"Hey, uhm are you okay in there, do you need anything? Like someone to get you a paper towel or help you clean that mess you made? I'm sure i can find someone that will be willing to" Lydia says as she is walking into the bathroom, the mens bathroom...She hears someone throwing up and gets nervous and what's to make sure the person is okay, out of character a bit you would think, but she has her moments. She hears the toilet flush and a very familiar man walks out of the larger stall, the one that is handicap accessible , "Stiles, are you feeling ill?"

"Just a tad under the weather, thats all" He brushes off her concern trying to act nonchalant as if it was normal to be throwing up in the mens bathroom before practice. "oh, okay then love, just wanted to see, are you sure you are up to class? Madame Lilly works us to death right before the recital, and we do not need our leading man falling ill on us, Jackson is no way near ready to take the lead, you know, i think the twat is only here to see girls in tights, i mean he looks absolutely drop dead sexy in his black tights and all, so im not really going to complain or anything, but hes such a perv, i see him eyeing all of these girls here, and theyre lucky i don't rip out their hair, ugh" she says as she's checking her makeup and fixing her hair in the boys bathroom, she pushes up her breasts kissed her lips winks in the mirror that she sees stiles in, "come on babe" she says teasingly "we're off" she says as they walk out of the mens room with their arms intertwined. As stiles and Lydia walk into the room, Mme. Lilly is there, waiting for them, with a very angry esque face, a scowl that looks as if it was her natural facial expression.

"Did someone die on you way to class dearies? Because if not you pack your bags and get the hell out of my classroom, i DO NOT accept or tolerate tardiness whatsoever. Good day Stiles, Lydia honey please show him and yourself the door" She turns and faces the class and resumes with her warm ups. "Bras Bras ladies, gents just warm up" She says. "Im going to strangle you Stiles, i can't believe i try and do something fucking nice and my ass is now kicked out of class, thats why i only look out for myself!" Lydia says harshly as shes throwing her pointe shoes into her bag hastily. "Whatever Lyd, i could care less what you think"

Stiles whips back at her, grabs his bag and casually walks to his Jeep, he unlocks it and jumps in, startes it and backs out very fast, not looking where he's going. He drives down the road to the nearest Starbucks, he pulls in parks and walks in the front door. " What can i get for you today Stiles" the barista asks with a flirty tone to his voice,.Stiles chuckles, looks up takes off his turquoise ray bans places his hands on the counter " Uhmm, lemme get a , Strawbe...nononoo lemme have a Venti Iced Soy Caramel Macchiato, extra caramel, and an extra shot of espresso." "Okay, that's going to be on the house today" the barista smirks Stiles throws his Ray Bans on walks down to the other end of the coffee shop grabs his iced drink and heads home.

As sterek pulls into his driveway, he sees his father walking out the door, shutting it, he waves to Stiles as he enters his police cruiser, "hey later kiddo, i left some money on the counter for pizza or whatever you want" "Thank ya sir!" Stiles says as he passes his fathers car and walks to the front door, he opens it, walks into the kitchen throws his starbucks cup into the trash underneath the sink. He shuts the cabinet and walks up the stairs into his bedroom, pulls of his star wars v-neck off throws it at the hamper, and misses from 5 feet away, opens the bathroom door walks over to the toilet and kneels down, shoving his finger into his throat forcing himself to throw up, and until he does, he he sticks his right index finger farther and farther down his throat until he does indeed throw up his starbucks coffee, you see the problem with having no gag reflex is it takes Stiles a while to indeed throw up. He gets up, walks to the faucet, washes his face with a warm towel, brushes his teeth, turns to his side looking into the mirror, grabs his stomach and looks at his reflection in the mirror, scowls and gets angry, " im so fucking fat" he thinks aloud. " How am i going to keep the lead in this year's recital if i keep gaining weight!" he walks out of the bathroom to his nightstand, opens the second drawer down and grabs his tape measure, "raps it around his tiny waist, "30 inches!, This can't be happening, i am the same size" he throws the tape measure back into the drawer, he throws himself onto his bed and shuts his eyes, as he drifts off to sleep, he has school in the morning, and he doesn't want to risk ordering that pizza, so he forces himself to sleep.

As the morning sun rises, Derek throws his pillow at the window, the bright yellow mixed with a caramel orange sky is pouring into his room and he doesn't want to get up just yet, he has to be at school for 6:45 to make sure he can get his morning workout in. The clock alarm goes off, and it starts to play This Too Shall Pass by Ok Go , he hits the off button, he sits up, throws his hairy legs off the bed, he stretches and yawns, throws his hands up in the air, like a lazy old sour wolf he is. He gets up, walks over to his dresser, opens it, grabs the cleanest looking pair of Calvins he can find, he settles on a pair of swin trunk style with a silver thick band, bright pink, he smiles as he looks at himself in the mirror, and throws on a pair of dark jeans and a black John Varvatos V-neck sprays some diesel cologne and walks to his car, throws the key in the ignition, and Brick by Brick by the Arctic Monkeys comes on, he throws on a pair of ray ban aviators he grabs from the glove compartment, and starts driving to the high school. He gets there in no time, pulls into his usual parking spot, but he he sees something out of the ordinary, a tall, slender male, getting out of his jeep, wearing a pair of lightly colored cut off jean shorts, a blue and white baby tank, wearing a pair of red ray bans, walking towards the outside locker room,

Derek, being curious, carefully walks and follows this guy that he has never seen before, he walks into the locker room and hides behind a divider, he sees the young boy changed into a pair of red basketball shorts, and now a white baby tank and throws in his headphones and walks right by him giving him the slightest of eye contact, deek can hear his music, "Skrillex" he thinks he then changes and heads to the ice rink locker room, stripes naked, throws on his jock strap, fixing the cup so its nestled just right against his rather large cock, then goes his shorts, followed by his shin guards, first the left, then the right, then he places his black and white striped socks on, pulls up his pants, pulls out his right Graf Ultra G35 then the left, pulls them very tight, so tight you would think his circulation was cutoff, but thats how he prefers it, also he goes barefoot. Next comes, shoulder pads, and elbow pads, finally followed by his practice jersey, color: Blue, symbolising first line. he walks to the door, grabbing his baby, his Warrior Evo Grip composite stick, its his new favorite and when he saw it on , he just had to have it. He walked into the ice rink, still foggy, ice cold, he can see his breath as he huffed out a large breath, he opens the door, and as his skates touch the ice, its as if he were home, he started to gain speed, he's gaining it rather fast , the thrill of the adrenaline rush hes getting, he goes faster and faster, he starts to work on his edges, first inside, then outside, then backwards he goes. faster and faster, looking where he's going in the reflection of the tall freshly cleaned glass. he skates to the bench, grabs a bucket of pucks, throws 10 out of the bucket, lines them up on the blue line, and started shooting, one after another finally around 7:30 the rest of the team hits the ice, the coach, skating over to talk to his star player.

"Red line guys, line up, we're going to do some sprints to start off with" The day goes by rather slow for Stiles, He's sitting in chemistry, trying to talk to Danny, but Danny's just not having it, he's trying to pay attention and take notes. Stiles on the other hand, is sitting there. tapping his pen, "STILES I WILL SHOVE THAT PEN SO FAR UP YOUR ASS IF YOU DON'T CUT IT OUT!" Danny yelled,. "Daniel, principal's office right now!" "whatever"

The bell rings incessantly, and loud, and its 5th block, Stiles heads to the cafe, he meets up with Lydia, they sit down and Scott Jackson and Danny pop a squat, they talk and chit chat, "Hey, Stiles where are you going?" Lydia asks, "Oh Just to my locker i have to get my history book before last block, i need it and want to be ready so right after class i can get to practice on time so Mme. Lilly doesn't murder me! ahha" Stiles responds. "See you later doll " Lydia winks, "Can't you not be a slut for one minute" Jackson yells in frustration.

Stiles walks out of the Cafe, telling the monitor he has to use the bathroom,he walks to the other side of the school, enters the warm and stuffy gymnasium and walks across the floor to the men's changing rooms, he walks into the locker room and across to the bathroom, he walks into the handicap accessible stall, kneels down and starts to stick his finger into his throat, finally once he starts to gag soon followed by vomit, once he was happy with how much he made himself vomit, he thought that it was proficient enough that his lunch was no longer in his system. He stood up, walked over to the sink grabbed a tube of crest whitening toothpaste and toothbrush out of his backpack with a batman sticker, which he won't let anyone touch and began to brush his teeth. "What did you just do?" a rather dark and mysterious man's voice came from behind him, Stiles looks up into the mirror and sees a man, with dark hair wearing a black v neck with his arms crossed across his chest and a scowl upon his face. "Are you just going to stare at me with your mouth on the floor, or are you going to tell me what the hell i just witnessed?" "...Uhm...i-i-i-i- i just haven't been feeling all that well lately, like, my stomach has you know, its like upset." "Then why didn't you go see the nurse, or the bathroom that was closest to the Cafe, where you just came from." Stiles, "Well i didn't want anyone to hear me throw up, and i can't miss any more days of school, so the nurse was out of the question, i have this really big test coming up and i can't focus right now, my mind is going a mile a minute, i can't think straight my stomache hurts, oh god, i think i'm going to be sick..." Derek. "Kid just cal... Stiles, "STILES, my name is STILES not kid." Derek. "Okay, Stiles, just calm down, take a deep breath." Stiles, "So creepy dark mysterious man with a rather large chest who i don't know , who are you?" Derek, looking annoyed, "I'm Derek. I play Varsity Hockey, haven't you ever went to a game before? Usually the whole school piles in for the games." Stiles," Yes, because i love watching men skate in circles while chasing a black oval thing...No why would i waste my time. I have practice everyday after school until 8, then home, homework if i feel like doing it and then i practice some more then i shower and bed. No time for silly hockey games, "derek"" Derek," Okay princess, ONE, we don't skate in circles , that black oval thing? Its called a puck. And you cant play any school sports, because well, i know everybody and well, i didn't even know you went to this school until this morning..." Stiles, "I like to keep it that way"

Stiles walks away. He turns and he heads for the door, He leaves this very attractive man than Stiles has been crushing on since his freshman year, yes that was only last year, but still thats over a year that stiles has been jerking off to Derek Hale, Star Hockey Player, Center, First Line. Stiles has almost gotten caught, twice now in two days. He needs to be more careful.

The days goes on, well drags on would be more like it, Derek sits in English Lit, doodling, bored as usual, no ones texting him back so there isn't anything better to do.

The bell rings, Stiles runs out of class, down to his locker and throws his books in and grabs what he needs for homework, he checks his phone, 2:00 class doesn't start until 3 today, so he takes a breath, and walked casually to his jeep. As he walks down the hall, he sees Derek, of course with his Jock buddies, standing there doing absolutely nothing. "Fag" i hear one of them yell, it's nothing new, it comes with the territory i guess, but you would think that people had some decency to leave people the fuck alone, but no, no they don't, and of course now i have to walk down the hall with my head held high and act as if it doesn't phase me, I have to walk right by mr. hottie and and walk by him as he laughs with his ass holes he calls friends. Its whatever at this point, i have two and a half years left of this and then im free, im free to go to New York and be in the ABA and everything will be fine. Two and a half years. That's all it is.

"fag" the word again rings in my head as if someone just stabbed me. The voice, so deep, it echos in my head. Bathroom. I need a bathroom.

Stiles pace quickens as he walks down the hallway to the nearest bathroom on the opposite side of the building away from the students who haven't made their way out of the building yet, he doesn't want anyone to hear him. He rushes through the door and to the las stall locks the door, and just stands their, mind running a mile a minute, a thought a second, the need to just give up, the pain he feels, the pressure to not be who he is, the taunting, the mind games, He pulls himself together and walks out to the mirror, he takes a damp towel and tries to rid himself of the puffiness from crying, to mask what he had just felt. Stiles is walking towards his jeep and he notices a man leaning up against the driver door, black v neck, dark hair, ray ban aviators. " If you're here to call me a fag again you can save yourself the hassle and please leave me alone" Stiles pleaded as he tries to get into his jeep. " I dont know why i said that Stiles, i just wanted to apologi..." Derek was cut short by a raging Stiles. "Fuck off, you knew what you were doing , you were with your lame ass jock buddies, i honestly couldn't give two fucking shits, WERE NOT EVEN FRIENDS" Stiles says overdramatically, with hand gestures to go with the statement. "Whatever Stiles" Derek growls as he sulks away with his hand deep into his jeans. Fuck FUck Fuck! Why would today be a good fucking day, why, fucking why! i need to get to fucking practice, and all i can fucking think is i want my bed, i want to curl up in my bed with the picture of me and my mom and cry myself to sleep. God i wish she were still here, i wish she could see me now, and i wish she could give me a hug and tell me that everything is going to be all right, to tell me that she loves me, so when i'm having a bad day she'll lay in bed with me and she'll hold me and tell me that im kind, and beautiful and smart and all those things that woman from the help says to that little girl, i really just fucking need my mom, not just her picture right now" end chapter 1