Disclaimer: I am not Jeff Davis. I do not own the boys, or other characters of Teen Wolf, but boy do I wish I do. Not affiliated. Just borrowing for my stories.

Notes: This is my first Sterek multi-chapter. I am hoping that you will all enjoy reading it as much as I will enjoy writing it for you and me. Thanks to ilovemyalpaca (tumblr) for betaing.

Chapter One

"Stilinski! McCall!"

Stiles jumped as both he and his best friend Scott looked forward. They were in the school's auditorium with their class and several other senior classes. The coach-and the Economics teacher-stood in front of the stage.

"Care to share with the rest of us? No? Then shut up!"

Stiles sighed, sharing a look with Scott before slouching down in his chair a bit.

Coach Finstock continued on with his spiel.

"For whatever ridiculous reason, I was chosen to supervise the yearly production along side the drama teacher."

He made a face as if this was the very last thing he wanted to do, which Stiles surmised, it probably was.

"She'll be here any minute now. Anyway, point is. I have to be here and that means… you guessed it. So do you."

He nodded and grinned as the sea of students let out a collective groan.

"Yeah. That's right. Now, does anyone know what play we're doing?"

No movement. Then a single hand rose. Coach Finstock sighed, rolling his eyes.

"Greenburg. Put your hand down. No, you know what. Go walk the halls until this hour is over. Now. Go."

Stiles watched as the boy-their teammate-took off with a sigh.

"Right. No one else? We're doing a play called Rome and Jericho. A stupid play about stupid kids and their stupid parents and a stupid feud and-Stilinski! What the hell do you want now?"

Stiles gave a start to find his hand up in the air. He let his eyes scan the seats filled with students, all of them looking at him expectantly, smirks on their faces.

"Oh. Well, ah-" He shrugged and glanced at Scott for help but his friend just shrugged hard at him, brows raised and confusion written all over his face. Stiles glared and turned his attention back to their coach who looked even more wild with his crazy, unkempt hair and eyes wide. He supposed he should have been used to it by now but the man creeped him out. Only Mr. Harris, the Chemistry teacher, creeped him out more.

Clearing his throat, he pulled his hand back down quickly.

"Romeo and Juliet," he mumbled.

"What was that, Stilinski?"

"The play, coach? It's called Romeo and Juliet. By Shakespeare?"

Coach Finstock stared for a moment before scoffing.

"Really? Well, thank you for that nugget of knowledge, but who the hell cares?!"

He moved on and the attention was taken off him. He slid further into his seat and was contemplating taking a nap when the other started talking roles. He was interested in seeing who was picked despite himself. He already knew the coach wasn't about to sit through auditions. He just didn't have the patience for that.

"Alright. To make up for what happened at the dance, which-by the way-was not my fault. Anyway, we decided to make this year's play a lot more gay friendly." His eyes rounded on Scott. "McCall! I've still got your number." Everyone snickered but it was Stiles that snorted the loudest. Scott glared at him and punched him hard on the shoulder. Stiles was grinning at Danny and rubbing the sore spot on his arm-because ow, damn that hurt-when the man at the front shouted at him.

"Stilinski!" Stiles eyes snapped forward. "Since you are such an expert, you will be our Juliet. Only, now you're Julian."

Stiles's eyes widened and no doubt comically. He wasn't, however, the only one looking at the coach as if he'd grown an extra head. He might as well have. Stiles opened his mouth to protest.

"Shut up! This is non-negotiable. Unless you want to trade the role for an F all year. You know what that means."

Stiles knew well. He'd be held back a year. It wouldn't matter if he continued having his nearly flawless grades in all other classes. If he flunked his Economy class, he'd be one credit less than what was needed to graduate. He pressed his mouth into a hard line and glared at the man but Coach Finstock had moved on.

"Now, which of you sorry guys gets to run around in spandex and a lame hat with a feather, singing bird songs to Stilinski over here? How about-"

But he was interrupted by the rather loud bang as the auditorium doors opened and slam closed. Stiles, thankful for the distraction, did not turn around like the rest of his classmates. He felt Scott stiffen beside him but didn't think much of it because he was too busy thanking his lucky stars. Maybe Coach would forget all about his idea to turn Shakespeare's play into a gay romance.

"Congratulations, whoever the hell you are! You've made the cut!. You get to woo the hell out of Stilinski here and hope he doesn't talk your love struck heart to death."

Stiles felt his heart drop well past his body into the deepest recesses of the earth. Not only was he not out of playing Juliet-excuse him, Julian!-but he now had to pair up with…

He blinked as he realized he didn't even know yet. He swiveled awkwardly in his seat and choked at the person standing just inside the doors. Suddenly Scott's tension made so much sense. He swallowed hard as those hazel eyes honed in on him, narrowing sharply. He could practically hear the growl as the hairs pricked up at the back of his neck. He didn't back down and stared at him as he continued to try to make sense of everything.

He was playing Juliet…

And Derek Hale. Was his Romeo.

What the actual fuck?!

Coach Finstock seemed to notice the exchange.

"Oh. You know each other?"

Unfortunately.

"Good! That will make it much easier for when you two have to kiss."