Detention

One Shot

    Stiles put his jeep into park and leaned back into the front seat as he sat there in thee school parking lot. He stared up at the school, watching as all of the kids stood outside of it, poured inside of it, and even a few strolled out. 

    Shaking his head, he grabbed the key from the ignition and opened his door, climbing out. He walked around the vehicle and grabbed his backpack from the passenger seat before closing it again and making sure to lock it up. The last thing that he wanted was for some random jackass there to find out he had left the doors unlocked and steal something from him. Not that he had anything important in there, though.

    He turned around and started to make his way towards the school, his hand holding the one strap that was placed over his shoulder. As he walked along, he scanned the crowd of people, looking for his best friend, and really his only friend, Scott. Normally the two of them would meet up with each other before heading to their first period after Scott was finished making out with his boyfriend, Isaac.

    

    However, Stiles couldn't seem to spot the black haired male anywhere in the crowd at the moment. He looked around, trying his best to peer over the top of all the heads that surrounded him. Unfortunately, though, this required him not to pay attention to where he was walking and collide with a fellow person heading the opposite way.

    Gasping in surprise, he stumbled back, not quite falling, but coming close. "Shit, god dammit, sorry, sorry." He instantly said, feeling bad.

    He was taken back, though, when instead of hearing the person accept his apology or even say sorry themselves he heard a growl. Looking up at the person, he was greeted by a taller male who was looking at him.... well, not with a kind look. It was pretty much just a glare.

    "Maybe someone should stop looking everywhere but in front of them and shit like this wouldn't help." The male, Derek, snarled out. Stiles didn't really know Derek himself, but he had heard one too many stories about the guy. The guy was like the schools bully without necessarily bullying anyone. He never really talked to anyone unless someone bumped into him or talked to him first, then it was game over.

    Yet somehow he was still the coolest kid in the school. Everyone wanted to either be him or fuck him. Stiles didn't understand it, but it was what it was. And he knew that what it was was the guy was hot as hell. Guys and girls wanted that guy and normally even he would, however, at the moment that was quickly going out the window.

    "Hey, clearly you weren't doing any better or else you would have been able to avoid us bumping into each other as well, so I don't want to hear it, bucko." Stiles snapped back, not pleased with having the blame placed solely on him. That guy was just as responsible as he was. 

    Derek rolled his eyes. "Whatever you say, shrimpy. Just stay out of the way and keep your eyes up." He said, shoving past Stiles with a rough shoulder bump.

    Glancing back at the male, he sent him a dirty glare before turning and continuing on with his way. He made his way over to his locker where he ended up finding Scott leaning against it and looking the opposite way that he was coming from.

    "There you are." He said as he reached him, causing the male to look over to him. Scott laughed a little bit.

    "I've been here the whole time, I should be saying that to you I think." Scott said.

    Stiles rolled his eyes and started to open the locker. "That may be so, but you also didn't go through what I just did." He said, earning an eyebrow raise from his friend.

    "What do you mean by that?" Scott asked.

    "I made a grave mistake by running into Derek Hale." Stiles said, getting straight to the point as he grabbed things that he needed from his locker.