Sterek One-Shots Book One (BoyxBoy)

Foxes Don't Follow Wolves

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“Stiles, you can't be late on your first day of school.” John says, and Stiles groans as he throws his arm over his head.

“It's not my first day of school. It is the first day I will be attending a new high school since you decided to move me two hundred mile from my friends so you could become sheriff in the middle of ass-butt, California.” Stiles says, and he can hear the loud sound of his father sighing.

“Get dressed or I will take the keys to your Jeep and make you walk.” John says, and Stiles makes a loud groaning sound before he drags himself out of bed.

“I'm up!” Stiles screams, and he hears his father's loud steps down the hall as he goes to get more coffee. Stiles stomps his feet as he goes towards the shower, and he takes a look in the mirror causing him to sigh. On top of his head are two fox ears that are flickering trying to pick up sounds in the house, and Stiles slams his head, probably too hard, against the mirror in annoyance. He's nervous about starting a new school in a time, not to mention he's an omega without a pack in a strange territory that may or may not have a pack in it.

It's not like he could tell his father why he didn't want to move to new town is that he isn't quite human. What was he supposed to say to his father? Oh, remember that one time that you told me not to listen to the police radio and I didn't listen and went with Scott into the woods where I got bitten by crazy guy who turned out to be a werewolf. Plus, I turn into a fox once a month and grow claws and fangs when I want, Stiles thinks.

Stiles stands up the spray to let the hot water relax him, and he feels his ears sink back into his head. Sometimes near the full moon he would style his hair up to cover them in case they showed during the day, but he didn't feel like putting in the effort today. He gets out of the shower to put on deodorant after putting some gel in his hair to make it look half descent. “Stiles!” John yells, and Stiles sighs.

“I'm dressing now!” Stiles screams back, and he throws on a shirt. It's a nice graphic tee, one of the best from his hipster collection, and he jumps into some blue jeans. He slips on his Vans on his way out, turning back to grab his backpack, and he yanks up his keys on the way out of his room. “Bye, Dad!” Stiles calls.

“Wait! Lunch money!” John says, and Stiles smiles to himself while he takes the money from his father's hand. “Love you.” John says, and Stiles says it back over his shoulder on the way out to his powder blue Jeep. It takes him two tries to crank the Jeep, and soon he is driving towards the high school.

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Stiles pulls into the parking lot just as school starts, and he heads towards the front office to get his schedule. He thanks the secretary, and he awkwardly tries to find his way around. His old school was much larger than this one, he and Scott just blended into the background mostly with their small group of friends, so he found his way to his class easily.

He walks into see an empty seat, and he plunks down bored. “Hey, you new?” A boy with blondish brown hair asks him, and Stiles turns his head around.

“Have you ever seen me before?” Stiles asks, the boy shakes his head. “Then logic would dictate that I'm new.” Stiles says, and the boy frowns as if he realizes that Stiles is sassing him. He opens his mouth to say something, but the teacher beings speaking so they both close their mouths. It's going to be a long day, Stiles thinks.