So, I got a request to do a highschool Sterek with a hint of Scisaac. I will actually end up doing 2 because I had two good ideas and didn't want to pick! This one will probably be a few chapters long! I'll try to update quickly but I do have a few other fanfics I am trying to finish so that I can get started on some requests.

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Stiles hated that it had come to this but he was going to have to kill his best friend. He had no choice. It was a mercy killing. Scott was currently mooning over the new transfer student, Isaac Lahey. It had been almost three months and Scotty had yet to say two words to the blond. And yet Lahey was all he could talk about! Stiles had tried to encourage interaction but Scott was too nervous.

Scott was watching Isaac talk to his foster brother, Derek Hale. He was playing with his food while he stared at Lahey. His eyes were unfocused and he seemed a little too happy for Stiles' liking. Of course he wanted his life long bro to be happy but Scott had reached delusional. If he would just talk to him it would be so much easier!

Stiles was contemplating ways to get them together when his eyes were drawn back to Isaac's brother. Derek was probably the poster boy for leather. He had the kind of face that was both intimidating and seductive. His eyes were sharp and framed by dark lashes, his mouth forever turned down at the corners, nis nose straight and narrow, his jaw square and hair messy. Stiles had never seen him without his signature leather jacket that hugged his broad shoulders and muscled arms too well. Not that Stiles ever really noticed Derek before. No, that would be weird.

But Derek could help, right? After all, Isaac was his foster brother.

Stiles was eagerly waiting for Derek outside of his last class for the day. He was not above stalking if it would get Scott to stop whining about wanting to tuck away stray golden curls. Stiles shifted and rocked back onto his heels while he waited. He had a free period and was listening to the teacher drone on and on through the thin wooden door. His eyes wandered to the clock hanging on the white wall opposite him. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the door opened and students began to poor into the empty hall. Stiles saw Derek and quickly caught the sleeve of his jacket. Derek turned around with a scowl most intimidating. It seemed to soften to mild agitation and surprise when he saw Stiles' face.

"uhm... wow, I did not think through at all," he laughed nervously. He could feel his face heating with a blush. He hoped that his face didn't betray his anxiety.

"Can I help you?" Derek asked with a quirked brow.

"Actually, yes. I kind of have a favor which I'm sure sounds pretty weird because you have no idea who I am but it actually all that difficult or bad or anything," he rambled aimlessly.

"Get to the point, Stilinski."

Wait... Derek knew his name?

"You know my name. Why do you know my name?" He didn't wait for a reply before continuing. "Doesn't matter. Anyway! I have a somebody who needs to talk to a somebody of yours. Only my somebody is an idiot and can't seem to make his mouth work if your somebody is withing three feet because your somebody is Apollo's gift to the world; my somebody's words, not mine."

Derek's face was blank but Stiles was sure he thought he was mad.

"You want me to get Isaac to talk to Scott." It wasn't a question.

"How'd you know?"

"Your friend isn't exactly discreet. Luckily for him, Isaac is oblivious to the world."

Stiles knew it was true but he hadn't known Derek had been observing. He had never seen the older male look their way. He would have felt those eyes on him. They burned his flesh and seared his soul. If only it were unpleasant.

"No, he doesn't know the meaning of the word." Stiles said with a fond chuckle before rushing to add, "Not that he is stupid!"

Derek ignored it. His expression was borderline bored when he asked, "Why should I?"

Stiles paused. He was lost. He hadn't thought of that. He just wanted them to say hi to each other, break the ice, and maybe shake hands.

"No reason, I guess... I mean there isn't anything in it for you. Although, the happiness of your brother comes to mind."

Derek's eyes narrowed and Stiles felt his knees wobble.

"Isaac stares at Scott when he isn't looking too."

Derek hummed. It wasn't in agreement. It sounded more like a grunt of consideration.

"Look, just..." he reached into his pocket and found a crumpled receipt he wrote his address on before shoving it into Derek's hand. He did not notice that they were large and calloused and strong. "Come by my place later today. Or don't. But if you do bring Baby Apollo." He smiled before turning away. He tripped on his feet and ran into a wall while scurrying away.

He thought he heard Derek laugh but he was mistake, surely. Derek Hale couldn't possibly laugh. He was too rugged and dark but damn if he didn't want to hear what that sounded like. He wasn't going to get his hopes up but he really was anxious to see if he would show up. And if he brought Isaac then all the better. Stiles wandered to his jeep while contemplating something he found all too enticing. If Isaac was Apollo, was Derek Hades? He laughed to himself because it suited him all too perfectly.

He had a very hard time keeping his mouth shut up on the drive to his house. Scott was spitting sonnets about the way Isaac had pushed up the sleeves of his sweater up in the hall. Stiles was grinning for some reason. He had a feeling Derek would come. And if he didn't , well, Stiles would harass him.

Endlessly.

They had been playing video games for almost 2 hours when Stiles paused to cook. His father would be home after a long shift and if Stiles didn't have dinner ready John would insist on fastfood. Stiles really worried about his father's survival when he stayed out on the weekends. He shook his head. He was in the kitchen chopping potatoes when the doorbell rang.

"Scott!" No answer. "Scott, get the door!" Still nothing. "Scott, if I have to come up there I will kick your asthmatic ass!"

"You leave my asthma out of this, you dick!" Scott shouted from the stairs.

"Then get the door!" he said with a laugh.

Stiles assumed it was the pizza he had ordered for them. He had ordered 4 which would have seemed weird if he hadn't known that he could eat at least 3 to himself. Just because his dad had to suffer through healthy meals didn't mean he did! He heard a choking sound from the doorway.

"Scott if you are eating my pizza without me I will forbid you from ever speaking about Isaac's perfectly shaped lips in my presence ever again!" Stiles bellowed while staring intently at the onion he had just grabbed.

"Stiles," came a distressed groan groan from the living room.

Hope you liked it! The second chapter will be up shortly. What ever shall happen to poor Scotty and what of Stiles' pizza!? Stay tuned!