do you mean teacher wise or student?" Scott said, taking his gym shorts off to change. (Which of course drove Stiles mad!)

"Both." Stiles blurted out.

Scott smirked, "Ok. We'll start with teachers: Mr. Harris, chemistry teacher, total dick. Our English teacher, Mrs. Blake is freakin hot, and shes a really great teacher. Just make sure you stay on the principals good side. Hes kind of a scary dude….and trust me when I say this Stiles, you do not want to get on his bad side." Scott said, the last part sounded very serious.

"Why? Whats he like?" Stiles asked.

"Youll find out soon enough Stiles, and youll find out a lot about this school and the people that go here too. But that's all in good time. Now, for students: Of course, theres me, im the coolest kid here! Lydia Martin, Allison Argent, Jackson Whitmore, and myself hang out a lot. We are the "In" crowd I guess. Of course we are just freshman here. Derek Hale, is the guy everyone wants to be but too afraid to talk to him." Scott continued, but Stiles thoughts were brought back to Derek.

Scott continued on for about 15 more minutes, but Stiles hadn't really heard him. When he finally finished, it was 10:30 at night, Stiles climbed into bed and tried to sleep, he needed his rest if he had to start classes tomorrow.

"Im so sorry! Im Stiles!"

"Well, Stiles, watch where youre going, and we shouldn't have any problems."

"That sounds like Derek Hale"

"Youll find out a lot about this school and the people that go here, all in good time"

"Derek? Derek are you there?"

Stiles shot up in his bed. Derek was the guy he had been dreaming about! Stiles looked out the window to the woods, what he heard sounded so familiar. A howl rose from the woods, it seemed to come from just outside his view. He could have sworn he saw striking blue eyes staring right at him.