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“I’m telling you Scott, those cheerios are planning something!” Stiles exclaimed, closing his locker after switching his books. “I mean, why would they even want to join glee club? They’re constantly saying how pathetic it is. They’re up to something”
“You know one of them is my girlfriend?”
“Yes I know, and she’s very nice. That doesn’t mean she’s not up to something!” Stiles spoke loudly, flailing his arms like he so often did. It had been a week since the cheerleaders had come waltzing through the doors in the middle of a glee meeting. Stiles expected them to start slating him and his fellow glee members but no. No, instead they explode into a series of extremely exotic dance moves whilst attempting to sing some song - which didn’t actually involve much singing - about taking selfies. Despite Stiles’s protests, Mr Deaton thought it would be fantastic idea to let the cheerios join glee club. “Allison is bestfriends with Lydia Martin, right? You know, the head cheerio who once said ‘anyone who thinks synchronized nerd singing is fun should take a pen and stab it straight through their eye’. Why would Lydia let her bestfriend join glee?”
Scott laughed, taking his friend by the shoulders. “Dude, you’re looking into this too much. Maybe the cheerios were told they’d get extra credit for being part of glee. I don’t know.”
“No. No it’s something else. I can smell it… It smells fishy”
“Right.” The bell sounded for their next class. “See you at glee, okay?”
“Yeah. See you later” Stiles waved at Scott as he turned and headed in the opposite direction.
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“Mr Hale, care to answer my question?” The teacher asked, standing in front of Derek’s desk. Derek sat behind it, his feet placed carelessly on top. He was wearing a ball cap which was pulled down over his eyes. “Mr Hale?” the teacher repeated. Derek groaned, squirming slightly before lifting his cap to reveal his eyes.
“What can I do for you, daring?”
“If it’s not too much effort, you can try not to fall asleep in my class. Now, answer my question”
Derek looked as if he was thinking for a few seconds before he smiled sweetly at the teacher, “I don’t know”
“You don’t know what? You don’t know the answer or you don’t know the question?”
“I don’t know if I can concentrate with your beautiful face around.” A groan could be heard from the back of the room, followed by a quiet ‘grow up’. Derek turned his head - not fully but enough to know who had made the sounds. “Problem Stilinski?”
Stiles’s eyebrows rose at the mention of his name. “Problem? Me? No of course not. Apart from the fact you’re a complete sleazeball” he replied, adding the last part in a whisper.
“Sleazeball, huh? Well if you don’t like it why don’t you and your special friends go and sing about it?”
“Th- that’s not. We don’t sing about stuff like that. You know what, it doesn’t matter. I don’t have to explain myself to a jerk like you”
“You’re not very good at the name calling” Derek had turned his head back now, ball cap over his eyes once more. Stiles didn’t back down though.
“Assface”
“Oh that hurts”
“Meathead”
“Keep them coming”
“Stilinski, Hale. That’s enough!” The teacher interrupt before Stiles could think of another insult so he stuck with ‘jerk’ muttered under his breath but from the huff that came from Derek, Stiles assumed he had heard it.
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The rest of the lesson went by in a blur. Stiles hadn’t been able to concentrate much, the other students had been glaring between him and Derek, whispering things Stiles couldn’t hear. Knowing this place like Stiles did, it was probably horrible rumours. High school is great.
“Dude!” Scott yelled as Stiles strolled into the choir room. “I heard you had a fight with Derek Hale?”
“Wow, news really does travel fast in this place.” Stiles muttered, taking a seat at the back of the room.
“So it’s true? Did you punch him? I don’t see any bruises on you, did he punch you? Oh man, you totally beat him up didn’t you?”
Stiles narrowed his eyes at, “why would I do that?”
“Because he’s the biggest jerk in the school?”
“You’re an idiot. Beating him up wouldn’t help with the whole…” Stiles paused, looking around him before continuing, his voice quieter than before. “The whole ‘massive crush’ thing.”
“Oh yeah… Well, it’s not like you have any chance with him any way”
“Thank you Scott, you’re such a good friend.”
“That’s sweet.” Scott and Stiles snapped their heads around to where the interrupting voice had come from. Erica Reyes, one of the cheerleaders that had disrupted a glee session last week, was sitting in the chair in front of the two boys.
“What is?” Scott asked
“It’s sweet that you actually think you’d have a shot with Derek” Erica said, eyeing up Stiles. Her voice had an implied sweetness to it but Stiles could sense the bitterness behind it.
“I have just as much of a shot as anyone else” Stiles replied, defending himself.
“Ha!” She tilted her back as she laughed, causing Stiles’s to become extremely agitated and embarrassed, his cheeks turning a pale shade of pink. “You’re so cute. Sweetie, you wouldn’t be able to get with Derek if you were the last person on Earth.”
“Why not?” Because you’re a nerdy, pale little thing that Derek could crush between his thumb and finger, Stiles thought but kept a straight face.
“Because you’re not his type”
“You mean because I’m a guy?” Stiles raised his eyebrows questioningly. Scott stayed silent, moving his eyes between his friend and the pretty blonde-haired girl. Others had entered the choir room now, sitting down in the empty chairs. They all acted as though they weren’t listening in to the conversation but Stiles wasn’t an idiot; any chance these people had to gain gossip was a chance they were not going to miss.
“Yes Stilinski. You’re a guy. Besides, Derek’s unavailable anyway.”
“Unavailable? Since when?”
“Have you been living under rock? He’s dating the new girl, Jennifer.” Stiles had heard about the new girl; apparently she had transferred from some fancy school for reasons unknown. He hadn’t, however, heard about the new couple, although he doesn’t understand how. Whenever Derek Hale got a new girl under his arm it was at the top of everyone’s gossip list. “Sorry to burst your bubble but you’re just not good enough for Derek… Or anyone really”
Stiles went to retort but Erica had already turned to giggle with her other bimbo friends.
“Don’t let her get to you, man” Scott leant back in his chair as Mr Deaton walked into the room to introduce their assignment for this week. “You’ve got a shot, even if it’s the tiniest shot ever.”
Stiles rolled his eyes “Thank you Scott, you always know what to say”