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"Who is that hottie n. 31?" Stiles asked to Jackson right before a basketball collided with his thick rimmed glasses. Stiles blacked out right after he heard his friend Scott scream his name. When he woke up he was being held by someone that smelt faintly of the gym pavement and sweat with an undertone of pine, his hazed mind cleared little by little just enough to stop leaning on the other person, just when he started walking on his own the other person opened the door of the nurse office. Turns out he broke his glasses and his nose is now slightly upturned.
Yes his nose was a normal one before the hit.
Scott was always the first to go into the showers for whatever reasons while Derek was often the last one and while leaving he looked not-so-subtly at Stiles who -like an hopeless puddle of love- smiled a little at him.
Scott bolted into the infirmary with his still wet hair “hey you okay? I’m sorry I couldn’t come earlier” “Wait, who helped me get here then?”
“You were unconscious? Dude! Why didn’t you tell me??” Scott shook his head “I was unconscious!” “Right, anyway it was Derek Hale” Scott, the unhelpful prick didn’t explain further “the player number 31, remember?” Jackson Whittermore said while sitting near the white bland bed.
Scott was rambling about his teammates and how cute one of them was needless to say Stiles wasn't paying attention meanwhile Jackson left to go find his girlfriend.
As soon as Stiles felt better the two of them started walking towards the parking lot; he had been lucky he had been injured during the afternoon practices because he’d be in detention by now.
While heading to his car Stiles saw Isaac Lahey,one of Scott’s teammates, joking with Derek and he felt a little jealous when Derek laughed, shaking his head a little and then telling something back to his best friend.
Scott was climbing on his friend's jeep and STiles was already trying to start it but it didn't work "aw man, not now!" Stiles exclaimed "what happened, Stiles?" Scott asked, a bit worried "uhh I think the battery just died." Derek said from beside scaring the shit out of Stiles who yelled… (he didn’t expect it, okay?) "Heyyy Derek! I didn't see you there!" Stiles was now smiling nervously "but basically yeah, I think you're right… I was going to check on the battery just today but I think we'll be going home on foot" Stiles was now trying to calm his heartbeat since Derek looked like he could hear it.
"I could give you both a lift, if you want." Derek politely offers and before Stiles could process Scott was already out of the Jeep and dragging Stiles along; "Where's the car." Straight to the point.
And that's how Stiles ended up sitting beside Derek in the front seats because everyone knew that nobody but Derek could drive the Camaro. There were myths about the first person that tried to drive Derek's car without his consent, what happened to the poor soul? He got his neck tore off by Derek's teeth.
Nobody really tried to drive the car even if the myths were so bizarre, almost unbelievable. 'I mean HE HAS BUNNY TEETH.'
And Scott was in the backseats a little too close to Isaac to be comfortable but the other guy was completely ok with it. like chilling as if Scott wasn’t almost on his lap.
Stiles felt like Derek was going slow on purpose when he noticed that neither he nor Scott ever told Derek where they lived but he somehow already knew. When Stiles got out of the car Derek waved looking a little sad but Stiles tried to convince himself that it was all his imagination. As soon as his face hit the pillow he shot up ‘The smell was the same!’