FBI (For Basic Idiots) [FemStiles&Derek]

Mine

Contrary to popular belief of anybody who knows her, Stiles is actually capable of keeping her mouth shut and her thoughts to herself. Though, usually, that only ever occurs when she doesn’t want to look like an idiot. Which, OK, she does, a lot of the time. But it’s a different kind of being an idiot. The usual kind that people expect from Stiles Stilinski – awkward limbed and loudmouthed.

Stiles is used to people thinking she’s an idiot in that regard, but very early on in life, she learned not to give a crap. She’s smart, a lot smarter than most people – even Lydia (unless it’s to do with chemistry and math) – and her intelligence is the one part of her that ever allowed her to find her self confidence.

But she’s no prize to look at – she doesn’t think, anyway. Still, she knows she’s not completely unattractive, she just knows she’s not the conventional type, is all. And as Lydia often still tells her; her face isn’t the problem, she could just look so much better if she dressed better, “is all.”

Which – rude...

But... yeah.

And no, she knows that’s never happening, because she’s the comfort over style any day of the week sort of gal. Always has and always will be. And the fact that she’s always been a tomboy only adds to the “unconventional” mix.

Still... doesn’t mean that she’s totally invisible, like this stupid blonde bimbo of a diner server seems to act like.

Again, rude...

And it totally has only a little bit to do with the fact that she hasn’t stopped trying to flirt with Derek since he and Stiles walked through the door. It’s so unprofessional, but still, Stiles doesn’t say a thing about it, doesn’t let it show how much it annoys her.

When they first take their seats opposite one another, Stiles has her menu practically thrown at her, while Derek’s is slid smoothly onto the table in front of him, complete with the gory red lipstick induced sickeningly sweet smile. Stiles wants to throw up, doesn’t, somehow, instead grits her teeth and stays quiet as she flips through the menu.

“Are you new in town, handsome?” She asks in a voice just as vomit inducing as her... everything else. Down to the skimpy skirt barely covering the tops of her thighs...

Stiles supposes what annoys her the most is how gorgeous this stupid bitch actually is.

Ugh.

Fuck her life.

Although, what the blonde says next almost makes Stiles burst out laughing...

“Haven’t seen you in here before.” She says, twirls a lock of those perfect golden curls around her finger in her free hand, the other gripping a crumpled up notepad.

Well, at least, this whore doesn’t have the brains to go with that body.

Derek fights back a scowl, instead, musters up a polite smile. Also, he really has to try not to sound so condescending when he answers. Although, he guesses she probably wouldn’t realise if he was anyway. “Yeah, uh, this place is new right? Only opened a couple of days ago?” His gaze briefly flickers to Stiles, and again, he has to will himself to do the opposite when he sees her hiding her little smirk behind her menu.

The blonde’s cheeks flush a little, but Stiles has to give the bitch credit for not stuttering out her words (like Stiles knows she would be doing... actually she still does whenever Derek is being oddly friendly and teasing with her.)

“Right, no. Of course.”

And now, Stiles is gritting her teeth again as the blonde shoots him a cheeky grin as she lays a freshly manicured hand on his shoulder and tells him, “You got me all flustered.”