Flirt Responsibly

Another option

Stiles' phone pinged, letting him know he had a text. He pulled it out to see Paige had text him.

"Went out with heather after practice, don't need a ride. See you at home."

Stiles smirked to himself. At least Paige was making progress in her love life.

"See you tomorrow?" Scott asked as they reached the parking lot.

"Yeah," Stiles smiled at his best friend.

"And hey, try not to dwell on it too much. You're day will come," Scott spoke as he walked backwards towards his motorcycle.

Stiles snorted but nodded. He appreciated the effort but pep talks were not Scott's thing.

Stiles climbed into the jeep and sent Paige a text telling her to have fun.

He put the key in the ignition and turned. The engine gave a soft grunt and did nothing else.

"No," Stiles pleaded with it as he tried again.

Another less soft grunt sounded.

"Shit," Stiles thunked his head on the steering wheel. Today was just not his day. He pulled himself out of the jeep, popping the hood as he went.

No smoke this time, so that was either a good thing or a bad thing.

"Car trouble?"

Stiles rolled his eyes at the sound of Derek's voice.

"No, I just like staring at the engine of my jeep at four thirty in the afternoon in the school parking lot," Stiles quipped.

Derek held back a smirk. He deserved that one.

"Want me to take a look?" he offered dropping his bookbag by the front tire.

"Honestly, not even a little bit," Stiles sighed. He was tired and he just wanted to go home and eat unbaked cookie dough.

Derek dropped his head. Stiles was a sneeze away from hating him and yet he didn't know when to quit.

"Do you really have another option?"

"Hitchhike and hope I get picked up by a cute guy in a nice car?"

"I have a nice car," Derek gestured to the Camaro that sat a few spaces away.

"I said a cute guy and I'm pretty sure that car's Laura's," Stiles teased.

"Ouch," Derek laughed lightly. "Look, I know a thing or two about cars. Let me take a look," he took the duct tape from Stiles' hand.

Stiles wanted to object but Derek was right, he really didn't have another option.

"Fine," He huffed out, taking a step back.

He watched silently as Derek poked around the engine. He attempted to start it a few times to no avail.

"I believe you need new spark plugs," Derek said finally turning to face Stiles who tried to make it look like he hadn't just been starting at Derek's ass.

"Great, what are those?" Stiles nodded earning a laugh from Derek.

"They're exactly what they sound like. Little plugs that spark, causing the combustion that starts the engine. It's what gets the piston into motion to make the car run."

"I'm pretend I understood that so we can move on to the part where you tell me how to fix it."

Derek chuckled again. "Well you can take to a shop or... I can do it for you."

"Let me guess, not for free," Stiles huffed, crossing his arms.

"All I ask is that you give me a chance," Derek held his hands out as if that was a simple request.