𝐁𝐞𝐭

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞

𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑖𝑡, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑖𝑡, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑡. 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑣𝑒 𝑤𝘩𝑒𝑛 𝑖 𝑠𝑎𝑦 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑙𝑙 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒 𝑖𝑡.

He was cocky and an asshole. Stiles quite frankly despised him. He was covered in tattoo's and wore a lip ring.

Derek Hale.

Stiles wouldn't describe Derek as a fuck boy, but he was most definitely a flirt. Stiles found no problem with it, didn't even think it was a problem. Until, he had become a victim of it.

It started out small, Derek making remarks here and there, and Stiles really paid no mind to it. One or two of them had managed to make him crack a smile if he had to be honest. None he would admit to Derek. But then, Derek would make inappropriate marks or gestures that seemed to cross the line a little bit. And then, finally, came the rude remarks. It wasn't flirting at this point it was just pure rudeness.

"Hey," Derek said, trapping his bottom lip between his teeth. "Stilinski."

Stiles rolled his eyes, already annoyed in Derek's presence. "Hey, Derek," he said, forcing the fakest smile in the world. Derek knew he didn't want to talk to him, which is exactly why he did it. He was just simply antagonizing him at this point.

Stiles rolled his eyes. "Derek, come on. We both know you just simply to this to get a reaction out of me. And now, it's just not working. I'm done playing games with you," Stiles finally snapped, annoyed with the way Derek looked at him so smugly. He really couldn't stand him.

"Stilinski," Derek scoffed. "You think it's a game? I do this out of my pure feelings for you." He chuckled and Stiles rolled his eyes.

"Derek, stop," Stiles said.

"You really want me to stop?" Derek asked in surprise. "I thought you enjoyed my rude and cocky manner."

Stiles rolled his eyes and scoffed. "Newsflash," he said. "I really don't."

"You want me to make it up to you?" he asked, moving close to Stiles' ear, making Stiles' breath hitch. He gripped the book in his hand, his knuckles turning white from squeezing so hard.

He wasn't gonna be fooled by Derek's games. He refused to play them. Derek bit his bottom lip and smirked. "I'll see you later, Stiles."

Stiles whipped his head to the side. "Asshole," he hissed. Derek smiled smugly and walked in the other direction, going over to the lockers to Jackson.

"God he must hate you," Jackson laughed. Derek shrugged.

"I'll do something," he said. "Somethings gonna push his buttons. I just gotta find out what."

"God, you're going at this all wrong," Cora said. She crossed her arms over her chest.

"Stiles doesn't like being wooed, " she said. Haven't you noticed that? He doesn't like flirts. If you wanna get into his pants, you gotta do something else."

"Come on, Der. Does it really matter?" Jackson said. "Just move on at this point." Derek frowned. He didn't have feelings for Stiles, he didn't want to have feelings for Stiles. It would feel like such a waste to just give up and give Stiles the satisfaction. Derek Hale didn't like being told "no."

He attempted to talk to Stiles in history, but his only response was a few glares with narrowed eyes. He finally gave up with a huff, tapping his fingers on his desk. He didn't fail to notice Jackson's eye roll, but failed to mention it.

"Give it up," Isaac said once they exited the classroom. "He's not interested." Not many people deceived Derek, but Stiles did. Maybe that's why he liked it so much. It was actually a challenge, not just someone desperate enough to pull down their pants the first time Derek hints about going home with him.

"Is Derek still going after Stiles?" Lydia asked, joining the two. "Because if so, this is the longest I've seen him chase." Derek glared at his best friend. What was it with everyone today?

"It's not my fault," Derek argued. "He's hard." Lydia just chuckled watching Derek.

"I mean, it's no surprise. He's a virgin. You think he's actually going to give it up for you, cmon Derek. He's never even looked at you twice," Lydia said. Derek leaned against the locker.

"He's never looked once," Derek mumbled.

"Exactly my point," Lydia said almost sympathetically.

"You going to Jackson's?" Derek asked, changing the subject.

"When am I not?" Lydia chuckled. Derek had to give her that one. There was never a time she wasn't at Jackson's house for a party.

"I'll see you there," Derek said, shoving his hands in his jeans before walking away. He noticed Stiles talking with Scott McCall. He noticed Derek, but once the two's gazes met, he turned his eyes away and seemed to give Scott his full attention.

Derek scoffed, but felt himself smirk. "He's looked once," he said to no one.

"You should come to Jackson's party," Scott said, opening his locker and slinging his backpack over his shoulder. He shut the door and looked at Stiles with pleading eyes.

"I don't do shit like that and you know it," Stiles said with a chuckle.

"I swear to god, Stiles. Live a little," Scott said with a pleading look. "You don't have to drink just... hang out with me and Isaac."

"I forgot you're friends with him," Stiles said with an eye roll.

"You want me to hanging out with Cora? Maybe Derek," Scott suggested.

Stiles chuckled with a shake of his head. "Please don't," he said with a laugh.

"You really should take me up on that offer," Scott said. "It'll be fun I promise."

Stiles really didn't want to go, but he also didn't want to be stuck doing nothing on a Friday night. He caved in with a sigh. "Fine," he said. Scott smiled.

"You'll enjoy it, I promise!" Scott said, clapping Stiles' back. Stiles smiled, happy Scott was excited. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.

Wrong.