The next day at school sails by smoothly. The only difference is that the twins – Jessica and James – and Cora are all acting as if he's family and waving at him in the halls. It's a bit odd, especially when they try to sit with him and Scott at lunch. Even worse when they act like he's not going to fink on them when he catches them playing Pokémon in class while they're supposed to be taking notes on the lecture. Well he would fink but he's too busy dying of laughter at the pure irony.

Which nets him detention, but it's totally worth it for the looks of embarrassment when the twins figure out – through his quiet wheezing – why he was laughing so hard. So all in all, his life doesn't change as drastically as he thought it would.

Until that Thursday when he's walking up to his Jeep after staying behind to finish grading essays and is practically slammed into the driver's side door. Stiles is about to send his assailant flying when he remembers where he is and how many people could potentially see, despite the near hour delay of Stiles leaving the school.

His assailant whips him around to face them and Stiles is actually surprised to see Derek is his assailant.

"Derek. How nice to see you. What can I help you with?" Stiles asks, in a calm voice.

"You're going to answer a few questions, Stiles." Derek growls, his eyes flashing blue.

"Uh…A, stop flashing your eyes; you're in public you dunce. B, calm down, I'll tell you anything you want to know but only if you ask nicely. I know you weren't raised in a barn." Stiles reaches up and pulls Derek's hands off his jacket.

"For someone who claims to be so afraid of me, you're rather calm." Derek grins out, but his eyes return to their more human state.

"I lied."

"You can't lie to us. To me."

Stiles looks at Derek, pitying that this Derek doesn't know him all that well.

A while back, Stiles had learned how to use his powers to lie to Werewolves. Pretty easy, actually. All you had to do was regulate your breathing and heart rate.

"I'm a fuzzy purple dinosaur who stands seven feet tall and eats kittens for lunch." He tells Derek with a straight face, hoping he still has the skill as mastered in this body as he did in the other one.

He didn't really have a Werewolf to test it on until now.

Derek backs up, looking confused.

"Yeah, exactly." Stiles opens his driver side door and tosses in his back pack before closing the door and leaning against it.

"So what's so important that you had to ambush me in public?"

Derek looks uncomfortable.

Stiles just waits. He's really got nowhere to be except home and his dad won't be home until seven tonight.

"How'd you know about Kate? About her being a Hunter? And how'd you know about me for that matter?"

"I have a lot of history with Kate and I've known about your family being what they are for quite a long time."

"What do you mean History? And how do you know about my family?"

Okay, so Stiles hadn't thought this through as well as he should have.

"Alright, well there are certain thing I can't tell you. I can tell you that I know people who Kate has hurt irrevocably. She burned a house to the ground and killed everyone inside. There were humans in there and she had no problem with killing them."

"And how do you know my family?"

"That one's a bit more complicated." Stiles confesses. "I've known your family – well, known about your family – since I was young. That's all I can give you for now."

Derek looks like he's about to protest, but Scott comes running over, yelling Stiles' name.

"Oh, good, you haven't left yet!" Scott comes to a stop in front of Stiles and Derek, leaning over to catch his breath.

"Oh. Hey, Derek." Scott waves, and Derek looks at Stiles accusingly.

"What?" Stiles whispers, defensively.

"Lacrosse got canceled because someone broke coach's windshield. I've got like two hours to spare, you think you could give me a ride to your place and we could hang?"

"Yeah, sure." Scott smiles and rounds the car before getting into the passenger seat.

Stiles turns to get into the driver's seat when Derek grabs his arm.

"Did you tell your friend about us?"

"What? No. Don't be ridiculous." Stiles pulls away and gets in the car.

He's got the car started and in reverse before her rolls down the window to look at Derek.

"I told him about me and Supernatural stuff in general and he pretty much guessed from there." He backs out of the spot before driving out of the parking lot.