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“Derek Hale?”
“Yes!”
“The Derek hale?”
“Yeah Scotty. The Derek Hale.”
“You’re positive he’s your Soulmate? I mean, you did say he hit you in the face with a basketball and it’s not like it’s hard for you to get nose bleeds. Now that I think about it, you’re kind of prone to getting them.” Scotts’ forehead creased in concern as he bit into his apple. It was their lunch hour and Stiles had just finished explaining to Scott his tardiness that morning.
“Trust me man, it wasn’t the basketball. This nose bleed was different! I felt it Scott. This wasn’t like in eighth grade when Jackson nailed me in the face with the kickball. This is my Soulmate. He is my Soulmate. I just know it Scotty.” Stiles insisted, trying to find the words to explain what he had felt.
Though it was true that Stiles had a lot of nosebleeds, which were mostly caused by his ADHD and lack of coordination on even the most lazy of weekends, he knew for a fact that the last one was definitely a Soul-Bleeding. What with the way he hadn’t started to bleed until the moment Derek had touched him for the first time or the fact that it hadn’t even hurt had to mean something right? Over the years no matter how he’d gotten them, whether by the air being too dry or getting a kickball to the face, they have always hurt and none of them had started as soon as someone had made physical contact with him. Even now almost three hours later Stiles could feel Derek’s hand on his wrist, a comforting touch in the sudden chaos that was him figuring out who his Soulmate was.
“If you’re sure,” Scott replied, “but if he breaks your heart I want to be the first one you tell so I can get first dibs on kicking his ass.”
It was times like this that reminded Stiles why Scott was his bestest-best-bro-to-ever-bro. Scott, loyal, kind, altogether great guy Scott was willing to get his scrawny, severely asthmatic ass beaten for the sake of Stiles’ heart and Stiles couldn’t ask for a better person to be his brother-from-another-mother. Though thought of Scott going against Derek was a pretty amusing image.
“Whatever you say Rocky, just remember that I’m not your Adrian. That’s Isaac.” Stiles cackled as he dodged the fry that came flying at his face.
Life was good.
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Derek wanted to die.
Ever since he had been caught by Lydia Martin that morning racing to the restroom after he’d ditched the guy-his Soulmate- in the nurse’s office and found that his nose was bleeding too. It wasn’t until after he’d gotten out of the restroom that things had really gotten bad. Lydia had apparently followed him to the restroom only to wait outside of it until he was to corner him about it.
“You’ve found you’re Soulmate haven’t you?” She had demanded, not even bothering to greet him.
“Hello to you too Lydia.” Derek deadpanned. “I’ve been having a great day thanks for asking.”
She gave him an unimpressed look, “Adorable. Now answer the question.” The look she was giving him was kind of frightening.
So he caved, and told her about what had happened. When he got to the part about the guys nose becoming the Niagara Falls of blood when Lydia cut in.
“Wait, did he have short brown hair, and light brown eyes with moles all over? Was he wearing plaid and some nerdy graphic tee that looked like he hadn’t actually washed in weeks?” She asked.
Derek was surprised, she had just described the guy to a T. How had she known that? She wouldn’t happen to know if he was into dudes would she? “Yeah, actually that’s him exactly. Do you know him or something?”
“Or something. He used to have the most adorable puppy crush on me in the third grade,” Lydia informed him, “Of course that was before Danny had moved here in the sixth grade and his crush transferred to poor Mahealani. Although, lately he hasn’t really been bugging Danny too much so his attentions have been changed to someone new.”
So this guy was an equal opportunity player.
He could work with that.
“I see. You wouldn’t happen to know who he’s interested in would you? Or maybe his name?” Derek pressed, doing his best to act nonchalant.
Lydia snorted seeing right through Derek’s attempt at disinterest. “You’re interested in him aren’t you?” She asked, raising an eyebrow.
She was met with silence, which was enough of an answer on its own. It was only when she was suddenly remembered that the conversation had started with her demanding who his Soulmate was that she put two and two together.
“Stiles is your Soulmate!” She cried suddenly, startling Derek by the randomness of it.
“What the hell is a Stiles?” Came Derek’s ever intelligent response.
“The guy we’ve been talking about for the last ten minutes, his name is Stiles Stilinski. The one who you bashed in the face with a basketball and the one who apparently made your nose bleed, that’s his name.”
“Who names their kid Stiles Stilinski?” Derek asked incredulously. What the hell kind of name was that?
“Stiles is actually his nickname. Apparently his name is so old school Polish he has everyone call him Stiles because his real name is unpronounceable.” Lydia went on,” I’m actually surprised you haven’t heard his name before. He’s the Sheriffs’ son after all.”
Oh, now he remembered the name.
The Stilinski family had been in Beacon Hills about as long as the Hale family had, which made the name a little hard to forget. It wasn’t even eight years ago that the Stilinski matriarch Claudia Stilinski had died, leaving the Sheriff to raise his ADHD son on his own while working full time at the police station. It was town wide news and had left the newly widowed Sheriff to deal with a number of apologies from members of the community and casseroles made by local women. Derek’s’ own mother had made one and had hand delivered it to the Stilinski herself making sure to remind them that the hale family was there if they were ever in need of anything. Which apparently they hadn’t because that was the first and only contact that Derek knew of between the Hales and the Stilinski men.
“Wait so are you telling me that my Soulmate is the Sheriffs son?” Derek cried.
“Appears so.” Lydia calmly, replied.
“Aw, shit.”