Chapter 5

Stiles slowly backed out of the locker room, his head spinning. So Derek was the one he had been dreaming about, the one he had seen in the mirror. But why? What did Derek have to do with Stiles? Why was the tattoo an importance? What was the missing puzzle piece? Stiles had to get to chemistry with Professor Harris.

Stiles got to chemistry right as the bell rang. He took a seat in the next to Scott and got his book out.

"Mr. Stilinski, I'm not one for wasting my class time for introductions," Mr. Harris said, not even bothering to turn around from the chalk board, "So I will say this, and listen well: behave in my class and act like a civilized adult, and we will get along well. Do otherwise, and I will make your life here at Beacon Hills a living hell. Do we understand one another?" He said, turning to look at Stiles over his glasses.

Stiles simply nodded, too shocked that a teacher could be so cold on his first day. Mr. Harris simply gave him a smirk.

"Now, everyone turn to page 168 and start reading the chapter. If I hear you talking, I may be forced to throw something at you."

Most of the class rolled their eyes and started reading. Stiles was seriously frightened by this teacher.

The rest of the class dragged on as they read the chapter and did a power point lesson. When the bell finally rang signaling the end of the day, Stiles packed up his books and he and Scott headed out of class to their dorm to put up their belongings.

"So why did you stay behind and talk to Derek for? What did you guys talk about?" Scott asked, genuinely interested.

"I wanted to see what his problem with me was. Ever since yesterday, after I accidently bumped into him, he's been a complete and utter dick to me, and that's what I told him."

"Wait, you actually TOLD him that?" Scott asked, "Stiles, you need to be careful with Derek. Like I've said before, there are things about him you just don't know. He…can be dangerous."

"Well, he didn't do anything to me, and he's not going to. If he were going to, he would have done it then when we were alone. Scott, I'm from Texas, it takes a lot to get me frightened." Stiles said, trying to sound confident.

The rest of the way to the dorm was spent with chit chat about the day and the teachers and what Stiles thought of the school. When they got back to the dorm, they put their stuff up and Scott started to change clothes.

"Have you ever played Lacrosse?"

"Um…no," Stiles answered, "I'm not really good at sports. I'm 147 pounds of pale skin and bones; sarcasm is the only thing I'm good at."

Scott just laughed, rolled his eyes, and picked up his lacrosse stick.

"Well, we are having tryouts in a couple of days for this season. Why don't you come to practice with me today and see how it is, maybe I can convince you to play, I could really use someone to really talk to on the team."

"Sure, I'll go. Its not like I have anything better to do." Stiles said, picking up his hoodie and throwing it on.

As they walked out of their dorm room, the door across the hall opened. Standing in the doorway, staring at him, was Derek. Stiles froze for a second, gained his composure, then spoke.

"Hey Derek! How are you?"

Derek just glared at him, the same "I hate the world" expression on his face.

"Whatever." Stiles said, jogging slightly to catch up with Scott.

*Derek's POV*

Derek walked back into his room, slightly slamming the door. He plopped down on his bed, a million questions running through his mind. Why did this kid come here of all places? Why did he insist on talking to me? Why do I keep dreaming about him?

Derek got up from his bed and walked out of the dorm room. He needed to get some fresh air and get his mind off of Stiles. He went outside, and the cool Autumn air his him. He usually went to the track to run, but today he needed to go through the forest today. Nothing made Derek feel more alive than a good run through the woods. As he ran, he came to the gate that wrapped around the school grounds. Derek scaled it without any problem, hitting the ground and continuing to run. Finally, after about fifteen minutes of running, he came to Beacon Hills Cemetery. About 3 years ago, Derek had lost his family in a fire that destroyed his whole home. The police had cleared it up as arson, but couldn't find who the arsonist was.

Derek walked past several tomb stones, each one giving him a chill to realize how many people had died in the last 5 years. Finally, he came to the Hale plot. Going to his mothers grave, he sat down and laid back against it.

"Oh mom, how I wish you were here. I need your guidance…What am I supposed to do? This boy has come here and things are starting to change. The last full moon was the worst its been in ages. What is it about this boy?" Derek sat there, closing his eyes. As he sat there, a tear escaped from his eye, he wiped it away and stood up. "Ok mother, I love you dearly, and miss you so much." And then he started running back to the school.

*Stiles POV*

Stiles and Scott had finally made it to the field.

"There you are Scott! Its about time you showed up!" The goalie Danny yelled from across the field. "We are about to start!"

"Ok Stiles, just go over there and sit by Lydia." Scott said, pointing at the beautiful redhead on the bleachers.

Stiles nodded "Good luck!" Stiles said, heading over to Lydia.

"Hey Lydia!" Stiles said, sitting beside her.

"Oh, hey Stanley." Lydia said, as she continued to file her nails.

"Uh, its Stiles…we had lunch together?" Stiles said, confused.

"What the hell is a Stiles?" She said, rolling her eyes and looking at him.

"I am…you know, just forget it." Stiles said, turning to face the field.

They played the rest of the practice, Scott's team winning. Afterwards, he and Scott headed back to their dorm so Scott could shower. Stiles was finally beginning to feel at home. He had a friend who seemed to want to hang out with him, his classes were personal enough that he didn't feel like just another number. When they got back to the room, Stiles plopped down on the bed and turned on the police scanner he had taken from his Dad's office.

"This is officer 202 to Sheriff Stilinski"

"This is Sheriff Stilinski, go ahead."

Stiles couldn't help but smile when he heard his Dad's voice.

"Scott, that's my dad!" Stiles said, pointing at the scanner.

"Sheriff, I'm at the Beacon Hills Cemetery, and sir…we've found something I think you need to see." The voice shaking a little as they announced the news.

"What is it officer?" Sheriff Stilinski responded.

"Sir, there's a lady here who looks like she's been mauled by some kind of animal sir. Scratch marks, bite marks, there's blood everywhere. We've contacted the paramedics. Sir, she's dead."

Stiles looked up at Scott, but the look on Scotts face alarmed Stiles. It was not a look of worry or concern, Scott looked like he knew what had killed that lady.

*It was requested that I do a Derek POV part, so hope you enjoy it!:) There will be more to come!*