Summary: “Who’s that?” Stiles asks, eyes not leaving the table.
“Who?” Scott asks, following Stiles’s line of sight. “Him? That’s Derek Hale. And you better forget about him. He doesn’t date."
Info: 15k | Mature | High School AU
Notes: God, did I miss high school AUs! I haven’t read one in a long time now and this one was the perfect comeback. It’s your typical high school story, with new kid Stiles and jock Derek falling in love, miscommunication and great make-out sessions in locker rooms. This fic was recommended to us by emma, so thank you! <3 -C
Well, Merry early Christmas to me, he thinks, cheeks flushed as a slow smile curls on Fantasy Specimen’s beautiful face, making it even more beautiful and yeah, Stiles can feel his heart already melting into a puddle of disgusting love goop.
He’s so deep into thinking of the names of their future children that he nearly misses whatever it is that’s coming out of Fantasy Specimen’s mouth.
Stiles blinks. “What?” There’s an outstretched hand in front of him so he latches on and is awed when the guy pulls him up in one fluid motion, without any real effort. The guy smiles again and it's like clouds of rain and despair have parted to let the sun shine through.
“I asked, do you need any help?” God, his voice is like honey. How is this even possible? Why is this even possible?
“Um – yeah, sorry, I’m new and I got lost and wasn’t watching where I was going, obviously, since I bumped into you and everything – really sorry about that – can’t imagine this is how I wanted my first day going but what can you do right?” Stiles fumbles, wishing the floor would just open up and swallow him whole any time now.
“Clearly,” the guy smirks.
