Hi guys,

For this one, it's the first part of a five-part series. I hope you'll like it !

*Remember that I will delete every mean reviews, and of course I don't own the characters !

December 31st, 2013 !

Stiles's POV !

Only thirty minutes before the beginning of the new year. The pack is reunited at Lydia's house. I wanted to dodge the party, but the look my best friend Banshee gave me made my blood run cold, and I gave up on staying home and watching the final season of Doctor Who. I'm not the only one who doesn't want to be there, in this big house filled with laughter following Jackson's bullshit jokes. Our Alpha, Derek Hale, isn't thrilled to be here. He does not like to party, and even if he is an excellent Alpha, the less he sees the pack outside of training or confrontations etc..., the better he is. Me, if I didn't want to be there, it's because of the couples my friends form. Scott and Malia. Jackson and Ethan. Lydia and Aiden. Isaac and Allison.

I'm single. Not because I'm picky, but because my heart only beats for one person in particular, and that person is staring right through me right now from across the table, as we gather to make a poker game. It was supposed to be a couple's game, but Derek and I aren't. So I play on my own, and Derek acts as dealer. Although Lydia mischievously suggested that we team up. I politely declined the offer. I don't know if Derek has noticed my confusion, although it's possible because as a werewolf and Alpha, he has innate and infallible senses. I do my best not to be distracted and to maintain a neutral, indifferent attitude while I look at my cards. I have a good game, I even have an excellent hand, but I don't show anything. My dad taught me all the tricks of poker, and he taught me all the techniques possible to maintain a normal facial expression. I'm good at not letting anything betray myself. Team Jackson/Ethan put their hand down first.

"Flush !" announces Jackson.

"I'm out." Aiden sighs.

Lydia looks upset, and I understand her. Their hand is lower, and Scott ends up calling. Ouch, they are really unlucky. Isaac and Allison land a Straight Flush.

"Not bad !" Jackson hisses.

"Stiles !" Derek said. "Are you out or not ?"

There is no money involved. We just play for the pleasure of spending the evening between us. To weld the bonds of the pack even more. It takes place once a week. We meet at Derek's loft and spend the evening watching movies, or sometimes playing board games, or like tonight, playing poker. Derek's gaze disturbs me and I need to get some fresh air. I act as if nothing had happened but I know he knows something's wrong. I lay my cards open, revealing a Royal Flush that makes me the winner of the game.

"Damn it, Stilinski !" Jackson said.

"Well done, Stiles !" Lydia tells me, sitting to my right.

"Since when do you know how to play poker ?" Ethan asked.

"Since I was twelve years old." I reply, pushing the chair gently. "My dad taught me all the tricks of the game."

I'm getting up.

"Excuse me, I'm going to take some air."

I go out the front door after putting on my jacket. Holy shit, it's cold. The snow is holding on to the ground, and even if there is no wind tonight and nothing is falling from the sky, it does not change the fact that it is freezing. But I'd rather freeze than go back inside. I can not stand it anymore. My feelings for Derek are ruining my life. I buried them deep down in me as soon as I realized that I had fallen in love with him. It was unthinkable that Derek Hale could feel anything for me. So yes, my feelings are one-sided but too bad. As long as I can see him and spend time with him, being nothing more than his friend is enough for me. I tried to be interested in other girls, or other boys, but it was useless. I'm more attracted to boys than girls. Maybe when I go to college, away from Beacon Hills, things will change, but I still have a year and a half to spend in high school. I would suffer in silence, as I have done for several months already.

"Stiles !"

Damn it… Back to the door, I didn't see it open, and it's not with my human ears that I would have heard anything. Derek's voice, calm, hoarse and without the slightest trace of impatience that characterizes him, makes me shiver more than the biting cold of this winter night. I can't stop my heart from having a slight tachycardia attack. I wrap my arms around me and take a step to the side as Derek enters my line of sight. He's so sexy wearing leather !

"What are you doing outside ?" I ask, surprised by the nonchalance in my voice.

"I'd rather ask you that." He responds with a frown. His trademark. "You've been weird all night. Don't think I didn't notice that. You avoid my gaze, your heart beats hard, too hard for it to be normal…"

"Derek, please." I interrupt him, unable to have this conversation. "Forget it, it's for the best."

"Talk to me, Stiles." he insists. "Tell me what's wrong, maybe I can help you."

"No, you can't do anything." I say. It was a lie, of course, and he understands that. I see it in his expression. "Derek…"

"Don't lie to me, Stiles !"

"What do you want me to tell you ?" I finally burst out. "Yes I'm avoiding you because it's too hard. I didn't want to come tonight so I wouldn't have to run into you. It's hard enough being surrounded by couples all the time, but I can't help but be jealous of my friends. They have someone in their life, and I don't because the boy I want, it's impossible for him to have feelings for me."

"You… you're talking about me." he breathes.

"Is that a question ?" I scoff. "Please Derek leave me I… wow, what are you doing ?"

He cups my cheek with one hand, and pulls me against him with his other hand. He wraps his arm around me. What is happening ? I've never seen Derek act like that with anyone. He looks at me strangely. Not as usual.

"What are you doing ?"

"I wanted to wait a little longer, but knowing that you are avoiding me pains me." he told me.

"I can't avoid you, Derek. We see each other all the time in relation to the pack." I try to wriggle out of his embrace, but he tightens his arm every time I try to pull back. "Please, don't play with me I..."

His index finger on my mouth, he cuts me off. It's true that I talk too much, people often point it out to me and I don't care. I'm like that, but I don't feel like Derek is shutting me up just because it pissed him off. I'm a little scared of what I read in his eyes. A piercing gaze seeking to know the smallest secrets of my soul. He frowns and turns his head towards the door. I go to ask what's going on, because I don't have the same superhuman hearing he does, but he looks at me again.

"It's midnight !" he told me.

"What…"

Ok, what's going on here ? Derek is kissing me. I try not to indulge in this kiss and enjoy it because I've been dreaming about it since I've known him, and I manage to end it and put some distance between us.

"You have no right to do this to me." I tell him, panting.

"Do what ? Kiss you ? he said, taking another step. "Stiles..."

"No, please stay where you are, otherwise I won't be able to resist you and I don't want to suffer any more." I say straight away.

"I don't mean to hurt you."

"That's what you just did by kissing me." I reply. "Derek, this is not a game for me."

"It's not a game for me either." he told me. "Stiles, I wanted to wait until you were eighteen. You are still a minor, and I am seven years older than you."

"Are you… are you telling me you like me ?" Shit, I didn't see that one coming. "Me, the fragile, hyperactive little human who talks all the time, you like me ?"

He takes a big step towards me, grabs my jacket and pulls me against him. His mouth crashes into mine, and this time I can't resist. I still want us to have a very serious discussion, but not on the landing in front of Lydia's. He frees my lips.

"Happy New Year, Stiles !"

"Don't think you're going to get away with just a happy new year." I warn him, not without a smile.

"We'll talk." he assures me.

We go back inside as if nothing had happened, at my request. We won't tell anyone until Grumpy and I have a heart-to-heart talk. Back in the living room, the girls jump into my arms and kiss me on the cheek, wishing me a happy new year. I smile, finding the joy of living that characterizes me and I hug them against me. There is a very strong bond between the four of us. I love them like the sisters I never had. Oh, they're fully aware of my feelings for Derek, but never pushed me to do anything — like confessing everything to him — that I wasn't ready to do. I let myself be drawn into a new game of poker. This time, the girls play dealers. Derek doesn't want to play, so it's me against Jackson, Aiden, Ethan, Isaac and Scott. The minutes pass, and I remain imperturbable. I even go so far as to pout like I'm deep in thought. I meet Derek's gaze, and he cracks a quick smile. One by one, the boys raise their hands. Pairs, Three of a Kind… Jackson smiles delightedly. He reveals his hand. A Flush. He looks at me, as if to say I won. I wink at him, and reveal my hand.

"Four of a Kind Ace !"

"What ?" writes Jackson.

"You would be amazing in a casino." Malia tells me. "Are we giving it a try ?"

"Uh no !" I say. "On this crushing victory, I'm going home."

"What, already ?" wondered Lydia.

"Yeah I'm exhausted, but I promise we'll have a girls night out very soon."

I open my arms to my three sisters for a group hug.

"A girls night out ?" repeats Jackson, mockingly. "Seriously, Stiles ?"

"What ?" I say, my arms around Malia and Allison. "We have fun. We paint our nails, we make up, we braid each other and they tell me all your flaws."

And I'm very serious. Well, I kiss my girlfriends on the cheek, deliberately adding more, which annoys Aiden, Isaac and Scott, who recover their respective darling. Me, I'm fed up.

"You really need to find yourself a girl." Aiden muttered.

I choke out a laugh.

"What ?" he asks. "What did I say ?"

"Where were you when Stilinski came out to us ?" Jackson wants to know.

"Wait, were you serious ?"

I roll my eyes, and the others are as exasperated as I am.

"Lydia, I'll let you manage your stupid boyfriend." I tell her.

Poor thing... Aiden is a smart person, well, less than Ethan but still. Anyway, I put my jacket back on and go out again in the winter cold. My footsteps crunch in the snow. I get in my jeep and turn the ignition on. I let the engine run for a few minutes, when the door on my side opens on Derek.

"You were planning to leave without calculating me ?"

I should have known he was going to follow me.

"Sorry." I am watching him. "Look Derek, I'm a little confused here. I didn't expect you to kiss me. God knows I dreamed of it !" I see him smile. "Can we talk about it later ? I wasn't kidding I'm really exhausted."

"Okay, but I'll follow you with my car to your house to make sure nothing happens to you." he told me.

"Derek Hale, worried ?" I smile in spite of myself.

"Don't tell anyone." he told me, closing the door.

Throughout the trip I'm as if feverish. I can clearly see Derek's Camaro driving behind me. I yawn till my jaw drops. I am relieved when I park in front of my house. My father is at the police station. Guess people are crazier during the holidays. I slip the key into the lock, eager to get back to the comfort of my bed, when a hand – Derek's – encircles my wrist. Shit, since when did Derek become so tactile and above all, so sweet ? I must be dreaming.

"Stiles !"

His breath tickles my neck. His body is too close to mine for me to think properly, and I just want to kiss him. In fact, that's what I do. I turn around and kiss him. I can't hide my surprise when Derek takes control of the kiss, slamming me against the door. My arms end up around his neck, and his hands on my waist. I feel his tongue caress my lips asking for entrance, which I grant him. If I wasn't in his arms, I probably would have collapsed. Yes, it's my first kiss, and I'm so glad Derek Hale gave it to me. I end it reluctantly.

"Stop !" My voice is now a scratchy whisper. "Not until we talk."

"You kissed me." he reminds me.

"I know." It's stronger than me. I rest my forehead against his. "I'll go to the loft later. When I would have slept and, we will discuss."

"OK ! You notify when you leave home."

I can only promise him that. To avoid getting overwhelmed again, I kiss his cheek.

"Good night, Derek !"

"Good night !"

I go in and I close the door with difficulty, but I close it. I only pull away after hearing the Camaro start up, and pull away. I lock the door and go up to the bedroom. I take off my shoes, put my jacket on my desk chair and fall asleep without bothering to change. Derek kissed me !

I kissed Derek !

But the most important thing is that Derek Hale kissed me first.