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Stiles carried his tray of food over to his and Scott’s regular cafeteria table and set it down. Scott merely grunted in acknowledgement of his best friend’s arrival and continued staring at something. Stiles followed Scott’s gaze to a nearby table where his crush Allison was sitting. “Careful, Scotty,” Stiles admonished. “She’ll see you staring at her. Lydia will definitely notice you staring.”
“Who cares?” Scott said dreamily. “She’ll notice me. And,” he added, losing the dreamy tone, “I seem to remember you staring at a certain basketball player.”
Stiles blushed. “How I feel about Derek is not the point!”
