What Stiles does not know is that the Little Derek who first entered high school brimmed with school spirit, but was laughed at by senior jocks at the time for having socks matching the school colours during spirit week. But this year, maybe Derek can break his self-imposed “boycott all Homecoming activities” rule just once.
As Stiles turns and tugs his suitcase away, his eyes stinging with tears, all he can think about is how he should have known better. He should have seen this coming; all the signs were there, and they had been there since he signed his name on the dotted line. Gods, how stupid is he, really?
Somewhere behind him, Derek is calling for him to stop, to hold on, to let him explain. Maybe, one side of him argues, he should stop and listen. And even if everything that Derek has to say is utter shit, at least then Stiles would have something to direct his anger at. Instead of slowing down though, he uses that anger as a shield, raises his middle finger over his head without looking back, and prays to the Gods that no one can tell that his useless heart is breaking.
Getting mixed up with Derek Hale, regardless of how nice and genuine he had seemed at the beginning, was bound to end in tragedy. Hell, it was practically written in the high school guidebook that messing around with the captain of the lacrosse team was a stupid ass idea, especially when his ex was one of the most popular girls in school. But at the time, it had seemed like less of a gamble to fake date Derek than to have to confront Scott and eventually Allison about the letter. What he hadn’t accounted for though was how invested he would become in their charade. He hadn’t anticipated that he might actually grow to like the surprising sweet, soft-spoken jock. And now he’s lost in a game he hadn’t even realized that they had been playing.
“It’s so cool that it doesn’t bother you that your boyfriend came to my room last night,” Jennifer had said in a saccharine tone, pressing her hand against Stiles’ chest like she had had the right. “Really, it’s sweet that you trust him so much. I never would have allowed that when we were dating, but good for you Stiles. Good for you.”
Tears roll down his cheeks as he flees from the school, the last of his control breaking. Before he can escape entirely, a sleek red car pulls up in front of him. The window rolls down and Lydia peers at him from the driver seat. “Well come on then,” she says impatiently, tossing her hair over one shoulder. “Don’t just stand there, get in.”
He thanks the stars that he’s somehow become her friend as he tosses his suitcase in the backseat and climbs in the car. Derek is still calling for him, his voice insistent as he pushes through the crowds of people milling about. Before he has a chance to get too close though, Lydia pulls away from the curb, and they leave Derek in their dust.
Someone is throwing stones at Stiles’ bedroom window. Stiles determinedly ignores it. Digs his spoon back into his chocolate brownie flavored ice cream, and turns up the television. There’s another loud crack from the glass, and Stiles jerks his head up to check Scott hasn’t actually broken the glass.
“Go back to prom, Scotty,” he yells, loud enough for even the neighbours to hear. “I’m not sitting alone like some chump while everyone else gets their freak on.”
Stupid, dumb prom. Stiles had been psyched, originally. He thought it’d finally be his chance to try and be more than friends with Derek. To purvey his feelings. To shower Derek with all the fucking flowers in the universe and slow dance with him to Whitney Houston. Except, when he’d casually slash dramatically thrown himself in front of Derek’s locker, and declared they should go— For fun! As friends! Without Derek being aware of all the glorious, romantic surprises Stiles had planned, obviously— Derek’s face had scrunched up in apology.
“Can’t,” he’d said shortly. “Someone already asked.”
“And, you— you said yes?”
Derek had shrugged, slammed his locker shut, “No one else asked.”
“But, I’m asking! Right now!”
“I can’t tell him no,” Derek had given him a strange look, “Besides, it’s not a big deal, right? We can hang out there, still do all the stuff you suggested.”
Stiles had been going to suggest awkward, first time, deeply romantic make outs behind the bleachers. He’s not sure that’d go down well considering Derek is actually going with a date. A date.
Derek: My arms aren’t that bad. Stiles: Have you ever read Leo the Late Bloomer? Derek: Shut up. Stiles: You’re Leo. Derek: I got it. Stiles: … Stiles: Am I attractive to Leos? Derek: Until I win the puberty jackpot, you’ll have to do. Stiles: Unless I win it first. Derek: You can’t win twice. Um. Stiles:Oh my god. Derek: Forget I said– Stiles: No! Never. Come here!
The only reason Derek even knows what “DTR” means is because Erica forced him to listen to her bitch about her boyfriend problems. It really is not necessary for Erica to “return the favour” and coach him through his first relationship (It isn’t one. Doesn’t. Exist. Who else doesn’t have a R to D? Him and Stiles.). He’s pretty sure him and Stiles are bros at the very least. Bros who get indignant on the other’s behalf and marches unsuccessfully to the principal when a girl steals Derek’s term paper topic–even when said girl’s father runs the school. And plus, Derek is fine filling whatever quota of Stiles’ social circle, even if he’s the ‘quirky loser friend’-slice of that pie chart.
Sterek AU: Stiles finally decides to man up and do something about his crush on Derek Hale. He thinks that he isn’t even on Derek’s radar, but as it turns out the jock’s been harbouring a mutual crush on Stiles.
Part 2 (Derek encounters the sheriff when he comes to pick Stiles up for their date)
Sterek AU: Sheriff Stilinski comes home to find a strange boy in his living room, apparently waiting to take his son on a date. On the one hand, he’s just glad to know that Stiles has friends who aren’t Scott. On the other hand, THERE IS A STRANGE BOY WAITING TO TAKE HIS SON ON A DATE.
In his sophomore year, Stiles gets dragged to lacrosse try outs by Scott and ends up practising alongside the senior captain, Derek Hale. Stiles just wants to live long enough to become a junior.
Stiles and Derek have been close friends since the Hale siblings moved in next door after their parents’ death. But Derek’s in the popular group, he’s a star baseball player, and he dates popular Pep Squad captain Jennifer Blake. Stiles doesn’t have any of that, just his skateboard and a hopeless crush on Derek (oh yeah, and his Vote Lydia Martin Prom Queen button). As prom and the baseball state championship grow closer, Stiles and Derek start rekindling their friendship.
Awkward Nerd Derek has been crushing on Handsome Jock Stiles since forever—so getting paired with him on a Chemistry project is definitely the best/worst thing that’s ever happened to him.
Option A : violently tell Derek that they are under no circumstances ever to hook up again because it was stupid and dumb.
Option B : tell Scott the truth, stand back and watch as Scott kills Derek with his bare hands so Stiles doesn’t even have to face the music. Not an option at all, actually. Expunge this from the record.
The real Option B : calmly explain to Derek that the situation is too fucked up and hey, maybe if Derek and Scott ever shake hands and make up, he and Stiles can hook up again because, man…it was great.
Option C : forget everything, charge headfirst into danger like fuckin’ Braveheart and have sex with Derek all over again.
Option D : bury himself alive and wait for the worms to eat him.
In his sophomore year, Stiles gets dragged to lacrosse try outs by Scott and ends up practising alongside the senior captain, Derek Hale. Stiles just wants to live long enough to become a junior.
Stiles and Derek have been close friends since the Hale siblings moved in next door after their parents’ death. But Derek’s in the popular group, he’s a star baseball player, and he dates popular Pep Squad captain Jennifer Blake. Stiles doesn’t have any of that, just his skateboard and a hopeless crush on Derek (oh yeah, and his Vote Lydia Martin Prom Queen button). As prom and the baseball state championship grow closer, Stiles and Derek start rekindling their friendship.
Awkward Nerd Derek has been crushing on Handsome Jock Stiles since forever—so getting paired with him on a Chemistry project is definitely the best/worst thing that’s ever happened to him.
Option A : violently tell Derek that they are under no circumstances ever to hook up again because it was stupid and dumb.
Option B : tell Scott the truth, stand back and watch as Scott kills Derek with his bare hands so Stiles doesn’t even have to face the music. Not an option at all, actually. Expunge this from the record.
The real Option B : calmly explain to Derek that the situation is too fucked up and hey, maybe if Derek and Scott ever shake hands and make up, he and Stiles can hook up again because, man…it was great.
Option C : forget everything, charge headfirst into danger like fuckin’ Braveheart and have sex with Derek all over again.
Option D : bury himself alive and wait for the worms to eat him.
Happy birthday to the wonderful and amazing @dylanlovesthemets!! Hope you have a good one, pal.
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Have a bit of highschool!Sterek with jock!Stiles and nerd!Derek.
Stiles slumped heavily against the metal lockers
with a tired sigh and said, “If classes started an hour later, I’d
be so much more willing to go.” He tilted his head back until the
back of it rested against the lockers, and he momentarily closed his
eyes, his right hand reaching up to grab the strap of his bag before
it slid down his shoulder.
“No, you wouldn’t,” Scott said with a snort and
opened his locker, narrowly catching the lacrosse ball that rolled
out between the books messily shoved into it. “If classes started
an hour later, you’d say the exact same thing.”
Stiles hummed quietly and noncommittally, staring up
at the ceiling for a minute, before he tilted his head back down and
turned it to look at Scott. “Hey, remember how there were nap times
in kindergarten?” he asked, smiling crookedly. “Why didn’t that
make it into high school, too? That would make this hell so
much more enjoyable.”
Scott scoffed softly at him and grabbed a few books,
giving him a raised brow. He started talking, but whatever he said
went right through Stiles’ one ear and out the other, Stiles not
hearing a single word of what he said. Because his attention had been
grabbed by a certain someone hurrying past them and toward their own
locker.
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