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"I call top bunk!" Scott said excitedly pushing past Stiles and throwing his bags onto the claimed bed.

"Have it!" Stiles smiled, "I'd just roll right off there and kill myself anyways." He threw his stuff on the small bed underneath and looked around the room. It was a basic dorm room, a closet, a desk, white walls and one small window over-looking the Fresno State campus.

"Yeah, we wouldn't want our star catcher to break an arm before the first game." Scott teased giving his friend a grin before looking out the window at the passersby below.

Stiles rolled his eyes, "yeah, right, it'll be a miracle before I get to play. With my luck I will have to wait another two years for Greenberg to graduate before I even get to see any action behind the plate."

"I don't know man; the coach was pretty impressed with you." Stiles knew Scott was just trying to make him feel better, that's what made him such a great friend; he always knew what to say in a given situation.

"What are you looking at anyways?" Stiles asked wanting to change the subject, but also rather curious, Scott hadn't stopped staring out the window.

"College girls, they're everywhere!" Scott exclaimed as Stiles joined him at the window.

It was true; there were hundreds of people walking around the campus below. Most were carrying boxes and bags to their dorm halls. Classes started next week but athletes and the dorm dwellers had to get there earlier than everyone else. "Well, that was bound to happen; we are now in college after all. Besides what do care? You're dating Allison!"

Scott shrugged, "I can still look, can't I?"

"You're impossible." Stiles sighed and left the window dragging his friend with him, "let's grab the rest of our stuff from the car."

"Alright, so maybe I am taken, but you're still single, we clearly have to get you a girl." Scott continued as they descended the two flights of stairs towards the parking garage.

"I can find my own dates thank you very much."

Scott snorted.

"Thank you for the vote of confidence, Scott. Really, very helpful," Stiles glared sideways at him. They reached Stile's jeep and began pulling out boxes.

"Sorry man, I didn't mean it like that. It's just ever since Lydia-"

Stiles quickly cut him off "Who are you talking about?" He demanded, "I have no idea what or who you're talking about, but if I did I think that I would remember a certain pact that was made to never talk about a certain someone anymore-"

Scott slammed the back of the jeep shut, "Alright, alright I get it. You haven't dated anyone since junior year."

"And I don't plan to either." Stiles said simply and walked back in the direction of their dorm. Scott quickly caught up to him struggling with his boxes.

"What do you mean you don't plan on dating?"

Stiles could have laughed at the horrified look Scott was giving him, "just what it sounds like buddy, Stiles is flying solo. At least until I make it through freshman year. Maybe sophomore…"

"You can't be serious?!"

"I promised my dad I would take college seriously, focus on school work and baseball, and that's what I plan on doing. All work and no play."

"Seriously, it's been two years. You need to move on."

"Again, you're saying words, but I just don't understand what they mean."

Now it was Scott's turn to roll his eyes, he let out an agitated breath and held the door for Stiles as they entered their dorm hall. "Fine, okay! I was just looking forward to you, me, and Allison finally being able to double date again."

Stiles shrugged, "I hear Danny recently started dating someone."

"Great, I'll look into that." Scott said sullenly.

After a few more trips to the jeep and back they had all of their things finally in the room.

They changed the subject, much to Stiles' liking, to the upcoming semester and their classes. By dinner time most of their belongings were unpacked and when Allison showed up and invited them to go out for food, both boys realized they were starving. Stiles didn't like going places with Allison and Scott too often, mostly it made him feel like the third wheel, but he tagged along since there was nothing better to do anyways.

There was a restaurant hang-out just off of campus, Tony's, that most of the kids with no cars went to get away for a while. It wasn't too packed that night but seating was limited. They found a small booth towards the back and ordered some pizza. A few other friends of theirs from the baseball team showed up and joined them, Isaac, Danny and a couple others that Stiles had not really met yet. Soon their conversations were full of excited baseball chatter as they ate.

Their conversations stopped short however, when a large shadow fell over their table. They all looked up to see Jackson, Boyd, and some upperclassman football players glaring down at them.

It was a widely known rivalry between Fresno State's football team and their baseball team. Stiles didn't know the origin of it, but he had heard coming into the college that it was best not to fraternize with any of the football players. He was certain that that was the reason Jackson and Boyd had cut all ties with Scott and everyone. The two groups stared at one another for a moment, and then one of the big seniors in the front, probably the school's star quarterback by the look of him, spoke.

"You guys are sitting in our booth." He growled. Stiles had never been more intimidated by anyone in his life. The guy was huge and his muscles bulged menacingly out of his too tight tee, in fact they all looked like that. He could tell even Jackson had put on muscle mass over the summer.

Isaac went to stand up, but Scott held out his hand to stop him, "We got here first man, there's an open seat over there." He pointed to a table by the front windows.

The giant senior turned to his equally giant buddies and laughed, "No, you see this is our booth, we always sit here, and a couple of freshman baseball geeks aren't going to change that."

"Let's just move Scott," Danny said quietly. He was eyeing Jackson uncomfortably, and Stiles knew that their parting had been worst of all.

"No, Danny, Scott's right. We shouldn't have to move just 'cause a couple of brain dead jock straps want our booth." Stiles didn't know where that had come from. In fact he wasn't for sure that he had actually said it out loud until he saw that everyone was staring at him.

"What did you say?" The quarterback demanded his glare burning into Stiles. Stiles tried to stammer out a response but nothing was coming out. "Why don't you stand up and tell me that to my face." He grabbed a hold of Stile's shirt and pulled him easily to his feet. Stiles braced himself for the worst, but they were interrupted by newcomers behind them.

"Put him down Carr."

All heads turned around to find Derek Hale, and the rest of the upperclassmen baseball players flanking him. Stiles had never actually met Derek, but he was a legend, or so he had heard over summer practice. He had never been so glad to see anyone in his life, and yet looking at the tall, dark, and handsome stranger before them, Stiles wasn't sure how he could be more intimidated by Hale than by the guy currently almost strangling him.

The quarterback, Carr, released Stiles, who fell back down into the booth, and turned to Derek and his pack, "nice of you to show up Hale. We were just explaining to your new pups here that this is our booth."

Derek looked over at the freshman, who all shrunk back as if on instinct. "It looks like you were doing more than talking." His eyes lingered on Stiles, who looked away quickly. He felt like his skin was burning under Derek's stare.

Carr shrugged, "Someone has to show them their place."

"Why don't you worry about your guys and leave these boys to me, huh?" Derek said calmly. Stiles noticed his voice had not risen above more than a deep growled whisper. He stood there with his hands in his leather jacket pockets and his teammates behind him in a similar manner. Stiles had never seen a cooler group of guys, and had never wanted to be a part of their group so badly.

"Alright then, let them know that the next time they sit in our area, we aren't going to be as nice." Carr said folding his arms across his chest.

"Fair enough," Derek turned to the freshman again, "you guys, up. Find a different hang out."

Stiles' jaw dropped. He and the rest of the freshman looked at each other in unbelief but stood up quietly. The football jocks quickly took over their seats waving and laughing as the baseball team walked away.

Once on the other side of the restaurant Scott turned angrily to Derek, "What the hell was that all about?" He demanded.

"Those ass holes think they can walk all over us now!" Stiles added.

Derek glared at them and they quickly shut up, "you guys don't know how things work around here," he shoved a finger in Stiles' chest when the boy opened his mouth to protest, "I suggest that you stay away from them," he looked around the group, "all of you." He pulled his finger away eyed Stiles one more time and then he and his group walked away.

Stiles rubbed mindlessly at the spot on his chest that Derek's finger had just been. "So that's Derek Hale," He said quietly to no one in particular. "Bastard."

"Come on guys, lets get out of here." Scott mumbled and the group walked back to their dorms.

The next day at practice news of the previous night's encounter had gotten around and was all a buzz on the ball field. Underclassmen ran laps across the outfield as usual at the start of every practice while upperclassmen or seasoned players started the drills.

"Carr must have something on Hale," one of the boys suggested after Scott had told them how Derek hadn't put up much of a fight at the restaurant. "Why else would he pussy down to Carr?"

"Have something like what?" Danny panted. The group reached the left field wall, turned and began running back to right. They ran in a pack, never letting anyone get behind; if they did coach would make them start over. He called it 'team building'.

"You didn't hear it from me, but word's gotten around before about Hale using enhancers."

"No way, we have to get tested all the time, how could he pull that off?" Stiles asked with a snort of disbelief. He looked over towards the infield and noticed Derek on the pitcher's mound with their coach. Derek immediately looked up at him and caught his gaze, Stiles quickly looked away and almost tripped over Scott in front of him, but luckily he was able to find his balance. He shook himself blaming the light headedness and burning face on the California heat and not on Derek's gaze, which was still currently on Stiles. Apparently no one else seemed to notice.

Isaac piped up then, "I was talking with Brink last night after we got back, and he told me all kinds of crazy stories about Hale."

"Oh you can't believe what Brink says, I don't think that guy knows how to tell the truth!" Matt said rolling his eyes. Stiles had to agree, the Bulldogs current second baseman was all talk.

"It seemed pretty legit!" Isaac continued, "two years ago in the championship game against Georgia, Hale was playing left when Beckham hit one that was for sure out, no questions. Brink said Hale scaled that wall out there and caught the ball before it could go out."

"I hear he has the most homeruns in the division." Another boy informed.

Another boy spoke up, "And that he once threw the ball all the way from the outfield to the catcher and the force of the throw knocked the catcher all the way into the back stop." That one Stiles knew had to be a lie.

"Alright, but whether any of this is true doesn't mean he's using steroids." Stiles said. He couldn't help but look again over at Derek. Their coach was talking to ace pitcher, but Derek seemed like he wasn't paying attention at all, he was still just staring over in the runners' direction, was that a smirk on his face? If Stiles didn't know any better he'd say Derek was listening to their conversation right then.

He didn't know why, but all this talk about Derek, and the guy on the other side of the field staring at him, was making Stiles uncomfortable so he decided to change the subject, "So have we decided yet how we're gonna get back at the football team?"

"I say we go mess up their locker room tonight after everyone's gone." Scott suggested. "I can get the key from Allison since she's an athletic trainer." A few of the other guys gave their approval to this idea and like that it was settled.

Before too much planning could get done, the coach called all the boys together for infield work. For Stiles, and a few others, this meant, sit on the bench and take a much needed break. He grabbed his towel from his bag and mopped the sweat of his face and neck and took a long drink from his water. He bid Scott farewell, who went and took his place out at third, and sat down on the bench with his catcher's glove.

He was busy making some adjustments to his new glove and tuned out to the world around him until movement in the corner his eye caught his attention and he turned slightly to see Derek standing over him. "Holy God!" He shouted and nearly jumped off of the bench in surprise. He grabbed his heart and let go some curse words. "What the hell man?" He breathed out deeply. How long had Derek been standing there?

Derek didn't seem to care that he had nearly killed the other boy. He hit him in the shoulder with glove, "C'mon, lets go play some catch."

Stiles stood there in a moment in confusion. Should he follow Derek? Should he stay? Was this a trap? Derek was already out of the dugout and headed up to the practice mounds behind the field. Stiles looked around; no one was paying him any attention, so he followed Derek cautiously.

"Hurry up, kid," Derek called.

Stiles slow jogged the rest of the way to Derek, "I have a name, you know."

"I don't care. Get over there." Derek pointed at the catcher's spot. Stiles rolled his eyes and took his position. Derek threw the ball immediately and Stiles barely had time to catch it. He threw it right back to Derek, who caught it easily.

"So why are we doing this?" Stiles asked with suspicion.

"What, practicing? Because we're at practice, that's what we do." Derek said back sarcastically.

"Why me?" Stiles narrowed his eyes, he knew Derek was messing with him.

"You looked bored. Plus, I've seen you out there, you definitely need the practice." Derek smirked slightly.

"Ha Ha, very funny. If you have been watching me then you know I can handle myself behind the plate."

"I've seen better."

Stiles knew he wouldn't win this argument and he also knew that Derek was just trying to rile him up; he didn't even really think Derek had watched him practice.

"Do you always throw like this?" Derek asked after a few moments of silence.

Stiles looked at him in confusion; he looked at the ball in his hand and then threw it back he didn't notice anything weird, "like what?"

"A girl." Derek teased.

Stiles was really beginning to hate this guy, "Yup, usually," he said sarcastically back.

"Why don't you get down in your position and see how you do from there?" Derek suggested.

Stiles didn't know why his cheeks burned all of the sudden, "you mean crouch down?"

"You are a catcher, aren't you?" Stiles caught the smirk on Derek's face, he knew he was messing with him again. He could play along. He got down, balancing on the tips of his feet and waited.

"How are you at being assertive?" Derek called over throwing the ball up in the air and catching it repeatedly.

"Sorry?" Stiles asked, he was busy watching Derek's hands and tuned out for a second.

Derek looked over at him, his eyes baring deep into him, "tell me what you want." He growled in a deep and almost sexy voice.

Stiles almost fell over, he wished he had on his face mask because he knew Derek could clearly see the way his face burned red. He shook himself and with shaky hands gave a sign between his thighs for a curve ball.

Derek shook his head.

Stiles held out the sign for a fastball.

Again, Derek shook his head, no.

Annoyed, and slightly turned on, Stiles gave the sign for a slider.

That wasn't good enough for Derek either.

Stiles wondered if he would have to go through the whole list before Derek was satisfied. Change up?

No.

Knuckleball?

No.

Sinker?

Nope.

Stiles rolled his eyes, "are you gonna keep me guessing?" he yelled.

"You obviously don't know what I like." Derek called back, Stiles heard the chuckle in voice.

"I would if you told me."

Instead Derek went into the wind up and threw the ball in perfect form. Stiles caught it, pretty well if he might add, but then gulped. He knew that pitch.

"Screwball." Derek called.

Was he doing this on purpose? Or was Stiles just reading too into it? He tended to do that. After all, when he was with Lyd- he stopped himself from thinking about her. Not her. Not here, he reminded himself. He shook himself, but feelings were starting to rush through him. Old feelings of her, new feelings of whatever this was with Derek. He stood up and threw the ball back to Derek, "Thanks for the game," he mumbled and started walking away.

"What? You're done?" Derek called after him.

"I need a break, thanks for the practice." Stiles waved back at him but didn't turn around. He was surprised when Derek actually let him leave; he was for sure he would get some sort of smart comment, but nothing.

When he got back to the dugout he grabbed a drink of water and waited for Scott to finish up his drills at third. The other boy finally jogged over and Stiles handed him a towel to wipe off his sweaty face.

"Thanks man," Scott said grabbing the towel, "So I saw you left with Hale. What was that about?"

Stiles shrugged, "he just wanted to play some catch."

"Why with you?" Scott gave him an unbelieving look.

"How should I know?" Stiles defended throwing his hands up, "are you gonna keep asking questions, or are you gonna get your stuff together, cause I really want to get out of here." Scott nodded and scrambled to get all of his gear back into his bag. When he was ready the two made their way off of the field and towards their dorm.

"So what time are we gonna meet up with everyone for tonight?" Stiles asked, but before Scott could answer he was interrupted by a voice behind them.

"Hey, kid! Hold up for a second!" Scott and Stiles both turned when the voice called in their direction to see Derek jogging up to them.

"Good Lord, he doesn't stop," Stiles mumbled. Scott still had that look of bewilderment as Derek came up on them and put a hand on Stiles' shoulder.

"I need to talk to your little friend here," Derek said to Scott, throwing in a big toothy grin for extra charm. Even if it didn't meet his eyes, it was the first time Stiles had seen Derek even attempt a grin, it terrified him more than Derek's scowl.

Scott hesitated, but when Stiles shot him the 'go ahead' look he nodded, "sure, I'll see you in a bit then." He gave one last look to Derek and then walked away.

Once Scott was a good distance from them, Derek's grip tightened on Stiles' shoulder, "Ow, seriously, what the hell man?" Stiles demanded, Derek ignored his protests and pushed him up against the side of the English building. He stood close, their faces inches apart, but did and said nothing as he waited for a couple people to pass behind them. Once alone Derek turned his dark glare onto the other boy. Stiles physically gulped. Derek's eyes were so hypnotic he couldn't look away. What were they gold? Grey? Green? Stiles would have loved to study them more if he weren't so terrified at the moment.

"I tried being nice to you," Derek growled breaking Stiles out of his trance.

"This is nice?" Stiles could have kicked himself when his voice broke on his words.

Derek ignored him and pushed Stiles a little harder into the wall, "when I tell my teammates to do something, I expect it to be done."

Stiles furrowed his brow in confusion, "I'm sorry I didn't play catch, I wasn't feeling very well-"

Derek rolled his eyes and tightened his grip on Stiles' shirt, "not that you idiot."

Stiles scrambled to wrack his brain on what Derek could be talking about, he seriously considered the man had serious mental problem for a moment, "could you throw me a bone here, cause I have no idea-"

"Whatever you guys are planning for payback, don't do it."

Stiles stared at Derek. How could he have known? They didn't share their plans with any other team members, maybe he overheard one of the other guys talking about it? But when would that have been? He began to stutter out a response, but Derek didn't want to hear it.

"I told you to stay away from the football team, and I meant it. You'd be smart to tell your friends to leave it alone." He slowly let go of Stiles' shirt, straightening it as he did and backed up, "good talk. See you at practice tomorrow." With that Derek turned around and strode casually away.

Stiles put a hand to his heart to make sure it was still beating and then let out the breath he wasn't aware he had been holding in. That was probably one of the most terrifying things to have ever happened to him, and yet his pants were extremely tight with other emotions. "Seriously?" He said quietly to his body for betraying him like this. He realized then that he was still leaned up against the English building, probably looking like a creep to the passersby so he quickly pulled himself off the wall and jogged back to his dorm.

"You okay?" Scott asked eyeing Stiles when the boy barged into the room, breathing heavily.
Stiles waved him off, "I need a shower." He said casually.

"Well take it fast. Isaac and Danny want to grab dinner and then go buy some spray paint and shit for tonight."

Derek's warning played back in Stiles' mind. He opened his mouth to tell Scott they shouldn't go but stopped. Who put Derek in charge anyways? He didn't own Stiles, he didn't own any of the boys, and if he wanted to do something, he did not need to ask Derek's permission dammit!

Scott was looking at Stiles with his brow furrowed, "you sure you're okay?"

Stiles shook himself out of his train of thought and smiled at Scott, "sure, yeah. I'll be out in fifteen minutes and we can go."

It was well past two a.m. by the time the boys made it back to their dorm building. They snuck in quietly trying to contain their laughter. That morning the football team would go into their locker room to find it completely trashed and vandalized, and pay back had never felt so sweet. They all said their good nights and went their separate ways into their rooms. Stiles and Scott closed the room door behind them and shared a look before breaking out in laughter.

"I can't believe we just did that." Scott said pulling off his hoodie.

"We are so dead when the football team and Derek find out." Stiles undressed as well and rolled into bed. He hadn't thought about Derek once that night, but now that the deed was done, Derek's words again filled his mind. What would he do? No doubt he would be seriously pissed again. Maybe he would threaten Stiles again, push him up against the wall…Stiles' mind began to wander but he couldn't help it, and his boxers were suddenly tight again. He was thankful to hear the deep breathing from Scott above him, he could always count on Scott to fall asleep the minute his head hit the pillow.

Stiles pushed his hand down his shorts and began slowly tugging his hardening dick. As much as he hated Derek, he couldn't deny the man had amazing chiseled features. And those eyes! Stiles felt tingles shooting through his stomach when he thought of Derek's eyes, and his face so close to his, and how rough he was with him. Was he rough in everything he did? Stiles held back a moan and his hand sped up, he was so incredibly hard and so close his head was spinning. He would let Derek have his way with him, punish him for disobeying. He'd let him do it in the locker room too, in front of the entire team so they could see what happens when you disobey Derek. Stiles bit his fist to keep from calling out as he came hard, shooting his load all over his hand. He continued stroking through his orgasm coming down slowly. He felt completely drained; he hadn't cum that hard since…what was her name? Stiles couldn't recall his ex or anything for that matter unless it involved Derek. He got quietly out of bed, grabbed a new pair of boxers from his drawer and changed before crawling back into bed and falling asleep instantly.

Stiles was sure that if Derek ever tried to kill someone with a look it would be right then. The moment Stiles walked onto the field the next morning for practice, Derek was glaring at him. Luckily the older boy was busy on the other side of the field with his catcher. Stiles made a quick plan to avoid him at all costs today.

"I heard the football team was livid this morning," Matt winked at Stiles and Scott as they joined the rest of them on the field for stretches, "something about their locker room being trashed."

"Well, serves them right!" Stiles laughed, "Wish I could have seen their faces."

There was a sudden disturbance from across the field that got everyone's attention. The upperclassmen were all crowded around someone on the ground, and the coaches were running over to them.

"What's going on?" Danny asked like any of them could have answered him.

They made their way over to the crowd as well just as their pitching coach was helping Greenberg to his feet. The young catcher was holding his arm tucked up into his chest, his face twisted in pain, and Stiles knew it was bad.

Greenberg was being helped off the field as the coach turned to the rest of the team, "We had a little accident but everything is fine so it's practice as usual. Go on, run the bases, all of you."

Stiles was packing his stuff up at the end of practice when the coach asked to see him in his office. Sure that the man had heard about the locker room prank, Stiles prepared himself for the worst as he made his way into the baseball offices. He knocked on the open door and waited for Coach Williams to acknowledge him.

"Stilinski, thanks for coming. Have a seat." He nodded to one of the chairs sitting across from his desk and Stiles quickly sat.

"As you know Greenberg was hurt today."

Stiles sighed inwardly in relief, "yeah. Is he okay?"

The coach sighed, "he'll be alright. He won't be able to play for a while though; his hand was broken in several places."

Stiles stared at him, "what exactly happened?" Last he had seen Derek and Greenberg were playing catch and next thing he knew Greenberg was being taken off the field, had Derek done something?

"Just a freak accident, son. We aren't too for sure either what exactly happened. Anyways, with Greenberg out you're in."

Stiles' eyebrows shot up, "I'm sorry, what?"

Coach laughed, "you're our backup catcher and we need you. Is that okay with you?"

Stiles opened and closed his mouth several times, he was in shock. He didn't think he would get to play at all this year, "yeah- I mean- yes. Yes sir!"

"Perfect. Practice bright and early tomorrow; I expect nothing but the best from you."

Stiles couldn't stop grinning as he stood, "yes sir. Thank you! I won't let you down!" He shook the man's hand and then exited the room. Once down the hall he pulled out his cell phone and made a call to his dad.

A/N: So this is my first TW fic, I hope you guys enjoyed it. I've pretty much got the story mapped out for the most part so I will try to update as quickly as possible as long as you guys want more!
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