T h e C l a i m - S t e r e k

{ C h a p t e r O n e }

Coming home to find a 6'4" man in your room after a long hard day of school and lacrosse practice was definitely not what Stiles had expected. Nope, definitely never crossed his mind today as far as he could remember.

Stiles was sweaty and bruised, playing lacrosse was hard enough at least for Stiles, but playing lacrosse with a few werewolves? Not that fun in Stiles' opinion, in fact, it's just like playing a mini version of the Hunger Games.

Stiles was tired, sore and just really wanted to be alone and sleep. But nope! Derek Hale just had to come in like the Big Bad Wolf he kinda is and annoy Stiles for what ever god-almighty reason.

Derek was leaning against the window frame with the window opened a crack, obviously he came through the window, Stiles really needs to lock that window but knowing werewolves, that would only delay them, not stop them. 

Stiles just sighed staring at Derek who was looking out the window, he had his arms folded and the late afternoon sun kissing his face. Why didn't Derek just become a model? Instead of just being a weird creep hiding out in the woods for a few years. One of life's greatest mysteries to be honest, maybe he didn't have a mirror all that time? No, he'd been styling his hair and shaving. Unless he did it without looking? No that's a ridiculous thought.

Stiles never understood why werewolves are all good looking, even ones who were turned like Scott. After Scott turned he suddenly got hotter, or maybe that was just puberty being kind. Derek on the other hand, he was born hot at least Stiles thinks so. Derek has god-like features that should be illegal, Stiles had never told anyone but he is bisexual and thought Derek was so hot it hurt his soul.

After Stiles had a few moments of appreciating Derek's appearance he dropped his bag on the floor making his presence known, not that Derek didn't already know he was there. Stiles probably reeked after sweating like crazy. Derek slowly turned his head to look at Stiles with his usual "I hate everything and everyone" look, Stiles gulped nervously hoping Derek wasn't actually there because he had finally decided to kill Stiles because he never shut-up.

Stiles closed his door and waited for Derek to say something, but Derek stayed quiet which wasn't unusual because he really doesn't talk much at all. Stiles decided to break the awkward ice that was forming, "Derek, dude, buddy, whatever you prefer. The Stilinski office is currently out for lunch, so maybe we can make plans another day?" Derek rose an eyebrow putting his hands on his hips.

Stiles knew that macho man wasn't impressed, he never was when Stiles made sarcastic comments. Derek walked over and stood next to Stiles' bed and ran a hand through his hair, "Sorry, I'm afraid I can't change plans." Derek gave Stiles a shit-eating grin which ticked Stiles off a little.

Stiles kicked off his shoes sloppily while mumbling curses at Derek, he kicked off his last shoe which flew across the room and hit the wall, Stiles stormed up to Derek, his chest against Derek's and he had to tilt his head right up at Derek because Stiles was only 5'8". 

Stiles pulled probably the cutest, angriest face Derek had ever seen, Stiles took a large breath and poked Derek on the forehead, "Now listen here Mr Tall, Dark and Handsome-" Derek chuckled at that and bent his head down a little more closer to Stiles', "You think I'm handsome?" Derek asked with an underline of a flirtatious tone, Stiles felt his cheeks become hot, he felt shivers go up his spine and his not-so dominating stance wavered.

Stiles' eyes flicked between Derek's very kissable lips and his hypnotising hazel-green eyes and pouted, "Oh shut up, you know your hot shit. Everyone does-" Derek interrupted him with "So now I'm 'Hot Shit.' Is that an upgrade I hear?" Derek smirked, ok, Stiles definitely picked up on Derek's flirty tone. Was the Derek Hale actually flirting with him? Stiles, the dorkiest kid in Beacon Hills, well this is news and strange, very strange. Had Derek been put under a spell or something crazy like that? Quite possible since this is Beacon Hills, the land of teenage werewolves and other supernatural crap.