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rednivsaj: #OKAY I REALLY LOVE WHEN STILES DOESN’T REALISE HIS STRANGE BRAND OF COOL ACTUALLY WORKS ON DORKY JOCKS LIKE DEREK OKAY.
#’Sti— Stiles come on! Give it back.’ Derek covers his mouth as he coughs to hide a small smile. #’Dude I didn’t think I’d actually fill it out! Oh my god I’m a jock now!’ Stiles spins again knocking into Harris’ classroom door.#Derek winces and reaches out for Stiles’ arm ‘Stiles Harris is gonna kill me now please just…’ #And Stiles stops then and grins at Derek noticing his Chem101 textbook ‘Aren’t you a Senior?’ #Derek blushes as the late bell goes ‘Aren’t you gonna be late for next period?’ #Stiles shrugs and Derek notices how well those shoulders actually do fill out his letterman jacket. ‘I’m an aide this period.’ #’Well I’m already late so…’ Derek huffs and studies the curious look on Stiles’ face ‘Just keep it until lunch.’
#And Derek ducks into Harris’ class before he can change his mind or spontaneously combust from how hot his face feels. #Harris gives him a dirty look as Derek takes his seat then turns to write a formula on the board. #Derek’s reaching for a pencil when the door opens and Stiles waltzes into the class. #’Stilinski you’re late.’ Harris sounds just about ready to murder someone. #Stiles saunters to the middle of the class replying ‘And you’re wrong. It’s 2 Oxygens not 1.’ #Harris fumbles with the marker then fixes the formula with a dark mutter. #Stiles makes his way to the back of the room winking at Derek on his way there.