*ok guys, please bear with me. This chapter is a lot of ground work for the story, so its kind of slow, but please just get through it, and I promise the next chapter will be so much better!:)*

Stiles woke early the next morning to get a shower and get ready for his first day at his new school. He walked slowly over to the bathroom, the morning grogginess tugging at him to get back into bed. He was so tired that he didn't even think to knock on the bathroom door, he just walked right in to see a naked Scott getting out of the shower.

"Whoa! Man, what are you doing?" Scott asked, covering himself with a towel.

"I..I am so, so, so, sorry! Im so sorry! Im just gonna.."

"Get out!"

"Yea! That! Sorry again!" Stiles said, closing the door behind him, he cheeks flushed with color. When Scott got out, Stiles couldn't look at him. He was too embarrassed and too afraid of what Scott might do. His second day at school and hed already made a fool of himself.

Finally, he got the nerve to speak.

"Listen, Scott, I am so sorry about what just happened. I'm not used to having a roommate. It wont happen again! I swear!" Stiles rambled, trying not to sound scared.

"Dude, its cool. Im used to having other guys see me naked, its apart of sports. Just as long as you get that I'm not gay, so don't get the wrong impression." Scott said, putting on a shirt.

"NO! Not at all!" Stiles replied, standing from his bed and heading to the bathroom. "Again, I'm so sorry!"

Stiles showered and did his hair, getting ready to start his day. It was 7:35 and classes started at 8. His first class of the day was English with Mrs. Blake. Scott had nothing but good things to say about her, so he was pleased he had her first. The school grounds were surprisingly big, the dorms were on the east side of campus, the lacrosse field to the south, the school took up the majority of the grounds, and then of course the forest that seemed to stretch forever. When Stiles finally arrived to class, it was 7:52.

"Good morning!" Mrs. Blake said, "You must be Mr. Stilinski. Im Mrs. Blake, and I teach Freshman English. Let me see what desk we have open for you to sit at. "

Mrs. Blake walked to her desk and looked at the seating chart.

"It seems the only desk available is behind Mr. Lahey." Mrs. Blake announced, walking over to it to show Stiles where it was. "Will that be ok?"

"Yea, sure!" Stiles said, trying to hide the distress in his tone. Mr. Lahey, aka Isaac, had been the one who had shown Stiles to his room. For some reason, Stiles got a weird vibe from him, however, he couldn't quit put his finger on it.

When class started, Stiles wasn't at all surprised when Mrs. Blake asked him to come to the front.

"Ok guys, this is our new student at Beacon Hills, his name is Mr. Stilinski! Let's try our best to make him feel welcome. Would you like to say anything to the class?" She asked Stiles.

"Uhh..hey guys! I go by Stiles. My real first name is too difficult to try and make people pronounce, so just call me Stiles." He said. He gave Mrs. Blake a nod and walked back to his seat.

"Ok, today we will begin our lecture on the proper use of similes and metaphors in writing. Open your books to page 251…."

The first half of the day dragged on. Class after class Stiles had to come to the front to be introduced. Time after time he had to explain why he goes by Stiles Stilinski. Finally the bell for lunch rang. Stiles couldn't have been happier, he was starving. Stiles followed the crowd to the lunch room. The student body was small enough, that everyone ate lunch together. Stiles walked into the cafeteria and immediately spotted him from across the room. Derek Hale, sitting at a table by himself, looking as angry as ever. Derek suddenly looked up and made eye contact with Stiles, as if he had heard ever thought that went through Stiles head. Stiles looked away, being a little too obvious that he had been staring.

Suddenly, Derek got up from his seat, and started to walk to Stiles, his eyes trained on him. Stiles heart started beating faster and faster, and the look on Derek's face made it look like he could hear it. Finally, Derek was two feet away from him.

"Hello Stiles." Is all he said and suddenly, Derek grabbed the back of his neck and started kissing him. Not just any kiss, but a slow, passionate, border lines make out right here in front of everyone.

"Stiles…STILES!" a voiced called out, making Derek disappear and the cafeteria reappear. He looked around, there was Derek, sitting at his table all alone and Scott was behind him shaking him. "Dude, what's up with you?" Scott asked, giving him a very strange look.

"Nothing, sorry. What's up?" Stiles asked, taking one more glance Derek's way.

"I was just going to see if you wanted to sit with us today. I know its your first day and all, so I figured you needed a friend." Scott said, giving Stiles the most adorable smile.

"Sure! That would be great!" Stiles said, following Scott to the table where, what seemed to be the super popular kids, sat.

Lunch consisted of idle conversations about lacrosse, Dallas, why Stiles, how his dad is gonna like being the sheriff, things like that. When the bell rang for next class, Stiles said his goodbyes and headed to the gym for PE. Scott, too, had PE, so he offered to show Stiles where to go. Stiles and Scott got dressed in their gym clothes and walked into the gym. Scott was talking about how Coach Finstock was the funniest teacher at Beacon Hills. He was telling Stiles about his independence day speech when Stiles looked over to see Derek Hale entering the gym.

"Does he really have gym with us?" Stiles asked Scott, trying hard not to sound somewhat pleased.

"Yea, why? Do you have a problem with Derek?" Scott asked him.

"No, its just…I think he hates me. He has this look about him…" Stiles said, looking at Derek.

Scott just rolled his eyes.

"Youre lookin too much in to things, he always has that look. Just don't mess with him, ok? There are things here that you just don't know about and probably don't need to know about." Scoot said.

"Like what?" Stiles asked him, his eyes wide with anticipation.

"Ok ladies, today we are gonna play dodge ball" said a voice from behind him. Coach Finstock had emerged from his office carrying a dodge ball and a whistle around his neck.

"Hey Greenberg." Coach said, and when the kid named Greenberg turned around, SMACK! The ball hit him right in the face.

"Sorry Greenberg, forgot to say 'Think fast!" Coach said, with a menacing grin.

They played dodge ball and then class was over. Stiles and Scott went and got dressed back into their school clothes. As they were walking out, Derek was walking in.

"Go ahead, I'll catch up to you." Stiles said. Scott gave him a look, but then walked away.

Stiles entered the locker room. It was just he and Derek in there.

"Derek, look, I feel like we got off on the wrong foot. Hi, I'm Stiles." He said, approaching Derek with his hand stretched out.

Derek turned and looked at him, his eyes felt like they were piercing into Stiles' soul.

"Derek." He said, not bothering to take his hand. Stiles dropped his hand with an irritated sigh.

"Look, I don't know why you are being so rude. I accidently bumped into you and now you hate me? Please tell me how that works." Stiles said, folding his arms.

Derek turned around and walked towards him.

"Im not afraid of you, ok?" Stiles said. Derek got closer to where he was inches away from Stiles' face. "Ok, maybe I am. But that still doesn't change the fact that you need to stop being a prick."

Derek just rolled his eyes and turned around, taking his shirt off to change. Stiles was about to leave when he saw it. In the middle of his shoulder blades in thick black ink, was the tattoo he had seen in the mirror.