Author's Note: So it's a new year, and I get sick. What a way to start the brand new year. Just my luck. Anyway, I doubt you want to hear me complain. So I will get on with it. I hope you enjoy the new chapter and thank you for your support while I get these chapters out.

Warnings: See Chapter 1.

Pairing: Sterek; AU – All Human

Scott Text

Allison Text

Stiles Text

What Once Was Mine

Derek led Stiles through the crowded campus, as students were running around trying to get everything together for the first day of classes that started the following week. Stiles noticed that most people recognized Derek, but none of them would ever approach him or even shout a greeting. He saw flashes of recognition on their faces when they noticed him, but it was soon replaced by a look that Stiles couldn't place. He wondered if Derek had a reputation, or if he was just unapproachable. After all, his father recognized him from the Hale fire, so maybe others did as well. Shaking this train of thought from his head, Stiles continued following Derek until they passed the library, where he then noticed the amphitheater.

There were half a dozen other residents from his hall, he recognized a few as his neighbors, but he didn't know anyone's name. Checking his cell, he noticed that it was half an hour before the time when they were all supposed to meet up. Not knowing what to do, and feeling anxious for an unknown reason, Stiles just sat on one of the stone steps, and checked his e-mail using his phone.

"Not a people person either?" A familiar voice came from next to him. Stiles didn't know why he failed to notice Derek sitting right behind him, on the next step up.

"Not good at making first impressions. I'm usually too talkative and don't know when to shut up, which makes finding friends a challenge."

Derek could relate to what Stiles was saying, about its challenging to make new friends, because most people just associated him with the Hale fire, which pissed him off. He was so much more than a survivor to a devastating fire, but people only saw what they wanted to see.

"What's your major?" Derek found himself asking before he realized it.

"As of right now, I'm undecided. But I want to look into the science majors, as I really enjoyed my chemistry classes in high school. I'm not quite sure yet, because I don't know what I would want to do in that field. What about you? I'm sure you've already decided on what you want to do with your life. You're a junior right? Or maybe a senior? Right, I'm rambling now. I should probably stop talking…." Quickly moving his hand so that it covered his mouth, Stiles finally stopped talking. He couldn't believe that he started rambling, even after taking his medication.

"Actually, I am a junior and an English major. I want to teach the subject, as I doubt I could write novels right out of college."

"Well, I'm sure you could become a famous novelist if you wanted to, but I can see you as an English teacher. You have that look that would make students fear you and make the girls and some boys swoon. Plus, I hated my English teacher, she made writing essays feel like spending weeks in a dungeon."

Derek started looking around at the cluster of boys in the amphitheater, trying to get a head count, as it was nearing a quarter past their designated meet up time. When he counted the correct amount of heads, he moved from where he was sitting to stand up at the stage and begin the introductions.

"Guys! If I could get you all to gather around the stage, we can get this done that much faster, because you all will be in for a surprise tomorrow!" Derek announced, his voice echoing causing the entire amphitheater to become silent.

Everyone in the amphitheater made their way to the stage, in the center of the grass field and sat on the slightly damp grass at Derek's signal. They began introducing themselves as they moved along the oddly shaped circle they made when they sat down. Eventually, Stiles was next and he took a shaky breath and began his introduction.

"My name is Stiles Stilinski. I'm undecided in my major. I brought this lacrosse ball as I was heavily involved in my high school's lacrosse team. For those of you who don't know what lacrosse is, it's like field hockey, except we use nets. For my embarrassing story, it would have to be the time that I got locked in my high school because I fell asleep in the library. I had to wait until 6 in the morning when the janitor arrived before I could leave."

Stiles could feel people staring at him; after all, he just said his entire speech in one breath, before sitting back down, allowing the guy to his left to start. He stared intently at the grass trying to get his face to stop being a tomato. He glanced at Derek who just gave him a small smile, and started paying attention to the captivating grass again.

"Are you ever going to get up off the grass?" Derek asked, giving Stiles a confused look.

Glancing around, he noticed that everyone had left already, that he and Derek were alone in the amphitheater. Standing up and wiping some of the wet grass off his butt, Stiles laughed nervously before walking in the direction of the dorms.

"Don't worry. Everyone gets nervous when meeting new people."

"Thanks."

They remained silent as they walked back to the dorms, Derek left once Stiles reached his own room, nodding as he continued walking away. Stiles entered his room and pulled out his phone and immediately texted Scott and Allison. He plopped onto his bed, noticing that he was still missing a roommate.

[9:30] To: Scott McHall, Allison Argent

Made a complete fool of myself in front of my entire hall.

[9:31] To: Stiles Stilinski

I'm sure it wasn't that bad. You probably are over exaggerating.

[9:32] To: Stiles Stilinski

What happened? Is everything okay? Don't listen to Scott, he is being dense.

[9:35] To: Allison Argent

I totally embarrassed myself in front of my hot RA. I acted like a spaz and didn't notice that everyone had left.

[9:38] To: Scott McHall

It was that bad. I acted like a total spaz. I sat there not paying attention that everyone had already left.

[9:39] To: Stiles Stilinski

So? You didn't pay attention all the time here, and you were just fine.

[9:43] To: Stiles Stilinski

Did he act weird? Did it seem like a big deal to him?

[9:45] To: Scott McHall

Yeah. But I had met you before I was acting like a spaz, before we knew that I had ADD.

[9:46] To: Allison Argent

Not that I noticed. He seemed like it was a normal occurrence, but we barely spoke to each other.

[9:48] To: Stiles Stilinski

Its not like you can change the fact that you have ADD. Maybe try talking to him about it. It might make things easier if you do act like a spaz.

[9:55] To: Stiles Stilinski

There's where I think the male species is lacking. You need to TALK to him. You can't just jump to conclusions.

[10:01] To: Scott McHall, Allison Argent

Thanks you guys. Good night. Talk to you soon.

[10:10] To: Stiles Stilinski

Night bro. Good luck

[10:11] To: Stiles Stilinski

Night Stiles. Keep me informed!

Plugging in his phone, Stiles drew his covers up from the foot of the bed and tried to go to sleep. Eventually he fell asleep, after replaying the event over and over in his head. He hoped that he could talk to Derek without sticking his foot into his mouth again.

A/N: So I hope you guys don't mind the whole Skype/Text thing too much. I can't write phone conversations very well. If you guys want it to stop, just let me know because I can tone it down some. Hope you enjoyed the chapter. Let me know how you liked it.

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