Spn And TW One Shots Book 1 (CLOSED)

A real ass part 1(Sterek)

Stiles opened the door to the large room of his new dorm. He wasn't sure how but he ended up being assigned to the largest room at the end of the hall. The room even had it's own bathroom. How did he get this lucky?

"You must be Stiles," A voice said behind him, causing Stiles to turn.

"Uh, yeah," Stiles frowned at the tall, honey blonde.

"I'm Isaac, I see you're stuck with Derek Hale," The guy smiled sympathetically gesturing to the open door behind him.

"Uh, who?" Stiles frowned.

"Anyone who gets stuck with Derek Hale gets the nicest room in the building, the Dean's orders. My friend Scott had him last year, he's a real ass," Isaac explained.

Stiles let out a huff, of course he'd get a shitty roommate, "Great, thanks," Stiles huffed.

"But hey, the Dean is really cool, if you have any real issues, his office is on the first floor. Chris Argent is his name. Good luck," Isaac gave an encouraging smile.

"Thanks," Stiles smiled back before closing himself in the empty room.

Well he hoped this guy didn't have a preference on sides, cause he was getting the right.

Stiles managed to get his side of the room set up before this Derek Hale showed up.

Stiles had planned to meet up with Lydia for late lunch, but he wanted to meet this guy, get a feel for him. He glanced at the clock. It was already two-thirty. He wasn't going to wait around so he grabbed his jacket and made sure to lock the door on his way out.

"So you got the best room in the building, but you're roommate is an ass?" Lydia asked around a bite of salad. Lydia was Stiles' best friend and the two had been fortunate enough to both get into Berkeley.

"Well I haven't actually met him yet, but a guy across the hall knows him. Isaac. His friend had Derek as a roommate last year and it didn't go well," Stiles explained.

Lydia shrugged, "Maybe his friend was the problem."

"Apparently the Dean has it arranging so whoever is roommates with Derek gets the best room. That doesn't exactly comfort me," Stiles huffed leaning back. He'd barely touched his burger and fries. He was too anxious about his roommate.

"Hmmm, that is suspect," Lydia hummed thoughtfully.

"You're a likeable guy Stiles, you'll win him over, I have faith in you," Lydia grinned, standing.

"Where are you going?" Stiles frowned at the redhead.

"Malia wants me to stop by and help her decorate her room. You see how she dresses," Lydia tossed two twenties at Stiles, "Lunch is on me," She blew a kiss before walking away.

Stiles groaned, this was going to be a long year.

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Stiles anxiously unlocked the door to his room. The left side was no longer bare but neatly decorated and organized. Stiles felt his nerves heighten as he stepped inside. Nobody was in the room. Stiles let out a simple sigh as he took in the details of Derek's side of the room. Blue bedspread, not unlike his own, a framed picture of him and who was probably his girlfriend, though upon further inspection, could be his sister. They looked similar. No other pictures. His bookshelf was filled with architectural books mostly, but also had few others. The Giver, The Davinci Code, and two books Stiles had never heard of, The Dread Doctors, and The Maze Runner.

Stiles took a seat at his desk curiously. He had expected this guy to be a jock and have sports posters or half naked woman pinned to his wall. Stiles was thankful for being wrong. But now he was curious about this guy.