The funny thing is, his social standing would probably only improve, being
seen with someone like Derek. Tall, gorgeous, mysterious bad boy with a
kickass car? Yeah, he could use the cred. Only there's Scott to consider, a
conversation he knows is coming that he's been actively avoiding for
months. Scott who shouldn't learn about things secondhand the hard way,
even if he's done that to Stiles often enough for it to be a pattern. And
there's his dad to consider. He still can't come up with a reason his dad
will buy for why he's spending time with a twenty-something former suspect
Stiles once fingered for murder. And it sucks. It isn't fair. He's tired of
keeping secrets, for one, and for another Derek deserves better than that.
He's not a bad guy. In fact, he's pretty damn good at keeping Stiles on
track, at making him think about that vague third step in a four-part
course of action that always seems to trip him up. He challenges Stiles,
without condescending. Calls him an idiot while still telling him he's
smart. And Stiles only really notices that five-or-six-year difference at
times like this, when it shouldn't matter but does.
Not that he says any of that. Not even if he notices that muscle twitch in
Derek's jaw, not even if he kind of guesses why. The way Derek looks at
him, he might as well be twelve. He's human, he's underage, he's...Stiles.
Just Stiles. Derek's probably irritated he has to resort to this again.
Because it ended so well last time. Instead, he pulls out of the parking
lot, nearly mowing down a swarm of freshmen who aren't looking where
they're walking as he takes the right.
"When did you notice? You know, if you text me these things when they
happen, I can cut class. Some things are more important than Harris
threatening to vivisect me if I make another bad chemistry pun."
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Date: 2014-02-02 12:35 am (UTC)The funny thing is, his social standing would probably only improve, being seen with someone like Derek. Tall, gorgeous, mysterious bad boy with a kickass car? Yeah, he could use the cred. Only there's Scott to consider, a conversation he knows is coming that he's been actively avoiding for months. Scott who shouldn't learn about things secondhand the hard way, even if he's done that to Stiles often enough for it to be a pattern. And there's his dad to consider. He still can't come up with a reason his dad will buy for why he's spending time with a twenty-something former suspect Stiles once fingered for murder. And it sucks. It isn't fair. He's tired of keeping secrets, for one, and for another Derek deserves better than that. He's not a bad guy. In fact, he's pretty damn good at keeping Stiles on track, at making him think about that vague third step in a four-part course of action that always seems to trip him up. He challenges Stiles, without condescending. Calls him an idiot while still telling him he's smart. And Stiles only really notices that five-or-six-year difference at times like this, when it shouldn't matter but does.
Not that he says any of that. Not even if he notices that muscle twitch in Derek's jaw, not even if he kind of guesses why. The way Derek looks at him, he might as well be twelve. He's human, he's underage, he's...Stiles. Just Stiles. Derek's probably irritated he has to resort to this again. Because it ended so well last time. Instead, he pulls out of the parking lot, nearly mowing down a swarm of freshmen who aren't looking where they're walking as he takes the right.
"When did you notice? You know, if you text me these things when they happen, I can cut class. Some things are more important than Harris threatening to vivisect me if I make another bad chemistry pun."