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Her name was Kate Argent.
The epitome of popularity for girls and the sex symbol for the boys-the straight ones anyway. Though, Stiles being neither, couldn't lie to himself if he tried that Kate was the most flawless girl he had ever laid his eyes upon on. Only having the advantage of being a manipulative head-cheerleader and the school's muse against Lydia Martin, the genius and most well-mannered of the whole student body.
Stiles would have pointed out that he was the second to Lydia's genius but that doesn't really help him with his non-existent popularity. First, he was a guy, which makes the people think of him as the stereotypical kind of nerd. Second, he's nowhere near being a well-mannered gentleman because of his ADHD. Third, he was a permanent resident of the 'bench' on the only sport that helps him deal with his ADHD, lacrosse.
Anyways, moving on, Kate Argent. 18 years old, Junior.
Stiles didn't want to affiliate her with the term 'slut', 'whore' or 'hoe' that some people coined her with, because it's totally her decision if the rumors were right that she had almost slept with half of the boy's population. Her body, her business. Stiles gets it. Because being gay comes with defending your sexuality that yes, he only get it up on a guy. No, he wouldn't try it with a girl no matter how attractive she is. Do not even get started on the 'if you have never tried, how would you know?' crap. Because Stiles knows, okay? His body, his business.
So, stating those facts, obviously Stiles should have never have any beef with her, right?
Wrong.
The problem took shape in the form of Derek Hale. 17 years old, Junior.
The charming, star athlete, and active student body vice-president Derek Hale. (Chris Argent, Kate's twin brother, was the president. 18 years old, Senior. Go figure.) Which apparently had the sexual preference of both sex. Dated Marionette Dela Cruz on his 1st year and ended the year with someone named Tom. Everybody thought it was a nickname for a girl, but him making out with a guy in the high school parking lot tells it differently. It was a chain of lovers from then on. Nobody gave him any shit because his sister, Laura Hale, only a Junior and already the student body president that year, totally supported him. She was very open minded and such a role model that people accepted homosexuality (any sexuality at all) in their sweet town, Beacon Hills, so easily. That or she didn't give a fuck about what people think. Stiles has yet to thank her.
Back to the real problem, Derek Hale being a open bi and Stiles being a open gay is a recipe for disaster, Stiles knows this. It was really easy thinking the guy of your dreams was straight because that totally gave Stiles no chance with the person at all and Stiles would eventually just have to grow out of his teenage crush to start fresh on college. Find the man that was really meant from him and so on. Maybe, he'll see Derek at some high school reunion and Stiles would lean on his future husband and tell stories about his old one-sided flame. They'll laugh about it and go home indifferent. But no, the universe hated Stiles, so Derek Hale had to be bi. Stiles totally had the 50% chance on getting it on with him and hoping just hurts, OK. Stiles knows this because he spent his middle school confused-sexuality-life on Lydia Martin.
So Stiles doesn't hope, or at least he tried not to.
Because Derek totally kissed him at a party last night, made out with him even, him, Stiles Stilinski... and it was so awesome. The hope that Stiles was trying to lock up, flared through his ever-running mind and fluttering heart. So what if it didn't lead to sex? Who cares. He made out with Derek Hale and there was totally something, just something, that could lead into more some things, he thought that late Friday night.
That was why when school started again on Monday, everyone murmuring about about the new couple that Stiles unfortunately found out who when he saw Kate Argent shoving her tongue down Derek Hale's throat, he was shell-shocked. It didn't made any fucking sense at all because it was him that Derek was spending time with last Friday. Apparently, two days were enough time for Derek Hale to forget about him. Stiles seriously should have known. Bitter, he escaped the scenario in front of him by shoving a lot of people out of the way and when he suceeded, he ran to his first class.
On the way there though, Stiles can't help but think 'Her body, her business. Yeah fucking, right. More like, her business, my misery'