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It wasn’t entirely impossible, it wasn’t. Okay, well it might be just slightly impossible, but it can be done, it can.
Derek was sitting in an arm chair, the flashing red and greens around the dark room. He honestly hated parties. “How long are you going to sulk in this chair?”His friend, Erica asks a large smile plastered on her lips. Derek rolls his eyes with a sigh.
“I don’t like frat parties.” Derek replied. “You’re lucky I tolerate your frat of a boyfriend.”
“Hey. Boyd is awesome and you know it.” Erica slapped his arm. “He’s quiet and mysterious and what not. I like him.” Erica was starting to sound love-struck. Derek swished his drink in his hand and took a sip.
“Okay. So why are you here talking to me?” Derek states. Erica gives him a smile “Right.” She patted his bicep and headed off into the crowd. Derek sighed and slouched in his chair. His arms draped over the arms of the chair, his legs out and slightly spread.
If it weren’t for all the noise Derek could fall asleep. And it seems almost on que that the already loud becomes louder.
“Hey! Stilinski! Who the hell invited you?” Derek hears, but doesn’t bother really looking in that direction, because it wasn’t his business. “Stilinski you lost your buddy Scott and you’re all alone aren’t ya?” Derek doesn’t like the way that sounds.
“C’mon Stilinski, pay us some mind.” Someone else says. Derek feels like he has to humor this he glances over, just a simple glance. But that’s soon a stare.
Standing in the middle of the living room is a thin girl. She’s wearing dark, faded out skinnies, a long with a white V-neck that seems to fit her frame like a second skin, Her hair is long, with thick soft curls and a dark brown. Derek assumes this is who the ruckus is about.
“I hear Scotty got himself a girlfriend and doesn’t need you anymore.” Derek knows this voice, this one is Jackson, college frat jackass. Derek sees the girl tense and fists her thin fingers.
“You aren’t allowed to call him that, Asshole.” She says. The crowd laughs and Jackson snaps looks at everyone. “What’s wrong Jackass, can’t stand up to a girl?” She taunts. Derek sits up to watch as the crowd around Jackson gets bigger. Derek can see Jackson’s physical reaction to this small girls words and he didn’t seem to like it at all.
“I’ve kicked your ass before.” She places her hands on her hips, totally confident and powerful. And Derek doesn’t know if he needs to save her or Jackson, but he’s completely and utterly attracted to this girl.
“Why don’t you shove it, Stilinski?” Jackson grabs the nearest cup and chucks its contents at the young girl. She takes a step back as everyone starts to laugh. “Stiles!” A panicked voice comes to the room “Stiles! What the hell?” A slacked jaw, dark haired boy says. He reaches for her and she pushes away.
“I’m glad you’re okay.” She says to the dark haired boy. She heads off and Derek is off his chair before he can think about it. He follows her out and away from the frat house.
“Hey, Uh, Stiles.” Derek says once he knows she can hear him. The cold night was not a place to be when you’ve had a drink spilled all over you. Stiles stops walking but doesn’t turn around. Derek walks to her, keeping a distance so she doesn’t have a chance to hit him.
When Derek gets a look at her face, she’s worrying her bottom lip and fighting back the tears that are building up in her eyes, and her small pale nose is shinning red. Derek notices the dark, small freckles that line her nose and cheeks. It’s almost as distraction as her lip biting.
“What?” She says, her voice crack and roughed over from holding back her anger. Derek snaps out of his trance and takes off his jacket. “Here.” It was below freezing, and Derek could see the air Stiles and himself are breathing turn to fog in front of them. So it was a bad idea to have Stiles walk out with whatever drink it was the she wore.
Stiles looks wryly at his leather jacket, “He’s a jackass,” she said, Derek nodded, Stiles took his jacket and slipped it on. “Thanks, even if this things like a circus tent to me.” She waves her hands out of the sleeves.
“Heard you kicked his ass before.” Derek’s lips slightly quirked on a side. Stiles huffed and gave him a side look, “You heard that?” Derek nodded with a small shrug. Stiles lips corked in a smile, and damn was that amazing.
“Yeah, once when we were in high school. He called me a whore over the intercom.” Derek’s jaw clenched. That was a low no man should ever be.
Stiles laughed, bring Derek back from his rage, “I left class and found him as he was leaving and gave him one great sucker punch to that face of his.” Stiles gave herself a light punch on her chin. They stood there in silence or awhile.
Derek slipped his hands in his pockets, “I can walk you back to your place,” Derek said, Stiles gave him a raised brow “You’re offering to take me back home?”
Derek began to think he’d asked the wrong question, was this a bad idea? He thought. He wasn’t even sure what he was doing in the first place. Then Stiles bursts into laughter, “Yeah, uh, that’d be awesome.”
Now Derek doesn’t know if Stiles laugh was heaven’s music or just his ears playing tricks on him. But he didn’t want to stop hearing it. “Great.” Derek said. They began to walk along the asphalt, not really paying attention to where they were going. It was quiet and Derek didn’t mind.
“You don’t seem like that type to be at a frat party.” Stiles says, Derek looks down to his side were she walked along side him. “Neither do you.” He replied. Stiles huffed with a smile, “Technically I wasn’t invited.” She says.
“I was looking for a friend, he texted me to meet him there. Since I was at my place studying and being a nerd or whatever-” she says “Anyway, I showed and find out he wasn’t the one that texted me. It was Jackson and his lame ass friends.”
Stiles paused, she had her hands in the pockets of the leather jacket, playing with the ends where the zipper meets. “All to get a laugh?” Derek asked. Stiles glanced up at him then back down at the playing ends, “Yeah. That’s Jackson. I ended up seeing my friend making-out with his girlfriend, which let me tell you, isn’t as pretty as she is. Seriously. Oh and let's not forget to mention the drink that I'm currently wearing.” Stiles laughed.
Derek found himself smiling, though he didn't just want to let Stiles believe that she deserved that in anyway. “Anyway, I knew Jackson was just trying to make a move on me. Even with Lydia standing some where close.” She leaned over on Derek’s side “It’s the Stilinski charm.” She smiled as Derek looked down at her, half a smile on his lips.
“You don’t talk much, do you?” She asked after she moved out of his personal space, Derek had to stop himself from pulling her back in.
“I like to listen.” Derek answered, “Never been great with words.” Derek hears Stiles giggle, “So, you’ve got the whole mysterious, broody character down.”
Derek snorted, “I can be batman if you promise to be catwoman.” It was quiet, Derek looked over at Stiles, her eyes were wide and her mouth was slacked open, Derek frowned slightly.
“Oh my God.” Stiles jumps in front of Derek forcing him to stop walking “Oh my god tell me you’re a fan. Please be a fan.” Derek raised a taunting brow at her.
“If enterprise always flies.” Derek answers. Stiles squeals and jumps up in down in front of him, Derek chuckles at the sight. Stiles reaches for his wrist, pulling his hand out of his pants pocket and squealing over “You don’t understand what this means. Oh my god, you are going to watch Supernatural with me. Have you seen Supernatural? Cause you totally look like you can pull off Dean’s persona and a-”
“Stiles!”
Just like that, Stiles jumping ceases, her smile faded and her talking stopped, but she didn’t let go of Derek’s hand. Derek looked over his shoulder at an approaching figure. Derek looked back at Stiles, but she keep her focus on whoever it was that was head towards them.
“Hey, why’d you leave I was looking for you.” The guy said. Stiles grip tightened around Derek’s wrist and he raised a brow. “Stiles?” The guy said.
“I had to leave. I was tired Y’know how I get when I have finals.” Stiles answers, She doesn’t move to see the guy, she keeps her place there in front of Derek. Her eyes were shot wide when heard him and Derek could start to feel her shake.
“Oh, well.” The guy says, “Let me walk you-”
“No.” Stiles says all too quickly. “Uh, he’s already offered and I figured why turn him down. So, uh, thanks, but no thanks. G’night.” Stiles says. Derek feels like he should move or something. But doesn’t when Stiles is standing inches closer to him.
“Oh, well, alright. I’ll see you tomorrow I guess.” The guy heads off back to the party and once Stiles knows he’s gone she starts to pull Derek by his wrist. “Can you, uh, do me a favor?” She asks, “It’s not bad per-say, it’s just, uh, its hard to explain out in the open.”
Derek tugs his wrist slightly and she slows down “Sure.” Derek says. Stiles gives him a side glance, almost like she didn’t want him to notice. “Could you, like, uh, this is going to sound weird but bear with me.” She said. Derek just nodded. Stiles slowed her pace and was back to walking along Derek. “Could you spend the night at my place?”
Derek almost tripped, almost. “I told you it would sound weird, but as hot as I think you are, this isn’t that time, I’ll save that for when I’m not in mortal danger.” She rushes to say.
“From what?” Derek asks.
“That guy’s been stalking me since I came back from Arizona.” She states, like that’s actually giving Derek a time frame, Stiles must have realized because then she told him, “I got back about three weeks ago and he was hanging out with Scott, my friend, and I was just being myself and I think he clung to me.” Stiles shivered. “Oh, uh.” Stiles looked down at her and Derek’s hands.
She let go and of his hand and Derek almost whined at the loss. “So, uh, please?” Stiles intertwined her own fingers at her chest. Derek looks down at her, “Yeah. Sure.” Derek gives her a half smile. Stiles face lights up and she shoulder bumps Derek.