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Edit: Sorry, I posted this without the horizontal lines! I've fixed it now.
Despite what his dad and Scott kept saying, the only reason Stiles continued to go to the gym was because he wanted to get in shape, really. Okay so maybe it might have had more to do with the certain tall, dark and handsome man who, without fail, spent his Saturday morning in the gym.
It started off with Lydia convincing him to go to the gym with her to ward off all the unwanted attention she attracted while trying to work out. After much deliberation (and Lydia threatening to castrate him) Stiles agreed and met Lydia at the local fitness centre on the next Saturday morning.
Stiles was leant up against his jeep waiting for Lydia to arrive when he spotted a black Camaro speeding into the parking lot. Much to Stiles' chagrin he was forced to peel his eyes off the beautiful car when Lydia walked up to him and put her fingers under his chin.
"Stop drooling, Stiles," she smirked. "It's not a pretty look on you." Before stiles could reply she was already walking past him into the building. He scanned the parking lot one more time but saw no sign of the owner of the Camaro.
It wasn't until the second or third time Stiles was dragged to the gym that he noticed the Greek god across the room. The man was lying on a weight bench on the other side of the room near the wall of mirrors, lifting what looked like 3 times stiles' weight. He had jet black hair and a perfectly groomed 5 o'clock shadow.
"Stiles," he heard Lydia come to a stop on the treadmill next to him. "No one is going to believe you're with me when you're ogling Derek Hale from across the room." Derek Hale? Even his name was sexy.
"Oh come on, Lydia, like anyone would believe you'd lower your standards to my level. Besides, I'm not ogling I was just appreciating the view."
Lydia raised one of her eyebrows and started up the treadmill again. "Just go over and talk to him."
Stiles tripped over his own feet, "Ha! Good one, Lydia." He stopped the treadmill he was on and grabbed his bottle of water. As an idea formed in his head he practically leapt over to the other side of the room where Derek was lifting weights and started on the closest machine. Stiles just hoped that the elliptical managed to enhance the look of his ass, his only redeeming feature, enough that Derek would notice him.
Every Saturday after that, Stiles spent most of the morning on the elliptical trying to catch Derek's attention. It got to the point where Lydia began working out at home because she couldn't stand being around stiles at the gym and if he wasn't there then she'd be accosted by pretty much every man in the building. It took about three months before Stiles plucked up the courage to talk to Derek. He walked up to the bench press and cleared his throat. The man hooked the weights back on the machine and sat up.
"Hi, I'm stiles," he smiled, "I was just wondering whether you wanted to go out for lunch sometime?" Derek furrowed his eyebrows and shook his head.
"You have to be kidding me," he snarled. Stiles' smile dropped, he obviously knew there was a possibility that Derek would reject him but he never anticipated being shut down so harshly. Derek continued, "Do you really think I'd lower myself to that, asshole?"
Tears welled up in Stiles' eyes as he stuttered out an apology and fled from the building. He jumped in his jeep and sped out of the parking lot. He drove towards Lydia's house, making a quick stop at the gas station to buy some triple chocolate ice cream.
He waited for Lydia to answer the door and with red puffy eyes asked, "Up for some Ice Cream?"
Stiles spent the next two hours crying into Lydia's shoulder as she rubbed her hand down his back whispering soothing words into his ear. Unbeknownst to Stiles, Lydia was forming a plan to make Derek Hale wish he had never rejected her best friend.
Lydia stormed into the gym the next Saturday and marched over to the bench press by the mirror.
"I hope you're happy with yourself," She snarled, gripping the front of Derek's t-shirt. Derek shot her a confused look. "Don't look at me like that you know exactly what I'm talking about."
"Look," Derek started, "Your boyfriend came over to me, it's not my fault he's unfaithful." Lydia let go of his shirt as realisation dawned on her.
"Hold on, you think Stiles is my boyfriend?" She said in disbelief. She waited for Derek to realise he'd made a mistake and took out a pen and grabbed his hand. She wrote Stiles' address down. "Go to this address and explain this fuck up and if you don't, I'll chop off your dick." With that, she spun around and sashayed out of the building in true Lydia fashion, leaving a dumbstruck Derek behind.
Stiles was just about to settle down and watch another episode of breaking bad as he scoffed another tub of ice cream when the doorbell rang. He huffed as he pulled himself off the couch to answer the door.
"Seriously, Scott I'm not in the mood to play video ga-oh." Stiles went to slam the door but Derek shoved his foot in the way.
"Please hear me out," Stiles rolled his eyes and opened the door further, letting Derek in.
"How did you even know where I lived?" Stiles asked and sat back down on the couch and picked up the discarded tub of ice cream.
"The redhead from the gym that I thought was your girlfriend."
"Lydia? You thought I was with Lydia?!" Stiles said incredulity.
"What was I supposed to think? Every time you came to the gym you were constantly touching her and looking at her like she hung the moon!"
"I was trying to help her with the idiots that keep trying to approach her while she's working out." He huffed, "but then I saw you and she couldn't deal with my so called 'ogling' and stopped coming over all."
Derek moved closer to Stiles, "Does that mean you're still up for that lunch?"
Stiles gaze shot towards Derek, he vaulted towards him, pulled him in by the shirt and planted his lips on Derek's.
After a few minutes Derek pulled away, "I'll take that as a yes,"
Stiles hummed and reeled Derek in again.