Hi, my names Stiles Stilinski and this past month has been pretty eventful. Not because my best friend is a werewolf, or because the girl of my dreams has finally decided to actually be nice to me, but because me and Scott may have possibly swapped phones. But I must admit, right now... I'm not really regretting doing it.

Erica Reyes sat at her desk near the back of the classroom, not really paying attention to what it was Mr Harris was telling them because her attention was more focused on the brown haired boy that sat on the row in front of her, Stiles Stilinski. She would never tell anyone but Erica had had a crush on Styles since she'd first spoken to him when they were twelve, she tried not to make it obvious that she liked him but she could tell that a few people had worked it out, she just hoped none of them would tell him.

It wasn't as if that was likely to happen, Stiles wasn't exactly the most popular guy in school, far from it actually. He and his friend Scott McCall had been at the bottom of the food chain since forever and that wasn't likely to change any time soon, not for him anyway. Scott had started dating Allison Argent a while back and had suddenly become a lot more noticed, they finally let him play front line on the lacrosse team, people didn't pick on him as much any more and she had to admit, he'd even gotten better looking. But not Stiles, he had stayed the same. The same funny, sarcastic, guy that he always had been and unfortunately for her, still as in love with Lydia Martin as ever.

Every one in the school could see it apart from her, it's a wonder she hadn't noticed before, being one of the smartest girls in the school, top in her class at nearly every subject. Erica didn't see what he saw in her, sure she was pretty, she'd admit that but she was really nothing shy of horrible to him. She never paid him the slightest bit of attention and when she did it was always to give some nasty comment to whatever it was he had to say.

But Stiles didn't seem to mind, having a crush on someone for years tended to do that to a person. He would still go out of his way to help her, even though she never asked, even though she would never say thank you. Erica would say she knew exactly how that felt, but Stiles was always kind to her, one of the only people that didn't make fun of her for her epilepsy. Something that only made her fall for him more.

"Reyes!" Erica looked away from the back of Stiles head to look at Mr Harris. She hadn't noticed quite how much she'd zoned out; usually she could make it look like she was at least paying attention in lessons.

"Have you been listening at all this lesson?" Before she even had chance to open her mouth to reply he carried on. "No? Right, okay then. Detention after school. You too Stilinski." Erica looked back over at Stiles to see that had leant over to Scott to say something to him and was now beginning to argue with the teacher.

"But I haven't done anything wrong!"

"You were talking in my class." A few people had turned to look at Stiles to see how he would answer; he always seemed to have some sort of comeback for everything, even if it was a stupid one.

"Yes, well you're talking in your class now, why aren't you getting a detention." Scott elbowed him in the ribs to shut up. Not wanting to get into anymore trouble than he already was, he did stop talking.

"Very funny Stilinski, the two of you, detention after school." Stiles didn't bother arguing any further and crossed his arms on the table, resting his chin on them. Erica noticed that Styles had been spending a lot of time in detention with Mr Harris this year, and she wanted to find out why that was. She thought that maybe if she new she could find some way to help him, possibly get Mr Harris to lighten up a bit.

After the bell rang Stiles was the first one strait out of the class room, Scott following closely behind him, Mr Harris shouting at them to slow down as they left. The two of them made their way down to the Lunch hall and sat down at their usual spot, Stiles looking in a particularly bad mood.

"I hate it when he does that, I swear all I have to do it yawn in one of his stupid lessons and I get a detention." He rested his forehead on the table and Scott tried not to laugh at his friend's misfortune.

"Oh come on Stiles, it's not that bad. Hey, maybe it's because Mr Harris loves to spend time with you, maybe he has a little crush." Scott joked as Stiles quickly looked up at him.

"That is not funny, Scott, nor will it ever be. We both know it's because of Dad interrogating him about those murders. He's just taking his anger out on me and not Dad."

"I'm just saying, it's another possible reason why he keeps you behind so often." Scott had to duck when Stiles threw his apple at his head. "You could have hit me!"

"Oh I'm sorry; I was aiming for the bin."

"Well this is my head; the bin is over there, Stiles." Scott pointed to his head then to the closest bin, which was behind Stiles; he turned his head to look at it then back to Scott, shrugging.

"Easy mistake to make." Scott was about to pick something up to throw back at Stiles when Allison sat down next to him, putting a hand on his to stop him.

"What's an easy mistake to make, Stiles?"

"Mistaking your boyfriends head for a bin." Allison looked at Scott for a bit, him looking back at her. Stiles took this time to take Scott's apple from him and start to eat it.

"Yeah, I can see where you're coming from there." Allison laughed as Scott lightly pushed her. "Okay, Sorry. You don't look like a bin." She leant closer to kiss him on the cheek. "You're way more attractive for starters." Scott smiled and leaned in to kiss her.

"Guys," Stiles interrupted. "Please go do that somewhere else, I'm trying to eat here." The two of them pulled away from each other and looked back at Stiles, keeping their hands linked together under the table.

"Sorry Stiles, anyway I came to ask you guys something." Allison turned slightly so she could see both boys. "Lydia and I wanted to do something so… we were wondering if you two wanted to come bowling with us tonight." The sound of Stiles head hitting the table could be heard across most of the cafeteria.

"Why must today be the day I get a detention?" Scott couldn't help but laugh at his friend; Stiles lifted his head up and sighed, rubbing his forehead and tried to look at the spot where he'd hit it. "Ow." Allison smiled sympathetically at him and turned to look fully at Scott.

"Scott? What about you?"

"Yeah, I'd love too." Allison smiled at him and got up from the table.

"So I'll meet you at mine at about 6?" Scott nodded in reply, "Great!" She leaned down and kissed his cheek before leaving to go after Lydia. Scott turned back to look at Stiles, who had given up trying to look at his forehead and was now looking at him like he was being stupid.

"What?" Stiles shook his head.

"Do you really not remember?" Scott just looked at him blankly. "We're meant to be going to talk to Derek? I mean, I really don't want to go and talk to him because that guy scares the shit out of me, but I don't exactly want him turning up randomly asking why we didn't turn up." Stiles had a point; Derek even freaked him out a little bit. They were supposed to be going to speak to Derek to try to convince him against creating a pack; they didn't need anymore Werewolves running around Beacon Hills.

"Oh right, yeah I remember. We'll just talk to him tomorrow; it's not as if he's already picked his target or anything."

"Yeah, I suppose you're right. But no making plans for tomorrow night as well because I'm not skipping another meeting with him." Scott nodded in agreement.

"Deal."

After the bell rang to say that school had ended, Stiles went back to the Chemistry room for his detention, walking as slowly as possible. He really never looked forward to this since Mr Harris rarely left the room at all and he wasn't allowed to do anything, not even his homework. He supposed that since Erica was there he might not be quite so harsh on him this time.

He pushed open the door to the room and made his way to his usual spot in the middle of the classroom, Erica was already there, sat a couple of rows behind. Mr Harris was sat at the front of the room at his desk.

"Are you ever going to show up on time, Stilinski?" Stiles shrugged and slumped down into his seat, putting his bag on the floor next to him.

"Nope, not planning on it."

Mr Harris shook his head and got up from his desk. "Well fortunately for you two I have a meeting, so just sit here and do nothing whilst I'm gone. As hard as that is for you Stilinski." With that he left the classroom, letting to door shut on its own behind him. The pair of them sat in silence for a while, Stiles with his head in his arms and Erica constantly looking over at him. She told herself she would find out why Stiles was here so much and she had the perfect opportunity to do so, she just can't bring will herself to speak first.

"Erica?" Apparently she wouldn't have to be the one to start up the conversation, Stiles had looked up over at her and was slightly surprised to see that she was already looking at him. "Erm, I was just going to say I'm sorry about what happened the other day, I told them not to film you but they wouldn't listen." She'd had one of her seizure's again in the middle of class and videos of it had been put up all over the internet.

Erica smiled at him; at least someone was trying to stick up for her. "Thanks for trying Styles, more than anyone else has ever done." Stiles smiled back and leant back in his chair, looking forward at the wall. He started counting the tiles along the top row of the wall; there were still 39, just as there always had been. He looked down at the next row and started to count those too. "Stiles?" He turned back to face her, glad of a conversation. "Do you mind if I ask you something?"

He shook his head. "No, go ahead."

"Well, I was just wondering… Why is that Mr Harris gives you a detention practically every day? I mean, you hardly ever do anything wrong." Stiles sighed and shook his head.

"It's a long story." Erica looked up at the clock, seeing how long they had left of their detention. 1 hour. She looked back over at Stiles and shrugged.

"We've got plenty of time." Stiles got up from his chair and moved a chair so that he could sit opposite her. He pushed his bag with his foot over to the chair and sat down.

"Well I suppose I best get started then."

AN: Thanks to anyone that's reading this so far!

The actual phone swap is next chapter so it'll get better I promise... Hopefully anyway.

Please leave your reveiws, it'll be nice to know what you all think of it.