"Hey," Derek frowns, tapping on the guy's shoulder. He squeezed his way up to the front like Derek hadn't been waiting ten minutes to catch the bartender's eye. "You can't cut in line just because you're hot."
When the guy turns to gape at him he has the gall to be even hotter than Derek first assumed. What is my life? Derek thinks to himself.
"Sorry, what?" the guy says after a minute. "Are you talking to me?"
Derek rolls his eyes. "I get it, you're out of my league," he says, scowling, "I'm still not going to let you cut in line."
The guy shoves his hand out for a handshake instead of getting back in line. "I'm Stiles," he says breathlessly. "And you are?"
"Not falling for it," Derek says briskly and finally manages to get hold of a bartender.
No one believes Stiles when he gets back to his table empty-handed.
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Sterek Tumblr Shorts
FanfictionThese are all unrelated teen wolf shorts I wrote on tumblr. Most of these are AUs and I'll put what type in the chapter title.
