"Stiles, hey, wait up..." I say, almost jogging to reach his step.
"Uh, what?" He says waiting for me.
"Heh, uh, you dropped this." I say, handing him a paper.
"How do you know my name?"
"It's on the paper." I mumble, pointing to it.
"O-oh... I knew that.." He murmured, looking a little embarrassed, as his cheeks grew with a rosey pink.
"Derek, Derek Hale, but you can just call me... Derek, I guess." I say politely, putting my hand out, gesturing a handshake.
"Stiles Stillinski. Call me Stiles..." He said, in a hushed voice, grabbing my hand and shaking it.
His hands are really warm and soft.
He looked up at me.
Wow... His eyes.... Whoa...
I widen my eyes and realise that this handshake has been too long and now it's awkward even more so, now that I'm staring at him. I jerk my hand away.
"Heh.. Well, do you need a ride home?" I hesitantly ask. Trying to break the awkward tension.
"Uh... S-sure.. I guess." He said and pulled his backpack onto his shoulders more. I half smiled at that.
I click the button and hear my car unlock.
"Here we are. Your chariot awaits, kind sir." I say, bowing as I open his door.
He chuckles and I feel another smile come across my face.
I close the door once he's in and then get in, on my side.
"Where to?"
"Uh, you can just drive if you want. My dad won't be home for a while, an all I have to do is homework." He mumbles, getting comfortable in the passenger's seat.
I don't understand what's happening to me. I'm straight. I'm straighter than straight. I'm as straight as it comes.... But seeing him comfortable in my car... I barely know him. Why am I like this? It's probably just that burrito from lunch.
"Uh, yeah, sure." I finally say.
"We don't have to..." He sinks into the seat, bowing his head a little.
"No, no. I-I want to..."
Oh my god. He looked so sad I could actually hug him.
"Oh, okay... But why?" He looked at me confused.
I felt my face getting red.
"Uh, I don't know. Wanna come over to my house and get something to eat?" I asked.
"Yeah, sure."
