" Do you think I'm hot?"

" Where is this going, Stiles?" Derek asked in a tone that screamed ' I don't want to talk about this'.

" Well, I was just wondering, because I haven't had a girlfriend or a boyfriend in a while and I was just wondering if it's me." He gestured to his body. " Or me."

" I am not talking about this with you."

" Why not?"

' Because I won't stop thinking about everything I could do with that body.' Derek thought and grinned at the mental images.

" Derek?" Stiles said bringing his attention back. The younger of the two not quite straight males sighed. " Hey, Patty." A young brunette stopped and turned her friend.

" Yeah?" She draped her head phones over her shoulder and put her hands in her pockets.

" Do you think I'm hot?" She sighed as she walked up to him and put a hand on his cheek.

" Sweetheart, I think you are the cutest thing to ever walk the Earth but, hot you are not." He sighed.

" Do you at least think that guys think I'm hot?" She laughed and rested her hand on his chest.

" Hold that thought." She turned and walked away to find an expert in the matter, her teal Converse quiet on the parking lot pavement. " Danny, come here I want to ask you something."

" What's up?" He asked matching her pace. " Nice outfit by the way."

" Aw, thank you." She looked down at her teal long sleeved shirt and black pants. " Stiles wants to ask you something."

" Okay."

" On a scale from one to ten how hot is Stiles?" She asked as the others came into view.

" 8 maybe 8.5. Why?"

" Because he was freaking out about it."

" Ah well you can call me any time." He said with a wink.

" Thank you Danny." Patricia said gently pushing on his chest.

" Hey, Patty can I ask you something, in private?"

" Sure thing." They walked behind a random car when he stopped and faced her.

" Will you give that other guy my number?" She smiled but nodded anyway. She walked back and handed the Hale a slip of paper.

" That now belongs to you." He opened it and read ' You're a 15. Call me. 480-759-9928 – Danny' and shoved it in his pocket. " He likes you."

" Shut up and get in the car."

" If it makes you feel any better I agree with him." He glared at her like he was planning on ripping her face off if she kept talking so she put her hands up and made the ' I'm zipping my lips' motion. Unfortunately though, all the way to the Hale house Stiles didn't shut up about how he should be higher than just an 8.5.