AN: Hi, so… I was glad to see how many people read my story, and how many followed / favorited. There will be a little bit of a Sterek moment this chapter (Yeah!), and part of it will be from Derek's point of view. Also I feel I should point out that I am Canadian and as such have no experience whatsoever with the American school system. Therefore the school schedule etc. will be based on what I've experienced in the Canadian system. Also there is mention of character death in this chapter, it's not anyone important to the story, nor is it someone that I think people will be particularly upset about, but I felt the need to warn you.

Disclaimer: Don't own Teen Wolf If I did Sterek would be canon

Enjoy

Stiles walked into the high school cafeteria for the first time ever with Scott by his side and ten dollars in his pocket to buy his very first high school cafeteria lunch. He and Scott followed the general flow of teenagers towards the cafeteria line looking around the room in interest.

Stiles smiled at Scott standing beside him as they joined the line and started moving towards the food, "Are you ready for this Scott? This will be our first taste of the same bland, awful cafeteria food that we'll be eating every weekday during the school year for the next four years, unless we start packing lunches."

"Food is food," Scott replied with a fond smile for his friend, "I highly doubt that anything here could be awful enough to make me get out of bed and actually pack a lunch."

Stiles snorted at his friend's laziness then turned and took a couple of steps forward, still following the line. He was about to respond when he was interrupted by someone behind them, "Scott, Stiles, how are you guys?"

Stiles felt his eyebrows climbing his forehead in surprise as he recognized Alison's voice. He turned to where the voice had come from, and was startled to find Alison standing just behind them in line with Jackson and Lydia who were both glaring daggers into the back of Alison's head, probably for interacting with losers like Scott and Stiles.

"Hey Alison," Stiles said with a smile. He was still a little surprised that she was talking to them, but then he remembered that look that she'd been giving Scott earlier – it was pretty similar to the look she was giving him while they talked – and his surprise faded a little bit.

"So how's you first day going so far?" she asked with a friendly smile, sounding honestly curious

"Good," Stiles responded with a smile, "We didn't really do anything in English or chemistry; just syllabises and rules. My chemistry teacher hates me, but my English teacher seems pretty awesome. We're doing Romeo and Juliette."

Alison nodded along as she listened, but kept on stealing glances over to Stiles left where Scott was staring at her with a dazed expression, but that was okay because someone was finally interested in Scott… and Stiles was doing the same thing with Lydia. The chatted idly until they got to the food - they figured out that they had music together during 4th period for 1st semester, and Stiles told Alison about how he and Scott were going to try out for the lacrosse team.

For their entire conversation Scott was silent, staring at her like a lost puppy, while Jackson glared daggers at Stiles, and Lydia stared off into space looking bored. After they'd paid for their food Stiles gave a regretful sigh before saying, "Well it's been nice talking to you Alison, but we'd better go find somewhere to sit."

Before Stiles could even so much as turn to walk away Alison asked a question that renewed Stiles hope that this year might actually be different, "Why don't you guys come sit with us?"

"What!" Jackson shouted in indignation, but any further protest was cut off by Lydia's sharp elbow hitting him hard in the stomach.

"That's a fantastic idea Alison," Lydia replied in an excessively peppy tone. Stiles raised an eyebrow at this; he could see that Lydia was clearly working some kind of angle. She was a lot smarter than most people realized and he wondered what she would gain from using Alison like this. He just hoped that Alison came out of it okay; she seemed like a sweet girl.

"I don't see why not," Stiles said with a smile. He glanced over his shoulder at Scott to see him still drooling over Alison, "What do you say Scott?"

Scott emitted a quiet squeak which Stiles took as assent so he looked back to Lydia who had a sickly sweet fake smile on her face, Jackson who was clearly trying (not very successfully) to hold back her laughter, and Alison who was staring at Scott dreamily, "Lead the way."

Lydia led them over to the table where the most popular students in their grade were sitting. One of the guys, a tall muscular jock who definitely hadn't made frequent appearances in Stiles' shower fantasies, seemed like he was about to protest Stiles and Scott eating with them, but Lydia shut him down with nothing more than a raised eyebrow.

Stiles had to say he was oddly disappointed with the popular table. None of the conversations were particularly interesting and Scott was too busy starring silently at Alison to interact with, it was getting kind of creepy. So Stiles alternated between staring at Lydia, and the empty spot beside Lydia as he talked quietly with Danny, one of the more friendly popular students.

Lunch continued in this fashion until an awed whisper brought all conversation at the table to an immediate halt, "Guys, Derek Hale is starring at us!"

Stiles looked at the girl who'd whispered with a raised eyebrow, "Who the Hell is Derek Hale?"

The girl look at him like a piece of dog shit that she'd stepped in, "He's only the most popular guy in the school, the captain of the lacrosse team, and most importantly the hottest guy in the city."

Jackson snorted, and received glares from every girl at the table.

Lydia looked up from studying her nails, "I can't believe it took you all so long to notice," she scolded, her voice dripping with disinterest, "and he's not starring at us… he's starring at Stiles."

"What!" squawked Stiles, then he quickly surveyed the cafeteria until his eyes met a pair of piercing, brilliant blue eyes that seemed to be staring straight into his soul. Those eyes were set in a ruggedly handsome face with extremely angry looking eyebrows, and a perfect amount of stubble for a five o'clock shadow. His face was of course attached to a body, and WOW! That was enough to fuel Stiles shower time fantasies for the rest of his high school career. He chose to ignore the fact that Derek in his tight shirt, leather jacket, and fitted black jeans that was fantasy worthy rather than Lydia with her sexy little smirk that was probably a result of Stiles' gobsmacked expression. He still maintained that he was completely straight; appreciating another guy's body does not make me gay! Stiles thought to himself.

Never taking his eyes off Stiles Derek leaned over to the pretty dark haired girl sitting on his right and seemed to whisper something in her ear. She rolled her eyes at him, and laughed so loudly that they could hear it across the cafeteria. She sobered up when she saw the angry look on Derek's face. They whispered back and forth between each other for a few minutes before the girl stood and started gliding across the cafeteria towards them.

"Holy shit," muttered one of the other girls, "Laura Hale is coming over here."

Everyone at the table stared with gaping mouths as the girl approached them, except for Lydia who had returned to examining her nails with a bored expression.

"Hi," Greeted the girl, "You're Stiles right? The Sherriff's son?"

Stiles nodded his head dumbly, mouth still gaping open. Laura chuckled slightly at his expression before continuing, "I'm Laura Hale. My brother Derek and I are hosting a first week of school party at our house this Saturday, and we'd love for you to come."

She looked at Stiles expectantly for a moment before figuring out that he probably wasn't going to respond, "Well you don't need to worry about bringing anything, we already have drinks and stuff, umm be there around like 9:00 I guess… Oh! Here's Derek's number in case you need directions or anything. So… we hope you can make it!" she said handing Stiles what looked like a business card. Then she turned and walked away.

Stiles thought he might as well just say what everyone was thinking, so he did, "What the hell just happened?"

Derek's POV:

Derek had not been looking forward to his first day back at school. Frankly he hated the place, it was full of awkward smells, the other boys all acted possessive and jealous, and the girls were all over him all the time – it was like they were in heat.

Derek had never really been able to properly understand human social interactions, and the entire high school experience had been an unpleasant and uncomfortable one for him. He'd never understood why he was so popular, when he asked Laura she'd told him he was just too gorgeous to be anything but popular. He decided to take her word for it, she was better at that kind of thing than he was.

The girls especially made him extremely uncomfortable, ever since Kate he'd been extremely leery of the other gender. It'd been three years ago that they'd met, Derek had been stunned when one of the hottest most popular girls in the senior class had walked up to him and started flirting his awkward freshman self.

At first dating Kate had been a dream, but soon enough it had gone wrong. Derek's parents had caught Kate trying to set their house on fire… with their entire family inside. Apparently she was a hunter, and she'd just been using him to get close to his family. His parents had stopped her in action, and reported her to the Hunter's council in New York. They'd found her guilty of breaking the code, and several counts of attempted murder. She'd been executed shortly after. Apparently the Hunters were extremely harsh on those who get caught breaking the code.

So Derek was dreading having to spend the next several months in that awful place when he and Laura got out of his black Camaro. His hair was ruffled messily in what Laura like to call his sex hair, and he was wearing his favorite leather jacket over a tight black t-shirt, and a pair of black jeans that fit him just right.

Then they walked into the school itself and suddenly Derek's jeans seemed a bit too tight… in the crotch. He started to blatantly sniff the air in the middle of the hallway wanting more of that wonderful smell that had his cock swelling in his pants.

Laura looked at him curiously no doubt smelling his arousal and noticing his odd behavior, "Derek?" she made his name a question, "What's going on?"

"God, can't you smell it Laura? Isn't it wonderful?"

Laura just looked at him bemusedly for a moment before changing the topic, "Come on, let's go find our lockers."

Laura and Derek went to their lockers side by side, where they were immediately surrounded by a crowd of admirers and Laura's friends. Derek did what he always did in these situations, stood silently beside Laura and glowered at anyone who tried to talk to him.

Throughout the day Derek kept smelling the same scent that had affected him so heavily when he'd entered the school. He could never seem to find the source of the scent though, no matter how hard he looked for it, until he was sitting in the cafeteria beside Laura surrounded by all their friends.

He could smell the scent clearly drifting across the cafeteria from an average height, slender teenager with a buzz cut, and an excessive number of moles. Derek could only stare.

With his werewolf hearing he could hear their conversations from across the cafeteria. He heard when the girl noticed him staring towards them. He heard when a different girl pointed out that he was staring at the boy, they called him Stiles. Then the boy looked up, clearly shocked, and met Derek's eyes.

In that moment Derek knew. He knew that Stiles was what he'd been waiting for his whole life, what he'd been looking for when he was with Kate, everything that he needed to be happy. His wolf gave a content rumble in his head as his entire being focussed in on one word, Mate.

After a couple seconds of staring Derek leaned over to Laura and whispered in her ear, "I want you to invite that kid, Stiles, to our party on Saturday."

Laura burst out in laughter until she saw the serious expression on Derek's face, then she was just exasperated, "Derek, he's a freshman, and not a popular one," seeing that he still looked determined she decided to go on, "his dad's the sheriff, he'll shut the party down."

"I don't care," Derek replied, "I want him there."

"Derek what is going on with you?" She asked rhetorically, then her eyes widened almost comically, "Derek is he your…"

Derek cut her off, "Just invite him to the party, and don't tell Mom or Dad about this."

He watched as Laura huffed a small sigh before standing and making her way across the cafeteria towards Stiles. He listened to their whole conversation never once taking his eyes off of Stiles, as Laura talked to him. He almost choked on his water when Laura gave the boy Derek's number.

Then he watched as she turned and made her way back to their table. The entire population of the school was staring at them as she retook her place on the bench beside Derek.

"There, are you happy now?" She said with a small grin

"Thanks Laura," Derek responded, "Do you think he'll come?"

Laura snorted, "Derek he's an unpopular freshman, and he was specifically invited to a party, hosted by the two most popular seniors in the school, by one of those seniors… he'd be insane not to come."

Derek grunted, "I just hope he comes."

Laura smiled at him fondly, "I do to."

The other occupants of their table looked at them still confused by Laura's actions, desperately trying to eavesdrop on the whispered conversation between the siblings.

AN: There is a nice long chapter for you, I hoped you liked it. If you have any thoughts or suggestions let me know, I'd love to hear them. Also I apologize for the vaguely Twilight esque feel of the Sterek interaction in this chapter, I promise to try to avoid that kind of thing from now on.

To Puckurt-vs-Kurtofsky: Thank you for the review and I'm glad you liked most of the first chapter. I see where you're coming from with the Stiles and Lydia thing. To be frank I kind of agree that it was too much and actually considered going back and changing it after I did my final read through, but decided to leave it. My justification for this is that it was his first day of school and his nerves would contribute to making his more hyperactive than usual. Rest assured that he will not be like that for the rest of the fic, I hope you liked him better this chapter.