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"Who was it?" Lydia Stilinski asked her twin brother, Stiles. Stiles just came home from lacrosse practice, sporting a black eye and a bruised cheek. They were too prominent to have been done by accident.
"Garret and Ennis." he signs with his hands, lying flat on his bed. Lydia sighs.
"Again?" she asks, sitting on the edge of his bed. She rubs his back.
"Please don't tell Dad." he writes on his whiteboard, trying to hold back his tears.
"Okay, I won't." Lydia says, slightly hugging her distressed brother.
"Can you please go. I want to be alone right now." he writes, his usual 'I don't give a shit about what you think' hand writing was now switched with his,'Please don't hurt me, I didn't mean it,' font.
"Okay, I love you."
"Love you too." Stiles writes as he sniffles. Stiles was used to getting beaten up and called mean names by everyone at school, except Lydia and Scott. They all made fun of him because he was mute, and a fox. All people thought he was weak, and useless.
Except Lydia and Scott, of course. Scott has been Stiles best friend since forever, as in when Stiles was still talking.
Stiles stopped talking when his mother died. Lydia was affected too, but she was always more of a daddy's girl. Stiles always wanted to spend time with Claudia, and he did, until she got sick.
Stiles goes to sleep after that, the thought of his mother being to much for him.
Stiles woke up the next day, Tuesday, with his face hurting more than it did when he got them.
"Stiles, wake up." Lydia said, walking into his room. Like every morning, she walked into his closet and picked out an outfit to wear. The action always made Stiles laugh. Although Stiles never talked, he still laughed. He always kept laughing. Stiles gets up just in time to see his sister laying out dark blue jeans and a plain black shirt that hugs his chest.
"Kids! You're going to be late to school!" Papa Stilinski shouts from downstairs. Stiles gets up quickly, shoving on the clothes and running a shaky hand through his messy hair.
"WE'RE COMING!" Lydia yells, almost straight into her brothers ear. Stiles flinches back, and writes 'Geez' on his chalkboard that surrounds his room. His room was painted with a special paint that made the room a giant chalkboard that he could write on it. Lydia laughs, and pulls him out of the door to Stiles's jeep.
When they finally get to school, they have five minutes until the bell rings. Lydia and Stiles are in almost all classes together except math. Which he shared with Garret and Ennis.
Unlucky for him, that was his first period class. They never beat him up, during class. They only laughed and called him mean names. And then beat him up after/during lacrosse practice.
"Come on." he signs, pulling Lydia toward their homeroom class.
"Okay, no need to push me." she says, letting Stiles pull her. They sit down in their normal seats, Lydia talking to all her friends. Stiles, had no friends, except Scott and Lydia. But Scott wasn't in his homeroom class.
So Stiles did what he did every morning at school, stared at Derek Hale.
Derek Hale was also one of the only people in this school that never made fun of Stiles. Although, he also never spoke to anyone. People knew he spoke, because he said the answers in class. He had black hair and green eyes. He was tall, taller than Stiles, and had broad shoulders. Basically Stiles's fantasy man.
The bell rings, snapping Stiles out of his fantasy. He doesn't need people making more fun of him for being a gay, mute, fox. No one at Beacon Hills High School was a fox. No one. Nada. So Stiles was alone. Great.
Stiles gets up and walks calmly to math, kissing Lydia's cheek before he leaves.
"See you in English, Stil." she says,using the nickname of his nickname. Stiles gives her a mock salute. Lydia laughs and watches him leave.
Little do they know, Derek Hale is watching the whole interaction and he walks out the door. While Stiles 'talks' to Scott, he stares at him.
Stiles really likes him, but that all changes after lacrosse practice.
Although Derek plays basketball, not lacrosse, he still uses the locker rooms with the lacrosse team. You see, Stiles was just minding his own business, only with a towel around his waist. Everyone had left, except Stiles, Derek, Garret, and Ennis.
"Hey! Stilinski!" Garret yells, coming up from behind him. Stiles panicked and turns around, only to see Ennis. He was trapped.
Garret first punched him hard in the stomach. Stiles crouched over, Ennis punches him in the face repeatedly. Stiles falls on the ground, giving the boys oportunitys to kick him in the side, hard. But then it gets worse.
"Hey! Hale! Get over here!" Garret yells, taking hold of one of Stiles arms, Ennis taking the other. Derek nervously walks over there.
"You're going to write, 'Property of Hale' on his neck with permanent marker." Ennis says, taking out a marker.
"What will that do?" Derek asks, really not wanting to do this.
"It'll show him who's the boss." Ennis says, still holding out the marker.
"Why would I do this?" he asks, not understanding why they couldnt just leave him alone.
"If you don't we'll hurt Cora." Garret states. Derek stares at them with a deadly look, sighing and looking down at Stiles. Stiles eyes plead not to do it, but Derek just looks to the two bullies and nods.
Derek sits on his knees and uncaps the pen. After he finishes he stands up to look at it.
'PROPERTY OF HALE'
For some reason seeing the words makes Derek's wolf purr, but then he looks at his side and face. Covered in bruises and cuts.
Ennis and Garret drop Stiles, letting him fall hard on the floor.
"Later, loser." Garret says as they leave. Derek leaves too, or does he? Derek pretends to leave to see how Stiles will react.
Stiles doesn't do anything. Although he changes. That Derek pays attention to. The curve of his back, pale creamy looking skin, and the moles. Oh, the moles. All Derek wants to do is lick and kiss everyone of them.
Stiles finishes grabbing his stuff and changing he heads toward the door. But Derek stops him.
"I'm so sorry! I really didn't want to do that! But you understand, right? They threatened to hurt my sister. You'd do that for Lydia, right? Please, I'm so so sorry. I hope we can just forget about all this and maybe be friends." Derek says, smiling at the end. Stiles's face shows no emotion.
But then Stiles does something that surprises Derek a lot.
"Fuck you." Stiles says, pushing past Derek.