Evolution of Derek Hale [A Teen Wolf Fic]

Chapter Five

Lucas Hemingway was a snotty kid that moved to Beacon Hills when I was in second grade. I have an early birthday - so I started second grade as a seven year old. A lot of important things happen before you hit double digits. Anyway, he's really rude and has a tuft of red hair that was a fiery as his attitude. The first day of school, and I could already tell I will never like him.

"Okay class, I know a lot of you have seen each other - however I want all of you to know each other because the first step to making friends is knowing who to be friends with." Mrs. Ostern's chipper voice calls us all to attention. "So we're going to play a little name game; we will start from the first child and end at the last child - when it's your turn say your name and your favorite animal! But we're going to do it by last name. Does everyone understand?"

A collective "yes" rings out and Mrs. Ostern starts with Amanda Collin. She was this willow of a girl, with long braids and face full of freckles. She stands up from the desk she sits at, and clears her throat. "Hi, my name is Amanda, and I like cats."

She flashes a toothy grin and attempts to sit back down but Mrs. Ostern stops her. Mrs. Ostern flutters over to the front of the room, to the desk closest to her. Another child, which was lanky and had cool looking splotches of white on his mocha skin, sat there. "Hi, love. What's your name?" She smiles sweetly at him, and he's too quiet for me to hear his response. I'm in the third row; or one row away from the back. "Well, can you stand up for a bit. I'm going to get Amanda to sit here." I can see he nods his head and scrambles to get all of his pencils and things packed away so he can get up for Amanda. "Thank you. Sweetheart," she calls Amanda in a louder voice. "Come sit over here." Amanda willing obliges, scurrying over. Afterwards, Mrs. Ostern picks up her clipboard and looks at it for a moment. "I think the next one for us to meet is Mr. Ellis?"

A rather puny boy, with pale skin, glasses, and dark hair stands up shaking. His voice strains as he tries to raise it above a whisper. "Hello, I'm Joshua Ellis and my favorite animal is snakes." He looks down with a full blown blush, obviously uncomfortable in the spotlight.

"Thank you, Joshua," Mrs. Ostern says gingerly. She can sense his reluctance. While he was trying to introduce himself, she had already moved the next kid, a stocky boy with fire hair (which was the lint licker Lucas Hemingway but I didn't know at the time). "Please come sit here." She had a hand on the desk next to Amanda. Then she looks back at her clipboard. "Mr. Hale?"

Oh, it's my turn. I stand up, not really minding doing the game, but it isn't really my type of game. "Hi, I'm Derek. I really like dogs." I say it quick enough to get it over with and then stoop to pick up my book bag because I know she's going to move me. A girl next to Joshua is getting up, which is fortunate because she has a lot of curly hair and shouldn't be sitting in the front. She taps her hand on the desk, almost like saying, 'Sit here.'

I go to sit as she calls out the next name. "Mr. Hemingway?"

The kid with bright red hair standing next to the wall looks up next to her. He saunters over to near-center front and begins to roll on the balls of his feet. "Hey, my name is Lucas - you guessed it - Hemingway. I think dragons are pretty cool." He smiles mischievously and earn a few chuckles from the group before him. However, Mrs. Ostern doesn't look very amused.

"Mr. Hemingway, while dragons are 'cool', I mean a real animal."

"How do you know dragons aren't real?" He asks, while folding his hands behind the small of his back. I can't believe he's challenging the teacher - it's the first day and she isn't wrong on anything. This kid is stupid; why is he turning this into a show? He should respect her, or at least act like it! She just makes a tsking sound under her breath and points to the desk next to me, which coincidentally was empty when class began. As he settles next to me, he leans over and whispers, "Sitting where she puts us is dumb. This is lamee." And now I know, this year's going to suck. Still, I just try to block him out (and everything else too) until this game is over.

We had to have assigned seats and I had to have the displeasure of being put next to him. I shoot Mrs. Ostern a dirty look but she just returns a stern one in my direction. That's as far as I would go as being rude to a teacher. But Lucas - well, he's always really rowdy and rarely ever listens. I have to try hard to not let him bother me, even though Mom says my patience is really good. I like to think it's because of my two younger sisters. However, he bothers me a lot on the playground. It's now been two weeks of school and he still hasn't let me have peace to play with my friends. Well today, I'm not going to stand for it. We walk down the stairs on the way out. He makes a game about stepping on the back of my shoe to see if I could keep my balance - which would be a fun game if we weren't walking down the stairs and if it wasn't Lucas. As soon as we're released to independent play, I turn to face him.

"Why don't you leave me alone?" I demand.

"Why don't you leave me alone?" He mocks back at me.

"Dude, quit it!" It's not funny.

"Why don't you quit at being so mean!" He hollers back at me.

"I'm not being mean - you're the mean one."

"I just wanna be your friend."

"No, you just want to get on all of my nerves." He frustrates me so bad.

"No I'm not, I'm just being cool. You're the one that can't take a joke." He pushes me hard and I hit his arms off of me as I stumble backwards. "You're a sissy." He teases me.

"I'm not a sissy!"

"Yeah you are, I bet you can't even hit me back!"

I stand there shaking. I don't want to get in trouble, but I'm not a sissy. This guy sucks. "Come on," he goads me.

So I hit him back - well, I more or less punch him in the face. "Aghhh," he wails out, landing on his butt.

"I told you I'm not a sissy!" I cry out. I'm really scared cause all the kids are running over; this is the first real fight any of us had ever seen - or, as for me, the first fight I've been in. I almost start crying, and Lucas is bawling beneath me. There is red gushing from underneath his fingers; I think I hit his nose. Mrs. Ostern rushes over to us, yelling. I do my best to hold my cool, because there is no Hemingway is going to be able to call me a sissy after this. She grabs me by the arm and drags me away, all the while calling for another teacher to help Hemingway.

Mom's going to kill me.