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(:Young Derek:)

Stiles can't catch a fucking brake. He has absolutely no luck with girls, and gay guys don't think he's attractive so what the fuck does he have going for him? He just wants someone to love him. He may be as nutty as a nutter butter but he's still fun to be around, sometimes. It's not Stiles's fault he has ADHD, depression, bipolar, and OCD. It's not his fault he walks ten steps then tap his leg five times befor repeating the process. It use to be manageable Stiles only wanted everything in a spot and if anything was moved he'd have to fix it or he'd freak, but every since his mother it just got worse and everyone noticed, and no one cared, no one tried to help.

Stiles truly felt alone, sometimes he wanted to cry, others cut, but only ten perfect lines on each wrist no more no less, and other times he was angry, at everyone and anyone for not loving him for not helping him. The only thing that kept him somewhat same is the fact he wanted to make his dead mother proud and he needed to power through his horrible quirks in order to do that. So that's what he dose. It takes him three hours to get to his jeep, because he has to shower, put cloths on, eat, something, and then walk all the way to his jeep all while going ten steps then taping his leg five times. But if Stiles didn't do that he'd have a panic attack so he did it. Driving he had to count to one hundred, pull over count to fifty and then repeat. Stiles really hates himself but he doesn't know what he can do to change it.

Stiles gets to class ten minutes late and the teacher only gives him a sympathetic smile as he takes long strides as to not have to stop he makes it taping both his feet two more times before taping his leg five times and a ranging his stuff neatly. The door bursts open revealing a boy both brown hair and dazzling green, brown, blue, and gold eyes. "Sorry I'm late, I couldn't fine my locker and then I couldn't find the class room." The boy says and Stiles sighs feeling bad for him. "Take a seat by Stiles, Stiles raise your hand." Stiles raised his hand and the new boy smiles walking over. "Hey I'm Derek." He says with a lopsided grin. Stiles is about to say something befor Jackson taps his shoulder. "Don't talk to him dude he's a freak." Derek turns around shooting a glare in Jackson's direction his once friendly demeanor gone as he growls. "I like to make my own choices and I don't like being told what to do." He says turning around to face Stiles again extending his hand.

If Stiles doesn't except he'll be rude and Derek seems understanding. So Stiles excepted shaking his hand ten times befor taping his hand with his index finger. "Stiles." He mumbled. He can see gears turning in Derek's brain befor Derek shakes his head. "Nice to meet you Stiles! Can you look at my schedule to see if we have the same classes because I'm kinda lost." He says still being nice to Stiles which honestly shocks him. Stiles looks down in shame. "You don't want to walk with me, I'm always ten or more minutes late." Stiles says. "Please, you seem like the only nice person I've met so far everyone else are kinda dicks." Derek says making Stiles snort and the teacher glares befor seeing it's Stiles and then she smiles signaling he can continue.

"Yeah, gimme your schedule." Stiles says making Derek grin. Stiles looks at Derek's schedule and locker number. "Your lockers beside mine and we have the same classes." Stiles says making Derek fist bump into the air. "Yes, thanks Stiles." Derek says taking his paper from Stiles. When the bell rings Stiles stands slowly putting his things in his bag in the order he took them out and Derek waits patiently. They take ten steps together befor Stiles stops making Derek turn. After three minutes Derek gets the pattern but says nothing as they arrive at there lockers. "Thanks again Stiles, I'd probably be lost right about now so." Stiles blushes and nods his head. "Why aren't you making fun of me?" Stiles asks his mouth moving asking the question he's been wanting to. "From what I can tell you have ADHD and OCD both things you can't help and you seem nice so there's no reason to make fun of you." Stiles smiles, he actually smiles a real smile. "Thank you." Stiles mumbled as the both stated there six minute walk. Derek is understanding and Stiles feels a warmth in his chest he hasn't felt since his mother's death it feels amazing. "Hey Stiles, could you drive me home? I know it's allot to ask because you don't even know me that well but maybe you could stay for dinner and then we could play video games." Stiles blushes.