flirting with danger | sterek

one.

scott introduced stiles to a guy. for what reason? unknown. the guy was a lot older, and seemingly didn't possess a happy bone in his body. his name was derek, and he hadn't as much as looked at stiles the whole time.

he didn't blame him. he didn't really want to be friends with him. he didn't know him.

"so basically, we need to sort out all that shit with jackson before allison kicks my ass for wanting to start shit with him," scott explained to derek, who looked as if he couldn't care less.

"i kinda think allison should shove it up her ass for being so pissy about it-"

"what the fuck do you think you're saying?" derek interrupted stiles as soon as he processed what he was saying.

"i-im just saying, she's kinda pissy-" stiles put his hands up in defense. those were the first words derek said all night.

"watch what the fuck you say about her. if i hear that shit about lydia, too, i will beat the shit out of you," derek had gotten in his face at this point, his fist balled into stiles' shirt, pulling him up threateningly. they were mere inches apart.

stiles' voice cracked as he spoke. "y-yeah, my bad, i-"

derek returned him to the ground after he admitted to submission.

"i gotta go, scott. talk later," derek gave stiles an intense side eye as he spoke, which had stiles squirming under his glance due to fear. he felt his gaze was piercing straight through the deep depths of his soul he wasn't even aware of.

stiles instinctively scratched the back of his head as he watched derek leave the room, his shoulders broad and literally stating dominance.

"well, i'd uh.. say that went well.." stiles mumbled. he expected scott to side with him- that derek overreacted.

"i dunno, everyone kinda knows not to say shit about anyone derek fucks with.." scott shrugged. stiles raised an eyebrow. "i don't know who he fucks with, i don't know him, man," stiles sighed.

"lydia and allison and isaac all suggested you should meet him. he didn't want to though, he doesn't really care. he's kinda like, stand-offish. he never shows any emotions other than "i'm gonna fucking kill you if you breathe near me."

"yeah," stiles sighed again, "i kinda got that."

"hey man, don't hate on him cause the first thing you did was get on his bad side," scott shrugged. stiles raised his eyebrows and clenched his teeth. "i really didn't mean to. do you think he hates me? i think he hates me." he said hurriedly.

"he probably hates you," scott replies. he had lost in the conversation a while ago.

"i will just, uh, have to fix that then," stiles smiled at scott, who hadn't had the time to tell him that was a terrible idea because stiles had already left the room.

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