Stiles sighs as the captain of basketball team shrugs off his jacket. Muscles flexing underneath his Knights jersey. His best friend Scott McCall cheer on with the rest of the crowd next to him, as the captain makes his way to the court.
"Derek! Derek! Derek!" The cheerleaders call out. Smiling Derek Hale finally makes his way to his other team mates. As he does so he catches Stiles eye. Stiles blushes, Derek smirks. He turns so his back faces them. '31' flexing atop of muscle. Stiles feels a blush coming again. Scott notices.

"I seen that." He teases. "Maybe after the game you should go up to him an talk to him." Scott suggests, staring out on the court.

Stiles snorts, "Yeah, OK. I might as well be the dust on his shirt." Stiles answers. Scott gives him a look of confusion. "What I mean is he will most likely ignore me. Like I am nothing." Stiles simplifies.

"You could still try. Come on Stiles you have been crushing on the guy since freshman year. And that was two years ago. Now is the time to make a move." Scott says. He turns his attention to the court as Derek and along with the other team members, bound down the court. Derek with the ball. The crowd cheers as Derek makes a layup. Stiles is one of them. Derek looks over right at Stiles as he does so. Stiles swears Derek's smile got wider seeing him cheer. Again Scott notices. Damn you Scott. Stiles thinks as he mentally prepairs himself. "Did you see that?! I think his face just broke from smiling."

Stiles groans. In his head he is giving Scott a little pat on the back down the bleachers. "For the love of all that is mighty-Yes Scott! I seen that. Will you please stop paying attention for once? Usually you are pretty damn good at that." Stiles practically snaps in frustration. The lady in front of them with a little girl turns around and gives him a death glare. "Easy soccer mom. I did not mean it. Don't act like you never cursed in front of her." Stiles points at the little girl.

Scott spazzes out next to him. Heh, I must be wearing off on him. Stiles thinks. "Stiles! Sorry Mrs. Ackles. He is never like this I swear!" Scott quickly apologizes. " He turns his attention to Stiles. "What is wrong with you?"

Stiles sighs, rubs his head. "I just-I am afraid." Stiles admits. Looking down at his dirt streaked Converse.

Scott leans in close. "Afraid of what?"

"Afraid he will laugh and walk away. Or worse." Stiles says. He looks up through his lashes at Derek and see him sitting on the side lines. Squatting, elbows on thighs, tongue sticking out slightly as he stares intently at the court. Stiles noticed he does that when he is concentrating, sticking his tongue out like that. Pretty damn distracting that is. He remembers when he fist seen him do so in freshman year study hall. Derek was making up a test that day, tongue out slightly, tapping his pencil and knee bouncing. Stiles wanted to walk up to him rip that pencil out of his hands and sit on that knee, well lap, and taste that tongue. But Scott would not let him. Again, damn you Scott. He thinks.

Scott next to him just shakes his head slightly. "I don't think he will do so. Hale aint that mean. If he does so, six foot and (*1)two hundred pounds of muscle, or not. I will still kick his ass if he does so. Or if you'd like, I'll get Boyd to do so." Scott says nodding to the bald dark skinned senior who is sitting in a seat next to Issac, both on the team. As if knowing he is being talked about Boyd looks up at the two juniors and nods with a small smirk. The two do the same. "You know he's got our backs. He even said so. And to be honest, I actually think Derek is scared of him." Scott jokes. Stiles snorts. "Just try Stiles. Please. Talk to him. If he ignores you, then screw him its his loss. And as he walks away remind him who you're friends with." Scott said as he indicates between himself and Boyd.

Stiles sighs, "Alright. I will try. But I wanna date the guy, not scare him. And who wouldn't be afraid of Boyd. I mean look at the guy, he is nothing but muscle. Glad he is on our side." He admits. Scott just nods next to him.

The rest of the game Stiles watches Derek the whole time. Three more times he looked up at him and smiled. At one point, and Stiles swears up and down he done so on purpose, as he stood on the sides as the free throw was being made, he bent over. Bent. Over. Stiles stumbled a little in his seat. Causing Scott to catch him and tease him about (*2)making Derek get him a wheel chair. Dat ass. Stiles thought as he sat up straight.

The game ended. 61-55. The Knights won, thanks to a very lucky shot made by Issac. The whole crowd cheered as they piled down the bleachers. Stiles felt himself start to hyperventilate as the thought of talking to Derek finally hit him.

"Stiles? Stiles! Breath. Breath! In. Out." Scott soothes him. Stiles feels like the air in his lungs are being squeezed out. "Stiles Stilinski, you can do this." Scott commands.

Taking a final deep breath, the air finally returns to his lungs. "I-I can do this." He tells himself. Scott nods and stands. "Come on. Lets go wait by the locker rooms." Stiles says as he stands. Scott follows. You can do this. You can do-I can't do this. Nope. Nopenopenope. Maybe if I walk past the cheerleaders, I can distract Scott with Allison then run away. Yeah, good plan now to- His mental plan was cut off as he collided with someone. Hard. "Sorry." Stiles says as he looks up. Startled seeing who it was.

"No, it was my fault. I was trying to run from the 'fans.'" Derek Hale answers using air quotes. He smiles down at Stiles. His blue eyes boring into his. His hair still damp from the shower, soap lingering off him. Stiles wants to press his nose into Derek's neck and breath in.

"Oh you might wanna run from me too. I am a fan as well." Stiles says lamely. Mentally facepalming himself. This is the time where he wishes can just drop to the ground and slowly crawl out of here. But nope, stupid reality. "I mean. Um. Aw, crap."

Derek chuckles. "Maybe I don't wanna run from you." Derek admits. "Maybe I like having you as my fan."

Stiles just stares at him, mouth agape. He is waiting for Derek to bust up laughing and Scott coming running from no where laughing as well, with a camera crew behind him telling him he's been Punk'd. But Stiles see's nothing. "What?" He asks stupidly.

Derek step closer to him. "Maybe, I don't want any other fans. Maybe I just want you. Only you."

Stiles snorts softly. "You serious? Nope, your joking, aren't you? No, by the look on your face you're not." Stiles rambles like a moron.

Derek finally cuts him off. "Shut up, Stiles." He says before leaning down and capturing his lips. Stiles is shocked at first. This has got to be a dream. Just gonna pinch mysel-ow nope awake. Holly crap this is really happening! Stiles thinks to himself. Derek pulls back and chuckles at the look on his face. "I seen you watching me the whole time. In fact I see you look at me..a lot. Walking down the halls, in lunch even in the classes we share." Stiles blushes and looks away. Derek cups his face with one hand and turns it toward him. "But you wanna know something? I look too, when your not looking. I watch the way you nervously lick your lips. Or mess with your shirt." Derek leans down to his ear as he talks. "Your distracting you know. The way you lick your lips. Know how many times I almost took you right there? In the middle of class, in the hallways? Almost every. Damn. Time." Derek admits.

Stiles snorts and pulls away. "Your the one to talk. You stick yours out when you concentrate." He says before he can think. Derek just laughs and pulls him in for another kiss. This time is softer, sweeter, and a little more heated. Derek licks his bottom lip for entrance Stiles gladly gives. Moaning slightly as their tongues touch. Derek pulls away softly with a small gasp. "No, no come back." Stiles says making grabby hands like a little kid.

Smiling Derek shakes his head. "Sorry, I gotta go. My mom is making a special celebration dinner." Derek says with a shrug. He leans down to Stiles ear to softly say, "Just remember though. You are not just another fan. You are my fan. And mine only." And without warning attacks Stiles neck with a bite and kiss. Sucking slightly.

Stiles gasps in pleasure and runs his fingers through Derek's hair. "Yours." Stiles agrees. Derek pulls back and examines his work. Nods and kisses it softly. "I can't believe you like me." Stiles admits.

"Whats hard not to like about you?" Derek teases. "Here. Let me have your phone, I will call you tomorrow and we can go out..if you'd like." Derek says kinda sheepishly.

"You are seriously asking me that? After you went all Edward Cullen on me neck?" Stiles gets a weird look at that. "Never mind, yes I would like to go one a date with you." Stiles says handing him his phone. Derek quickly takes his phone out and puts his number in. Soon after Derek's phone goes off, Stiles gapes when he hears the ringtone. "I love that song! Cause baby I'm howlin for you." Stiles sings, without a care in the world. Derek smiles and shakes his head.

"Alright, I gotta go. I will text you tomorrow." Derek says as he turns and heads for the doors. "Stop staren at my ass, Stiles." He calls out without looking back.

"S'kinda hard not to. I mean really, dat ass." Stiles calls out. Derek throws his head back and laughs as he walks out of the school.

A/N

Sooo? What ya'll think? Reviews please! I wanna know what you thought!

(*1) So, I don't know if Hoechlin is really 200lbs. haha I just felt going kinda dramatic. *shrugs*

(*2) That is a personal joke between me and my friend. Haha, some girl at our school like collapsed, which was pretty scary, and one of the guys we think is sexy as hell ran to go get the nurse who brought a wheel chair. Soo, there you have the wheel chair joke, every time one of us doesn't feel good we will tease each other and be like oh you want me to go get Derek so he can get you a wheel chair?