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When Derek introduced himself, Stiles whacked at Scott’s shoulder and started pointing and looking pointedly with his eyes.
“What?” Scott mouthed.
“He’s the hottie!” Stiles mouthed back.
“You have to go potty?” Scott whispered back. Allison cleared her throat. Stiles rolled his eyes.
“Dancing hottie,” Stiles mouthed, dancing a little.
“Freshmen!” A blonde guy chided. “Do you need something?”
“Uh, where is the bathroom?” Scott asked. Everyone giggled. After Scott left, Stiles pulled his phone and texted Scott, He’s the HOTTIE with the BODY that I DANCED with.
Scott came back in a minute later and sat next to Stiles. He checked out Derek, who seemed to either not know that they were talking about him, or pretended not to care. Stiles suspected it was the latter. Scott held up a thumb, nodding.
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Or, what would happen if Scott was bit by a real rogue werewolf his and Stiles's freshman year of college.
