May I Take Your Order, Please? Pt.1
~Stiles~
“Come on,” Scott whisper-yelled, “just get up there and say ‘Hi! I’m Stiles’, throw your most cheesy pick-up line, then do your thing. You can do it!”
I groaned and slammed my head on the library table.
I can’t. I just can’t. No matter how much Scott encourages me, I really can’t. Well, this is Derek Hale that we’re talking about.
The Derek Hale.
I just can’t go up there and casually strike a conversation to the sexiest, hottest, most gorgeous guy in the whole Beacon Hills! People consider him as a god already (yep, that includes me). I mean, why wouldn’t they? Or rather, we… or just… whatever! He’s just so beautiful, you know? He’s so fuckin’ gorgeous with those sexy pair of lips, hot tanned skin, sharp green eyes, and that sexy ass.
Oh, especially the ass.
He’s the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome.
And then there’s me; a skinny defenseless, pale and sickly looking teenager, with a weird nickname, unique last name, a tongue-tying first name, and a serious case of ADHD. I'm technically a nobody! And yep, you got it right. Yours truly have an undying crush on the ever so unattainable Derek fucking Hale.
Scott McCall’s been my best friend ever since we were four. We’re practically joined by the hip and, like any other usual cliché friendships, have no secrets hidden from each other. He knows about my crush on Derek, obviously, and that’s what brings us here in this situation. I'm stuck with the everyday cycle of him trying to get me to make a move, and then me stubbornly saying no.
Actually, there’s really no problem for me to befriend and talk to anyone. Most of the students here know about me because my dad’s the town sheriff, so if one would think, it’ll be pretty easy.
But DANG! This is Derek Hale that we’re talking about. He’s the person I've liked ever since forever, and not to mention that I usually get tongue-tied in front of gorgeous people. I don’t really want to make a fool of myself in front of him.
“Lookie here, Scottie boy,” I said as I grabbed his shoulders and started flailing my arms at random direction. “Just drop this topic, okay? I'm not going there and talk to him. I'm perfectly fine in admiring his fuckin’ hot damn ass from afar, which is, by the way, totally not the reason why we’re here. So, why don’t we just stop talking about this and focus on the reason why we came here in the first place. Seriously, dude, the test is getting near. We really have to study, and by we, I meant you, because let’s be honest, you’re failing. And it’s not even helping that you don’t pay attention to Mr. Fuckin’ Harris and is just sitting there, daydreaming about this new girl, Allison. I know that Harris can sometimes – no, scratch that- is always a piece of shit, but you really need this. You need this more than I do, bud.” I waved the Chemistry book in front of his face while stealing a few glances towards Derek’s table.
Scott just huffed and grabbed the book from my hand. Thankfully, he started to read the book and took notes from time to time.
Not that I'm thankful for him focusing on his grades, I'm just thankful that he shut his mouth up.
I mean, let’s be real, this is Scott that we’re talking about. I'm pretty sure that he doesn’t even know half of the words found on the book, much less of what it’s talking about. He doesn’t even pay attention in class, much more focused on thinking about how perfect Allison Argent is. Hell! He doesn’t even talk to that girl!
And he’s forcing me to talk to Derek? That’s a little bit of hypocrisy I sense there, Scottie.
I chuckled at my own thoughts and started reading. From time to time, I would send a short glanced towards Derek’s table which is being filled little by little with his own group of friends, namely Vernon Boyd IV (call him Boyd), Erica Reyes (who went from cute-geeky to hot damn! In just a short amount of time), and Isaac Lahey (he’s the baby of the group).
I sighed. Of course, popular kids would flock together with other popular kids.
I would never have a chance on being friends with Derek, much less on being WITH Derek.
I just ignored my own train of thoughts and focused more on studying and teaching Scott, silently cursing everytime I find myself staring at the Greek God look-a-like teenage boy.
