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"Dude, Derek Hale just asked you out," Scott exclaimed, a wide encouraging smile plastered on his face.
Stiles scoffed, "he did not ask me out Scotty. He asked me if I would like to go for a drink with him, as friends. That's all."
"Sounds like he asked you out on a date to me," said the strawberry blonde from where she sat, at a table close to the counter.
"Guys, let's be rational here. Derek Hale is a God, he's one of the most famous actors slash models to ever walk the streets. I work at a coffee shop with my best friend. His family is filled with a bunch of legends. Mine is filled with a bunch of kindhearted civilians that absolutely no one outside of Beacon Hills cares about. He's filthy rich. I'm struggling to pay for my college textbooks. He's a hundred out of ten, I'm like a five."
"Try negative," Jackson corrected earning a punch in the arm from Lydia.
Stiles shot her an appreciative smile before continuing, "point is, Derek Hale did not just ask me out. He's not even in to me. You know why? Because people like him, do not go out with people like me. He's way out of my league."
(Or the She's Out Of My League AU no one asked for.)