Note: The idea of this high school AU came up because of a few fan made videos popped up on Youtube in this topic and we agreed with Just Jim that it’d be awesome to write such a teen AU story and the ideas just started flowing… This is the result. Hope you all will enjoy it! Let us know, if you like ;)

Note 2: Obviously, the title comes from “I Want You To Want Me” by Letters to Cleo from the soundtrack of the Ten Things I Hate About You teen movie. It was brought to my attention that it’s a Cheap Trick cover song, so I added the great original version from 1979, too.

 Note 3: For those who are not familiar with our writing style, let it be stated here that the story was originally written in roleplay format on Facebook. In my spare time I edited it into a fanfiction format as much as I could while writing and editing other stories of ours, too, so it reads a bit differently and maybe less fluent than a classical story format. Just letting you know beforehand and hope you’ll enjoy this adventure either way. :)

Fandoms: Teen Wolf, Sterek

Characters/relationships: Stiles Stilinski/Derek Hale, Sheriff Noah Stilinski, Scott McCall/Allison Argent, Melissa McCall, Talia Hale, Laura Hale, Jake Hale, Peter Hale, other Hales, Lydia Martin, Jackson Whittemore, Danny Mahealani, Coach Bobby Finstock, other TW characters, original characters

Rating/category: R (explicit), supernatural, high school AU, canon and non-canon elements, slash, M/M, Sterek, Derek and Stiles are nearly the same age, hurt/comfort, dark, teenage angst, mention of bullying, coming out, drama, teenage romance, love, soulmates, werewolves, alive Hale family, secret crush, teenage awkwardness, oblivious Stiles, oblivious Derek, popular Derek, geek Stiles, bisexuality, beta Derek, switch Derek, switch Stiles, human Scott, consensual underage sex, first time, blowjobs, handjobs, oral sex, anal sex, secrets, betrayal, happy ending

Summary: The popular basketball captain Derek Hale is everything the geeky and clumsy Stiles Stilinski isn’t. But when on a fateful sunny day he accidentally throws a ball right into Stiles’ face at the end of a P.E. class, everything changes for both of them.

Disclaimer: This is a product of our imagination and was written only for entertainment and fun. We don’t profit from this fanfiction and we mean no harm or disrespect against any real person, culture or custom that might appear in the story. All original pictures, edits and fictional characters used as illustrations in the story belong to their respective owners and credit goes to them.

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I Want You To Want Me
By Just Jim & Useless-girl

Chapter 1

P.E. class in a way too sunny weather... Two of Stiles’ mortal enemies combined together. Which in turn made the lanky and panting teen not that happy. Sure, it was good for his body in many ways but why did it have to always feel like a personal torture from Coach? Especially after the third round around the field where there were other groups playing?

It was embarrassing even more because today the girls were brought out to exercise too. And a mostly uncoordinated, panting and sweating mess of a teen was never too appealing to them. He was no Jackson or Danny to show off his stamina and bulging muscles. Not that he didn’t have nicely defined ones thanks to working out and practicing with Scott, but Stiles had more the build of a runner than a captain in a group sport. And god, how he hated running!

The second he heard Coach’s whistle, he immediately stopped, knowing that it’d only result in his burning muscles to cramp and shit, but he just couldn’t take another step without collapsing right there.

“I hope it was enough for... a warm up...” he panted to Scott, leaning over on his knees, trying to catch his breath. Of course it was worse for his best friend who had asthma, so no wonder Stiles heard the familiar sound the inhaler made and he waited for his friend to reply.

“Hope so... too,” Scott wheezed.

“This is torture, man, I tell ya! We should like... report him for torture or something!” Stiles glimpsed around nervously, like he usually did. It was a habit of his, which allowed him to notice many details in their surroundings. But not always.

“I agree!” Scott fist bumped him.

Then Stiles wiped the sweat off his forehead as he straightened up, his master plan already in the cooking in his clever head. He ran a hand through his damp hair which was sticking into every direction. It was an improvement from the buzz cut, but still not quite there, in his opinion.

While walking towards Coach, Stiles was about to go into a lengthy explanation about how he and Scott should make Coach’s life miserable when all of a sudden a sharp pain flared up in the middle of his face where his cute upturned nose was.

“OW!!!” he whined and belatedly realized what had happened. A basketball. Right into his face, making warm blood rush out of his nose, the coppery taste getting into the mouth and making his stomach churn as he plopped down on his ass in a not too graceful manner. Man, that ball was thrown hard then, but Stiles was pretty busy with covering his bleeding nose and cursing under his breath like a sailor.

"I told you to catch!" a voice came from further away, getting closer fast since he was jogging up to the downed teenager. It hadn't been done on purpose since basketballs usually remained on the court but the training was over and the team has been tossing the balls playfully while they were heading back to the locker rooms. Unfortunately somebody got in the way and he didn’t pay a lot of attention as he had looked up and got the very hard ball right in the face.

Some on the team were laughing and one of them shouted "Bull’s eye!"

Not Derek, he was pretty mortified he had managed to hit Stiles Stilinski out of all people, the son of the Sheriff in town. And he was bleeding all over the place, blood gushing out of his nose like a faucet has been turned on. Humans were so fragile, mom warned him about that all the time. To not play too rough, to not get into trouble, to not use his power when playing on the team. And Derek knew all that, it wasn't like he had thrown the ball with werewolf strength but with all the working out he did as captain of the team, it packed quite the wallop. This could get him in trouble, and mom would be upset with him and Laura was going to make his life even more miserable with her stupid teasing. Whoever thought an older sister was fun was totally wrong!

"I'm so sorry. You were in the way." Right, not the best way to start a conversation with the guy he had downed. "I mean, I didn't see you." Also maybe not the nicest way but it was the truth. A brief awkward silence later: "We should get you to the nurse."

"How should I know that from the... approximately 50 people out here... that the shout was aimed at me?!" Stiles asked as he was still sitting on the ground, hanging his head forward to let the blood flow. He had read that leaning it back was worse because then all the blood was going down into the stomach which could get upset. The best thing would be some wet cold towel to press against the back of his nape to slow the bleeding, but obviously there wasn't a chance for that in the middle of the field.

Stiles finally looked up at the guy who had approached him and Scott, who was a nice enough best friend not to laugh too like many did around, and helped him up by his hand.

"Bilinski! Nurse station!" they heard Coach yell before he sent Greenberg on another lap for something.

Damn, it was Derek Hale. Yes, Stiles knew exactly who the guy hovering nearby with a genuinely sorry looking expression on his handsome clean shaven face was. Of course he knew who the guy was. Captain of the basketball team. Wet dream of many girls (and probably boys too). One of the most popular guys at school. But contrary to the 'dumb jock' stereotype, Derek Hale was a straight A student – as far as Stiles knew, since he was one of the senior students, one year above him and Scott. And Stiles might or might not have had a secret crush on him for the last year or so since he had finally realized that Lydia Martin was never going to happen. Not that Derek Hale would ever happen either. Stiles was good at pining for people who were waaaaay out of his league and were unattainable to someone like him.

People like Lydia Martin and Derek Hale lived in completely different social circles. They were beautiful and popular and had a bright, successful future in front of them. They were 'the beautiful people'. Not clumsy, awkward, nervous nerds like Stiles. Even Scott was more popular and liked than Stiles.

Nearly panicking from the suspiciously nice behavior and the Hale's closeness, Stiles wildly gestured with his less bloody hand, trying to breathe through his mouth while also talking. "Oh... Hale... It's you. Thanks for the TLC, now go away. I'm fine! Scott can escort me."

"Actually... I have that parent-student appointment at Mrs. Wood's office about my math grades..." he rubbed the back of his neck with genuine sorry on his face. "I can't be late, dude. I'm sorry."

"It's fine... I can go alone," Stiles waved dismissively with the same hand.

"Dude! Let's go, we have to hit the showers."

"Yeah man, nerd can take care of himself. Who cares?"

Some of the team wasn’t as patient with Stiles having a bloody nose. They simply didn't care but they were used to Derek being the odd one out. As Captain, he was able to do things they didn't like because he won them games, a lot of games. Sure, he was called an arrogant asshole but that was because he didn't bother with a lot of people. Not getting attention meant keeping the family safe. Of course, as soon as he started being good at sports and became team captain, it came with a lot of popularity. Something he used to hide behind, because nobody suspected the popular kid to be something he wasn't supposed to be.

It didn't mean Derek didn't see other kids, didn't mean he didn't know them. Stilinski was a kid everybody knew. A nerd and complete spaz, so loud and clumsy and weird. But smart, way too smart.

"I'm taking him to the nurse before he walks into a wall." The other boys laughed and walked off, some clasping Derek on the shoulder to let him know it was all cool. They'd cover for him next class.

"Oh man! Thanks so much for sticking with him. His nosebleeds are always like... volcanoes. Takes forever to stop. I need to run, text me, Stiles!" And off Scott went with the dopey puppy grin on his face. McCall and Stiles were inseparable. Where one went, the other followed. They were attached at the hips. Some rumors said they were totally gay but Derek knew better. They never reeked of arousal around one another though their scents were mingled. He imagined that's what real friendship looked like (or smelled like).

Stiles was working hard on ignoring the degrading remarks about him, because seriously, who cared? Certainly not him, who was so very used to such comments throughout his life. Thanks to his ADHD, which made him a difficult to understand kind of boy from an early age. He sharply remembered the time after being diagnosed how his dad had sat down with him and explained everything in detail why he was always going to be different from other people. And although Stiles more or less understood that, his interest in comic books and gaming and other nerd stuff added to that didn't make him more likable. It still stung on days when he felt more vulnerable than usual. Getting a basketball right into his face and bleeding all over his T-shirt in front of DEREK HALE was definitely one of those days. He tried to mask those hurt feelings with not looking up and waving Scott off.

"Sure, I'll text ya," he promised but was too nervous at the moment to be sure that he'd actually remember to do so.

"Look, I threw the ball, the least I can do is make sure it's not broken or something. And you need to keep your head down so how are you going to get anywhere without help?"

Thinking through what Derek had said, Stiles finally made an agreeing grunt. "Okay... fine. You have a point," he grumbled, turning to head towards the right direction. It made him a little dizzy and he nearly tripped himself. "I'm sorry. You probably have better... more popular things to do than escorting a nuisance like me to the nurse," he babbled, completely out of water since he was talking to the object of his probably unhealthy crush. He didn't even dare to imagine what his dad might say about Stiles crushing on some other boy now instead of Lydia – of which the Sheriff knew, of course.

Derek snorted. "Sure, I'm missing out on showering with a team of stinking guys throwing their sweaty clothes in their locker and making the room smell even worse. It's a very popular thing." If anything, Derek was glad he could shower later because the chemical shampoos, the dirty clothes and too potent boy smells were always making him skip lunch later because he feared his food would taste like sweat if he tried. "You're on the lacrosse team, you know what it's like. Nobody likes the locker room."

Placing a hand on the other boy's back, he steered him off the field, not sure why Stiles would be the nuisance when Derek had been the one to injure him in the first place. Pretty sure he was the one at fault and his family had raised him right. If he did something he shouldn't have, it was his job to fix it, or make sure to get help to get it fixed.

"Basketballs are hard balls. You can have a concussion, you know." Right? Humans could get them from getting knocked in the head and Stiles was unsteady on his feet. Plus the longer this took, the more chance he was missing out on Harris' class. Nobody liked the teacher and the teacher didn't seem to even like kids. He for sure hated Derek and was always picking on him. Of course Derek didn't make it easier by constantly outsmarting him, and Harris could not put him in detention for getting all the answers right so he tried in other ways.

Stiles somehow managed to make a snorting sound from Derek's reply without chocking on his own blood which was a miracle in itself. And it seemed that the guy was way too persistent so he let him guide him towards the nurse's office. Strongly ignoring what that hand on his back was trying to do to him. It was simply just a nice gesture, nothing more. Nothing to start fantasies about in the evening when he was alone in his bed, imagining where that hand might go, right?

"If I'm lucky, I can avoid a concussion this time," Stiles mumbled, hinting at the fact that it wouldn't be the first time to have such a condition. But it was his life as a way too clumsy and spazzy teen.

"You... really shouldn't bother with me," he said once they got in front of the nurse's office. "I'm pretty familiar with Nurse Sarah. Maybe if she wasn't so much older than us, after all the times I've been here, I could ask her out or something," Stiles tried to joke in his embarrassment. "You won't come in, right?" he asked the second the door opened and the nurse raised a brow.

"Come right in, boys," she said, not giving Derek the chance to answer or object. "What had happened?" she asked as she took a small flashlight and some antiseptic and gauze as well as wetting a towel for Stiles to press against his nape. Which he did without prompting.

"Basketball in the face. I didn't mean to throw so hard. Or in his face." The eighteen-year-old was apologetic, standing aside and watching despite being told to not bother. As if Stilinski was going to make him do anything he didn't want to do. Derek had never met Nurse Sarah, but he's never needed to go to the nurse's office before either. Human kids couldn't do too lasting damage, so scrapes and bruises and even bloody noses wouldn't be things drawing attention with how brief they were there. Nobody really picked a fight with him at school, and he had his older uncle watching out for him and sticking around at lunch. The Hales were the rich founding family of this town and all of that made for lack of fights.

Nurse Sarah was old, like middle-aged. So Stiles mentioning asking her out was so weird. Even for a joke. Derek liked the weirdness though, it was what had made him fall in love with Paige when he had been fifteen. A long year of first love which had sizzled out when he was distracting her too much from her music and she had broken it off. They were still friends, kind of. No hard feelings or anything because she was going to get far with her gift, a promising future ahead of her with special summer classes at Julliard and other fancy schools. After Paige there had been no girlfriends, besides Derek getting a substitute fired when he was sixteen because she had come onto him. Wait a minute, was Stilinski making a comment towards that? What an ass. His look darkened to a glare, promising some wall-pushing soon.

"Is he okay?"

"The nose isn't broken but we have to stop the bleeding first," the nurse told him. The gauze was already soaked through, Scott hadn't been kidding when he had mentioned the volatile nose bleeds. She handed some wads of gauze to him. "Make sure he switches them out. I'll be back in a moment. It usually takes a while to stop with Stiles." And with that she walked off to get some supplies.

"Why are you in here so often?"

"Because I'm clumsy and more than that I am human too?" Stiles shrugged while sitting on top of the examining table before he switched the soaked through gauze tampons in his nose to new ones, throwing the used ones into the nearby trash bin with practiced ease. "I have some concentration and coordination problems which land me here time after time. Especially when those are paired with lacrosse practice. Not that I'd ever get off the bench during a game," he chuckled, feeling more and more embarrassed. Derek Hale was probably not interested in how lame he was at sports and moving around in general. Yet Stiles still tried to give his best at lacrosse. Not just for Scott and his friendship with the other teen, but because he really believed that it might help him deal with his mental condition. Not that many had to know about that.

Glimpsing up at Derek as he accepted the next round of wads, Stiles stuck them in his nose and held the cool towel against his nape, starting to feel a bit better.

"Could you just... not broadcast that to the school?" he fidgeted a bit nervously. He had gotten enough ridicule about that. And if someone like Derek Hale started spreading rumors and jokes about Stiles, it'd make his already difficult high school life so much worse. "Please?" he added after a long moment of hesitation.

It was so unlikely for Stiles Stilinski to do something like that, but he was just so tired of all the ridicule lately. Yes, he had put on a good face, made himself appear even goofier than he was. To make others believe that nothing mattered to him, but in truth, he had felt all the stings the comments and jokes and all that did to him. He had developed this 'laughing along with the assholes' attitude after his mom's death as a coping mechanism. Not the healthiest, but it made it easier for him to get through all these situations without breaking down.

"Are you sure it's not because you're getting beaten up?" Derek wasn't an idiot, he knew it happened a lot outside of school grounds for sure. Or in toilet stalls, locker rooms... Shoving others into the hallway lockers by 'accident'. Especially the jocks from the rougher contact sports like lacrosse or the swim team. Idiots like Jackson Whittemore and more of his kind. "It's okay if you are, I'll take care of them."

Gladly even. Derek wasn't the kid to blab to others, about anything. Especially not stuff that was none of their business. The only thing the others were going to hear was that Stilinski was fine but it wasn't as if they were even going to ask. They didn't care but Stiles seemed to think they did. Maybe it would be worse if he was ignored? Derek had no idea so he nodded and didn't say much about it.

"I don't do that kind of talk. Never have and never will." Stupid rumors and gossips. Who even cared about any of that? At least they didn't have cheerleader squads here, so none of the girls were too involved with sports besides cheering on their boyfriends from the stands. "Besides, who even wants to play lacrosse? You're better off on the bench, and it looks good on your college application and you don't have to play."

"Why would you even care? You are one of those popular guys, aren't you?" Stiles laughed bitterly, without any joy or happiness in his voice. And seriously... why would someone like Derek Hale care if he was beaten up or not? He was no one compared to him as far as popularity went. Not that Stiles didn't know he was clever. He was second in class after Lydia. But he'd never move with Derek's crowd. Not that he'd ever want to. He saw them as shallow, loud and dumb kids who'd either fail in life or need daddy's or mommy's support and money to succeed.

Though he had to admit that he had never heard about a rumor Derek Hale would've started. But that didn't matter, right?

Frowning from the last comment, Stiles readjusted the cold towel on his nape and felt grateful that the bleeding was slowing down at last. First he felt offended by what Derek said, but then he simply shrugged because besides tiring him out, lacrosse practice did look good on a college application indeed.

"Hey, don't mock my sport and I won't mock yours either, ball chaser..." he jabbed back, because yeah, running after a bigger ball was no better than in Stiles' choice of sport.

"Ball catcher," Derek shot back, even though it was a childish bickering they were doing and it didn't make much sense. The teams had always been at odds with one another, but luckily they didn't need to share a field or a locker room. There was a small basketball court outside with concrete but they were mostly practicing inside.

Stiles actually managed a small smile from the snark that was shot right back at him. Then he fidgeted a bit on the examination table, legs moving, his body never being able to be still for long.

It kind of irked Derek that he was lugged with the popular kids, as if they were all the same, as if none of them cared. One of his friends, Boyd, also on the basketball team, was working his ass off to get a scholarship for the sport, hoping to play pro in college. Not Derek, because he knew the chances of getting into the pros was small and he wasn't that into it, didn't want to take away from the kids needing it. Boyd wasn't popular, he wasn't stupid, he was poor and taking care of his little sister.

"So because I'm popular, I shouldn't care? I'm captain because I'm good, not because I'm popular and don't care. Of all the rumors you've heard about me, did it ever involve me beating up anybody without reason?" He knew plenty of rumors were going around, it kind of came with being popular. Kids paid attention to what he did, especially when he didn't give them much to work with.

"Okay, fine. My logic or rather prejudice might have its flaws, because no, I never heard of you in particular to beat up others. You usually stay out of such things as far as I know. But I'm not following you around or anything all the time so what should I know?" Stiles shrugged, carefully removing another round of wads and replacing them with new ones. Thank fuck they weren't getting drenched like the ones before. Because he didn't imagine his first time being alone with Derek Hale in such a disgusting scenario. Him bleeding all over the place and pushing gauze up into his swollen and already coloring nose.

"Could you like... bring me a pack of ice from the fridge over there?" he asked instead of going deeper into the topic and possibly embarrassing himself even more. Also, it was clear that Stiles was familiar with the layout of the nurse's office and where things were.

"I guess I'm... maybe... possibly sorry. You know... I am definitely not part of the popular circles and speak from bad experiences," he added. And boy, why was he still talking? He should just shut up at last. Although he was telling the truth. There definitely had been some shoving and pushing around on the corridors and in the bathrooms, hell, even at times in the locker room, but he wasn't going to mention those to this guy.

And man... was he dreamy or what? All dark and muscular and handsome. It only made Stiles' heart clench painfully because he knew it was never going to be his. Stupid, stupid useless crushes…

Popular kids had popular rumors, it wasn't as if Derek didn't know that, and he wasn't like... accusing Stiles of stalking him or anything so why did he get all nervous all of a sudden? Looking around for the fridge, he got the ice pack, breaking it so it could get solid before handing it over. Nose maybe wasn't broken but Stiles was going to look beat up with the way it was coloring and Derek felt guilty about that. Popular kids looking beat up made them be treated like badasses but that was probably not the same for Stiles.

"I'm sorry too, about the nose." He'd offer to get retaliation by punching Derek in return but that wasn't going to be doing much, maybe only break Stiles’ hand or something. "I know not all of us are nice so..." he shifted on his feet and shrugged, not sure what more to say to that. Derek felt bad but didn't know how to make it better for Stiles. Everybody had seen what happened, Stiles was going to be the kid who got a ball in the face from Derek Hale.

"Do you need me to grab you some clothes or something?" They were both still in their work out clothes and it didn't seem like Stiles was going to get back to classes today. Maybe Derek should offer to get him home. That would be a nice thing to do, right?

Stiles was actually very grateful for the ice-pack, which he took from Derek – totally NOT noticing how their fingers brushed together as he took it, making his usually irregularly beating heart skip a beat – and carefully pressed it against his throbbing nose. Damn, that felt really good! He might have even moaned obscenely from it.

"It's okay... It was an accident," Stiles shrugged again but the apology made some unauthorized fuzzy feeling flipping in his stomach... "Nah, I don't want you to miss more classes because of me," Stiles would've waved Derek off, but both his hands were occupied. In the end, he pulled the wet towel away from his nape and gestured with it towards the returning nurse. "My beautiful Nurse Sarah will write me a note so I can go home for the rest of the day, right?" Stiles blinked at the woman outright batting his long brown lashes at her.

Which didn't amuse the nurse, but she had a fond little smile in the corner of her mouth. She always was kinda fond of this blabbermouth kid, but tried to stay impartial. "Yes. You can go home now, Stiles. If you're not up for it, you can rest tomorrow too. Your face will get quite colorful and don't lift anything too heavy or lean down too much for a while to avoid more nose bleeds," she said, already writing the slip.

"Cross my heart and hope to die!" Stiles drew a cross over his heart with the half-dried blood. Not that it mattered since his jersey was already ruined. Oh great, now dad will have to buy a new one for him... Again. That soured Stiles' seemingly chipper mood for a second.

"That won't be necessary," Sarah said and assessing Stiles' 'fresh out of a horror movie' look, she rather gave the piece of paper to Derek. "Will you be a sweetheart and escort him to the locker room so he can change and go home?" she smiled at Derek, but it was somehow more of a 'demand' than a kind suggestion. Clearly Nurse Sarah took her work seriously.

The young Hale rarely missed out on classes. He never got sick and he had great grades, so he wasn't too worried about missing a few. It wasn't every day he managed to knock another boy over with his ball. Pretty sure his mom wasn't going to be amused and was going to make him go over with cookies or whatever grandma decided to make for Derek's apology baking.

"Should he even be driving? Maybe I should take him home too."

If the nurse suspected Derek was asking to skip class, she didn't say anything about it. Or maybe she knew about Stiles' dad working a lot and figured it couldn't hurt for Stiles to have somebody around for a change besides McCall. "Don't make a habit out of this," she warned as he got another piece of paper, their hall passes.

"Don't think hitting people with balls is going to do me any favors," Derek muttered to her as he folded the papers and put them in his pocket. He helped Stiles off who was still holding the ice to his nose. "You really need to get changed. You look like you just killed somebody."

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