"So Derek," Stiles dad starts. "What do you do?"
A smile grows on Derek's face, "Men."
Noah is slightly flabbergasted but not surprised, considering he's been hanging out with Stiles lately.
"Stiles, mostly," Derek speaks bluntly.
Stiles stares at Derek in disbelief. Noah, on the other hand, had gripped his knife in his hand, looking down, and anger growing on his face.
"You should go before this knife meets your face, Hale," Noah says.
"What?" Stiles says.
Derek shoots up agreeing, before he leaves completely he mouths the word "window" to Stiles.
Stiles relaxed in his seat and looked at Noah, whom was still looking away from the two.
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