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As he stood in in his regulation dress out to coach the lacrosse team Stiles contemplated on how bad he actually needed the money. First of all, his presence wasn’t exactly welcome or needed considering the boys didn’t even listen to a word he said, pledging their allegiance to Mr. Hale, essentially making Stiles job unnecessary. Still the extra money did wonders to paying off his tuition bill and it wasn’t exactly a hard way to make extra money. The only downside was currently standing exactly 3 feet from being so stoic Stiles thought he might pull a muscle.
The day Derek heard that Stiles was hired to help him coach and manage the team, Derek took it more as an insult on his own skills instead of seeing it as someone helping him out. Stiles tried to shake his hand after the announcement and Derek took one look at his hand and brushed past him as if he was just something that was in the way. That left Stiles with an unshaken hand and a slew of wet dreams where he was awaken when he physically fell from his bed.
It didn’t help that it was coming up on 1 ½ years since the last time he had sex which also happened to be the day Danny called quits on them. The words after what Stiles didn’t know was breakup sex hurt more than the actual break up. No one likes to be told that they are basically a waste and were essentially getting traded in for a better model. After his final words, Stiles sat at home and finished that last half of his Americone Dream and surfed the web for open positions.
Seeing a teaching job available at Beacon Hill high, his alma mater, was just the break he needed. He’d get a change of scenery be close to his Dad as well as see Scott and Kira in person rather than through a computer screen. After teaching for a short time Stiles learned 2 things: 1) Derek Hale was the hottest guy he’s ever seen in person and not on a free porn site and 2) He seemed to hate Stiles with a passion.
He heard through Boyd that Derek and Jennifer were and item on the low before Jennifer realized that Derek never planned to marry her and didn’t want to have kids. So instead of letting Derek know she simply turned in her resignation letter and left the next day. Derek found out she was gone at the staff meeting the next morning. At first Stiles didn’t really hold the animosity towards him against Hale, seeing as he would be pissed to if someone he had been with just left without an explanation or a goodbye.
But it had been a year and a half, a person can only be mad for so long before they need to move on. So no, Stiles was sure that the waves of hatred he felt whenever he was near Derek were directed at him and not his job or classroom. “The boys this year play pretty good, they might have a chance at state.” This was essentially stiles version of “How bout them Cowboys?” After a lengthy silence without even turning to acknowledge him Derek said, “ We’ve won state 4 years in a row.”
Stiles out his head down and closed his eyes. He had no idea of the teams record and Derek has seen right through him. Derek blew his whistle and had the boys crowd around him. “All right that was a great practice now if you go twice as hard on Saturday we should be able to beat Lakecrest with no problems. Hands in on three say win 123, WIN!!” As the boys jogged toward the locker room, Stiles kept pace to be in line with Derek. “Do you happen to have an extra playbook? I saw all the guys had one and you included and seeing as I’m a coach too shouldn’t I have one one for mysel-“ Before he could go on Derek grabbed him by the front of his shirt and slammed him into the nearest tree.
“Let’s get one thing straight you, your job and your questions are getting on my goddamn nerves. All you are is a glorified babysitter so no you don’t get a playbook or a say in anything. All you need to worry about is standing on the side of the field and keeping you mouth shut, GOT IT.” Stiles frantically nodded in agreement and Derek let go immediately walking at a brisk pace towards the locker room. Stiles cursed his body for being so aroused at just being told off.