The day Derek finally takes notice of Stiles is the day he realizes he's completely and utterly doomed.

It's not that he hasn't seen the boy before or even spoken to him. They've had classes together since they were in elementary school. But today it's as though Derek has really seen him for the first time.

Seated in History class.

He knew he hated History for a reason.

He was running late from lunch, he normally prided himself on being at least five minutes early for class so he could grab his seat near the front. He wasn't a loser like his sister Laura claimed; he just liked doing well in school. Getting good marks made him feel proud of himself.

But today, after arriving just on time after getting trapped talking to some Blonde girl who kept flipping her hair and batting her eyelashes at him while asking him for help with her homework (maybe she had a nervous tick?), he had to sit near the back.

Other then being able to see better from the front, he avoided the back because that's where the louder kids sat. Speaking of, he was now stuck directly behind Scott and Stiles.

Scott was nice enough, they were both on the Lacrosse team together, but his friend Stiles was just plain annoying.

He rambled, was sarcastic and sassed the teachers. Even now he was chewing disgustingly on his pen while he drummed his fingers loudly against his desk. I mean look at him. Full lips wrapped around that pen like they were made for it, and his pink tongue darting out to wet those sinful lips every few minutes, how annoying. Wait, what?

Since when did he think about Stiles' lips like that? Or his moles, has he always had so many? The way they dot his skin and trail down under the collar of his plaid button down shirt just begging to be followed. How rude.

"Derek?"

Derek jolted out of his musings at the sound of his name being called by the teacher. "I'm Sorry Sir, Could you repeat that please?"

The teacher gave him a disgruntled look of disappointment.

"As I was Saying…" The Teacher spoke starring at Derek with an unfriendly glare. "I will be pairing all of you up into groups of two." Half of the class made sounds of excitement while the other half made sounds of protest.

"Before you get ahead of your self, I will be choosing the teams." The class sounded out a unanimous chorus of displeasure which seamed to please the teacher. (Honestly, some people shouldn't be in this profession.)

"Derek, You'll be paired with Stiles. Good luck."

Derek zoned out for the rest of the pairings as Stiles turned towards his desk to give him an acknowledging salute.

Derek Gulped. Well this should be interesting.