Haven't we met before

Derek P.O.V.

I'm Derek, I'm six years old I live in beacon hills, I have a best friend named Stiles and he is four. when I was in seventh grade and he was in sixth, he had to move because the bullying was too much for him. Even though I tried protecting him, I couldn't do it all the time. By the time Spring semester has came around he was gone, so I mad at the bullies and beat them up. Now everyone feared me, I liked it and I kept my rough attitude.

In high school, I was the meanest person in school, people feared me, and they knew about my sexuality but I didn't care. The memories of Stiles started to escape my mind, and I focus on being top dog.

Now a second year in college, I was given a dorm mate. I was highly disliked as a doom mate so all of my room mates transferred and I had the dorm to myself. Once I heard, I was going to have a new dorm mate, I didn't care who he was, I just knew he was going to transfer soon anyways.

"His name is Stiles, he is a grade younger than you and would it kill you to be nice to him?" the dorm advisor said.

"Stiles. where have I heard that name?" I thought to myself.

A week later, I heard the someone come by and stop in front of my door and fumbled with keys. I opened the door to see this innocent kid in front of me, he stared at me, dropping his keys and his mouth wide open. I remember seeing him somewhere and I ask "Haven't we met before?"