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Derek stopped to stare at the boy that was walking down the hall, as did several others. The teen’s focus was entirely on the piece of paper in his hand and he was biting his lip in concentration, it made him look down right sinful. Derek could only assume the boy was new, he would have noticed him before if he wasn’t, so the thing in his hand was probably his schedule.
The new kid was absolutely gorgeous and if it wasn’t for the fact that his beauty had made Derek freeze and just stare he’s sure he would have attempted to talk to him by now. The teens skin was pale like the moon and speckled with constellations of freckles and moles. It made Derek wonder how pretty the boy would look all marked up. His hair was a deep and rich brown and made it seem as if he had just rolled out of bed. Somehow the messy hair complimented him, made him seem cute rather than lazy or tired. Then there was the kid’s eyes, a shimmering and golden whiskey brow that reminded Derek of honey. When you ventured further down he had a cute button nose that seemed both too small and too big, but just like the hair it only added to his attractiveness. Last was his lips, bitten a delicious red, that looked soft and plush and so kissable. All of this wasn’t even to mention his clothes.
The new kid had on a pair of black jeans, the legs ripped tastefully and purposefully up and down, that were all but painted on. The jeans helped accentuate the boy's hips and make his ass look downright edible. His t-shirt was a dark gray with a yellow bat logo on it accompanied by an oversized white, brown, and gray plaid button up that was being used as a sweater. All this showed off the teen’s slim but toned body and it made Derek drool a little.
“Who’s the new kid?” Erica’s voice, along with her slamming her locker door closed, broke Derek out of his trance.
“No clue.” He hoped his voice didn’t betray how much the boy had affected him.
“Well he looks good enough to eat.” Derek found himself nodding along without meaning to. It didn’t matter anyway, Erica had a boyfriend and she would never go after someone else no matter how much she liked to joke and flirt. And Derek highly doubted someone that beautiful would bother with him.
“Maybe he’ll be in some of our classes,” Erica mused with a hum.
God he hoped so.
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Derek sat and tapped his pencil lightly against his desk. He was trying to do his best to concentrate on his work but for some reason he just found it all so incredibly boring. And usually liked his AP Lit class too.
His saving grace was someone basically slamming the door to the classroom open. Derek’s breath stopped at the sight of the new kid.
The teen, who had winced at the sound of the door hitting the wall, walked over to the teacher’s desk with a muttered apology and his face bright red. No one really cared though as most of the students were ethier to focused on how beautiful he was or the fact that he was new.
“Right,” the teacher, Mrs. Dexter, said to get everyone's attention. “Class this is mister, um… Me-Mich-Mik-”
“Stiles is fine,” the new kid -Stiles- told her with a somewhat meek voice. The teacher looked relieved though.
“Stiles it is then,” the teacher told him with a smile. “This is Stiles Stilinski. He’s new here and I hope you all will be kind to him and help him settle in. Mr. Mahealani, could you please raise your hand.” A hand a few seats behind him went up immediately. “Would you please catch up Mr. Stilinski on what we’re reviewing?”
“Absolutely,” was the reply.
Danny was a good guy, everyone in school liked him. But when he gave Stiles a goofy but flirtatious smile Derek wanted to punch him in his pretty boy face. The feeling turned visceral when Danny winked at the teen, making him flush once more.
Derek couldn’t stop himself from wondering just how far down the red traveled.
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“Damn, new kid’s already been poached by the rich kids,” Erica said as she slammed her tray down on the table, breaking Derek out of his trance.
Derek had been too busy staring to notice, but yes, Stiles was in fact sitting with the rich kids. Lydia Martin and Jackson Whittemore, king and queen of Beacon Hills High School, were sitting in front of him while Danny sat on Stiles’ right. There were other jocks and a few rich girls there too but what really bothered Derek was Theo Raeken and how close he seemed to be to Stiles, a predatory look on his douchebag face.
“And Raeken’s taken an interest in him,” Boyd, who was usually silent during lunch, commented.
“Let’s hope Stiles doesn’t fall for his tricks,” Derek muttered.
Theo was well known for his ventures. Girls and guys alike would fall for him hook line and sinker and within a week either a bone or their heart would be broken. Luckily it was because of that reputation that most avoided him. Stiles though, as the new kid, wouldn’t be aware of that reputation so it gave Theo the perfect opportunity to swoop in.
Just then a loud smack echoed throughout the cafeteria. Derek looked back to the rich kid table to see Theo Raeken holding the side of his face with a gobsmacked expression on his face. Then a pissed off Stiles stormed off from the table and was followed quickly and surprisingly by Lydia Martin.
The cafeteria just sat in shock. Stiles had just made his second splash of the day. He had slapped Theo Raeken across the face, and hard by the looks of it considering Theo was still rubbing his cheek and jaw both of which were bright red.
“I don’t think anyone has to worry about him falling for any tricks,” Erica said as chatter in the cafeteria slowly started to rise. “Good for him.”
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Derek tried to fight off a groan as yet another tipsy girl attempted to out right grope him and instead just walked off to another corner of the crowded room as fast as he could. He was going to murder Erica for dragging him to this thing.
Derek despised parties and had made a valiant attempt to fight off Erica when she dragged him out of bed. He had tried to get his mom to stop her but the traitor had just laughed at his misery and told him to have fun. Parties are not, and have never been fun. Especially for Derek.
Derek was aware of the fact that the mass majority of people found him attractive. According to Erica he was the exact kind of tall dark and broody that made people interested enough to try and get to know him and his shroud of mystery. This also meant that any social event she dragged him too, and often abandoned him in to go make out with Boyd, led to a large number of people trying and failing to get in his pants.
But he guessed he could deal for now because the new corner he had found had a direct viewing path to Stiles Stilinski. Stiles was currently talking adamantly to Lydia Martin who had become his best friend within a day of the two knowing each other. As the two talked a figure walked up behind Stiles and tapped the teen’s shoulder. Derek, and Lydia if her posture said anything, went tense as Theo stared down at Stiles with a look that could only be called predatory.
It had been almost two weeks since the day Stiles had slapped Raeken in the cafeteria. No one knew why as everyone who had been sitting at the table with them had been surprisingly tight lipped about everything. Derek was pretty sure that was only because of Lydia, though. Whatever happened though had to be bad because Theo was no longer welcome to sit at the table with all the other rich and/or popular kids.
Theo’s predatory look quickly turned charming as Stiles turned around to face him. Theo said something to Stiles that made the other teen pause before slowly nodding in agreement. They started to walk away but Lydia grabbed Stiles to try and stop him. Stiles gave his friend a reassuring smile and patted her hand. Lydia allowed them to go but Derek followed, far away enough not to be noticed but close enough to keep an eye on the two.
Theo led Stiles over to the kitchen and handed Stiles a pre-prepared drink in a solo cup before grabbing one for himself. Derek eyed the cup Theo had given Stiles, the color was ever so slightly different than the other cups he had seen everyone holding. Stiles must not have noticed the difference though and took a quick swig. Theo took a sip of his drink as well, but there was a smirk on his face he was hiding that made a small amount of dread pool in his stomach.
After ten more minutes of the two teens drinking and talking Stiles seemed to be getting tired. At one point one of his knees buckled and sent him tumbling into Theo, who just chuckled. As Stiles seemed to grow more disoriented, the more Derek worried. The next time Stiles almost fell Theo caught the teen and slipped his arms around his shoulder before leading him back into the crowd of people. Derek was quick to follow them but a drunken Erica stumbled into his path, Boyd not far behind her.
“Deerrreekkkk,” Erica squealed. “Where have you been? I've been looking for you forever,” she whined.
“I’m busy, can’t talk,” was all he told her before handing her off to Boyd who looked apologetic.
Derek quickly moved through the crowd of drunken teenagers in search of Stiles and Theo but he couldn’t find them. Instead he caught sight of fiery red hair and moved toward it. Lydia was in deep conversation with someone but Derek didn’t care as he grabbed her arm to get her attention.
“Oh my god Jax, took you long-” Lydia paused as she turned around to find Derek rather than her boyfriend. “Oh, it’s you. What do you want?”
“I think Theo slipped something in Stiles’ drink and now I can’t find them.” Lydia’s eyes widened.
“Let’s go look upstairs,” was her quick and worried response.
Lydia wasted no time as she grabbed Derek by the wrist and the two made their way quickly to the stairs. Once there Lydia let go of his wrist and they both ran up the steps. The first room the check was a bathroom, when they had opened the door they had discovered two people making out but not Stiles and Theo. The next one was an empty room and the door after that was a linen closet. The last door is where they found Theo and Stiles.
Stiles looked to be struggling sluggishly from his place on the bed, his arms pushing uselessly at Theo’s hand which were currently undoing Stiles’ pants. Derek didn’t even think, just grabbed Theo by the back of his shirt and sent him sprawling to the ground.
“Hale?” Theo said in shock. “Dude if you wanted a turn you could have just said so.” The comment made Derek see red and he punched Theo in the face. He didn’t stop punching until his nose was broken and Theo was knocked out.
While Derek was busy dealing with Theo, Lydia rushed to Stiles' aid. She zipped up the poor boy’s pants, who started struggling once more. Lydia stopped immediately and instead tried to reassure Stiles of who she was. Once he had finally calmed down she went back to helping him.
Once Derek had also calmed down as well he moved to check on Stiles. Lydia had finished fixing his clothes and now Stiles was curled up against her asleep. Lydia looked on the verge of tears as she ran her fingers through her best friend’s hair.
“Come on,” Derek said, getting Lydia’s attention. “We need to get him out of here. I’ll carry him to his car and you drive him home.”
“We took my car here,” she told him.
Derek nodded before he hooked an arm under Stiles’ knees and the other around his back. Stiles grumbled at the movement and picked up but quickly settled down after he snuffled into Derek’s chest and laid his head on the other teen’s shoulder. They ignored a bloody and unconscious Theo as they left the room and made their way downstairs and out of the house. Lydia was ahead of Derek, clearing a path in the crowd for him so they could get to the front door quicker.
They were outside in about ten minutes and Lydia quickly led Derek to her car, a small but sensible blue vehicle parked by the curb in front of the house. Lydia picked up her pace to open the passenger side door of her car, uncaring of her shoes as she walked on the grass of the front lawn. Derek carefully laid Stiles in the seat and buckled him in then closed the car door once he was secure.
Two seconds after he closed the door Lydia rushed him with a hug.
“Thank you,” she said, voice thick with emotion.
“Of course,” was his response, voice just as heavy as he wrapped his arms around her in return.
Lydia sniffled a little before letting go of Derek and moving around to the driver’s side door. Derek watched as she drove away. Once she was out of sight Derek turned back to the house to get Erica and Boyd, as they were his ride, so he could leave too.
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“Um, excuse me,” came a small voice behind him followed by a light tap on his shoulder.
Derek closed his locker and turned around to find Stiles Stilinski standing in front of him. Derek would like to say he played it cool and said something nice and suave but that would be a lie. Instead he just froze, looking down at the person he had been admiring from afar for two weeks now.
“Uh, Ly-Lydia told me what you did for me on Friday,” the teen started, face red and his eyes focusing on his nervously moving hands.
Friday had been the night of the party. The party where Stiles had been drugged and almost raped. The party were Stiles would have been raped if not for the fact that Derek had been watching him like the socially inept creeper he was and had stopped Theo, Stiles’ would be attacker, before he could actually do anything.
“I… I wanted to say th-thank you. Just thank you so much for what you did.” Derek, stupid and slack jawed, just nodded along.
“Lydia also convinced me to tell my dad what happened.” Stiles' father was Beacon County’s new sheriff, it was part of the reason why Stiles was part of the reason was so popular already. That and the fact that everything about him was beautiful and amazing, at least in Derek’s opinion.
“Anyway he might call you or your parents so he can get a statement from you,” Stiles continued. “He’s going to try and press charges, but he’s hoping the fact that you pummeled Theo’s face won’t affect anything.” Stiles said the last part with a smile that made Derek’s heart melt.
“I also wanted to know, if maybe you wanted to get dinner sometime. On me of course, you know as a true thank you.” Derek just stared with wide eyes but nodded eagerly. “Great.” His smile was blinding. “It’s a date.” Derek’s heart skipped a beat.
Stiles was about to leave but he hesitated. Then, quick as a cat, he stood on his tippy toes and pressed his lips to Derek’s cheek. He’s surprised he didn’t pass out from pure elation.
“I’ll see you later, Derek.”
Derek didn’t realize until he was in class that during the entire encounter he didn’t say a single word.