"STILES!" Scott screamed through the halls of Beacon Hills High School. Stiles turned around and saw Scott feet away, bumping into people and getting disgusted looks in return. "Hey Scott! What happened?" he asked. Scott just handed him the flier and put his hands on his knees gasping for air. Stiles looked at the flier and at the top it said "LACROSSE TRY-OUTS". Once he saw that he knew why Scott was freaking out. Once Scott got air into his lungs he said, "The tryouts are today... We should try to make the team!". "Ehh. Sports aren't really my th-" he stopped talking when he saw him.
He was putting up the same fliers as the one Scott got. "On second thought, maybe I might try out. Nah, I will." Derek noticed him as well and gave a smile and a wave. Stiles couldve sworn that his legs were turning into liquid. He waved back ferociously with a huge smile on his face. Scott turned to see who he was waving at and then turned back. The bell rang. Scott grabbed Stiles's hand and dragged him to Math. "You like him dont you?" he asked Stiles with a massive grin on his face. "No" he replied with a serious face. Scott has had a history of interfering with the people that Stiles likes so thats why he pulled off that face. "Stiles I know when you like someone. You reacted almost the same way with Derek as you did with Cla-". Stiles shot him one of the meanest death glares which made all the blood drain out of Scotts head. He immediately dropped the subject and the class started
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The last 3 periods had been a bore as usual.
Lunch came along and he saw him again. Lydia and Allison were trying to take a peek a who Stiles kept eyeing here and there. Lydia looked at Allison and frowned. He had no idea why. Stiles barely ate lunch. But one good thing for him is that Stiles and Scott could now have a conversation without Stiles wanting to rip Scott's throat out. The bell rang, once again, and Stiles quickly made his way out of the cafeteria.
But when he was heading to his 4th period class he heard two people behind him. The sound of high heels and then the sound of sneakers. A few more footsteps and the two people were right behind him. "Stiles" they said at the same time. Stiles turned around to see Derek and Lydia look at each other, both confused. "Uh. Never mind ill ask you later" Derek said and walked off.
The halls were now empty and Lydia and Stiles were the only ones there.
"Why am I here you may ask? Oh, yeah. Stay away from Derek." Lydia said to him. Stiles's heart dropped. Why would Lydia even say that to him. He couldnt respond right away. His throat has dry. "You cant tell me what to do" he retorted like a little kid. "Okay. Im just trying to help you from getting hurt. But okay, do as you please." Lydia said with a cruel smile and started walking to her class. "Wait. You really think Ima just do what you say. Especially the way you said it. Please more details." he crossed his arms. "Ugh. Look Stiles. Im trying to look after you. Derek looks like the kind of person to hook up with every person in this school". "Thats not true" he snapped at her. "Stiles I wouldnt tell you this if I didnt get a bad feeling." she has a cold look on her face but her eyes show sympathy.
But Stiles just walked off on her. One thing he'd thought he'd never do.
All he had to do was wait till the day went by to try out for the Lacrosse team and to hear what Derek wanted to ask him.
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Stiles had gym today which he sort of didnt like because he always got distracted by Derek. Once in while he look over to him and he'd be completely mesmerized. He noticed the way Derek muscles flexed when he did push up.
Because of that he always got screamed at by the coach. "STILES! PICK UP THE PACE! THIS IS UNBELIEVABLY PATHETIC!". They were running laps and Stiles was the one all the way in the back. Scott was at the front. He really wants to get on the team so he's trying his hardest.
Basically all they did was run. If I can barely keep up how am I gonna make the team?
Finally, school was over and the tryouts started. Everyone took turns shooting the ball into the net. Everyone made it, except Greenburg and Stiles. On the second try, Derek took the job as goalie. Stiles didnt feel anxious, scared, or happy. He felt determined.
He wanted to show Derek that he can do anything if he put his mind to it. When it was his turn he picked up the ball with his lacrosse stick and was about to shoot until he saw Derek smirk under his helmet. He screamed in a sing song voice, "COME ON STILES !HIT ME WITH YOUR BEST SHOT!".
He felt all the determination run out of him. Just hearing him talk made his stomach get butterflies. He lost his concentration and then just shot it with all the strength he had.
It hit Derek right on his wrist making him drop his stick. Derek grunted in pain and kneeled on one knee but no one moved. Derek got up and headed inside. Stiles also went to go help him if he can. "Stiles you move any further youll be benched and youll only back up!" the coach yelled back. Stiles really didnt care he just tried out for Scott and Derek and also for the hell of it.
When he got inside he went to go look for Derek. When he got to the locker room he didnt find him so he went further in. He heard water running so he decided to check it out.
No one was there when he looked inside the shower room. Only one of the showers was turned on. He went to go turn it off and when he turned to go back Derek was standing right infront of him. Luckily to Stiles he had a towel on.
Stiles couldnt speak so he only looked. He actually thought about turning the water back on and drink some so his throat didnt feel so dry.
"Are y-you okay?" he asked. Derek looked at him. Like if they've been disconnected for years and they only get five minutes together before they get separated again. The look of want.
Derek didnt hold back. He pressed his lips against Stiles's. Stiles didnt freeze like last time. He kissed back immediately. Derek pinned him against the wall with his hand that didnt hurt. Stiles wrapped his legs around Derek making the towel slip bit by bit. He kept Stiles up with only one hand which certainly impressed Stiles.
Soon, the towel was off Derek. They parted their lips for a bit to catch their breath and then began to make out again.
Stiles could feel Derek's hard on under him. He couldnt tell how big it was at first but then decided that he'd find out soon enough. Derek left Stiles lips and left hot-wet kisses on his neck. Leaving him a hickey. Stiles moaned in pleasure.
And then Stiles opened his eyes.
Scott saw the whole thing...
Hey my little chicken mcnigglets (shanna malcolm) . I seriously dont know what to say. 200 reads! Thank you guys for reading! I seriously thought this fanfic would go unnoticed but i thought wrong i guess i dunno anyways. Ill try to update in around 2 days i think. Hopefully i will.
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