So this is the love story between Derek and Stiles in high school, rather than Paige.
Stiles gently moved his bow across the stings of his cello. He was practicing his music in the music room at BHHS after school hours, and was hoping he would have some peace and quiet.
He was almost at the end of the song when he heard the sound of someone dribbling a basketball, coming from the hallway.
He paused in frustration, before taking a deep breath and starting to play again. But the dribbling seemed to get louder, and he could hear voices as well now.
Stiles stopped playing and placed his bow on the music stand and gently placed his cello in it's case, before standing up and going into the hallway.
He walked out the door and spread his arms out at his sides with an annoyed expression on his face, which is pretty much the universal sign for What the fuck?
"Hey. Do you guys mind?" Stiles asked the group of boys in an annoyed tone as he let his arms fall to his sides.
The boys turned in his direction with none other than Derek Hale at the center, holding a basketball.
Of course. It just had tobe Derek Hale, the most arrogant and frustratingly handsome boy Stiles had ever met.
"I'm trying to practice." Stiles told them. The boys around Derek 'oooooh'ed as if Stiles had insulted him.
"Well, how do you know we're not trying to practice here,too?" Derek asked, smirking. Stiles didn't hesitate to answer.
"No, see, I was practicing in the music room. And I'm pretty sure basketball practice, takes place in the gym." He said.
"Well I'm pretty sure basketball practice takes place anywhere you got a basketball." Derek answered with that stupid smirk still in place. His idiot friends started laughing, and his smirk turned into a smug grin. He began dribbling the ball towards Stiles, trying to show off by bouncing the ball between his legs while he walked, before stopping in front of him. Stiles looked away for a second, annoyed, before turning back to Derek as he said, "See?"
Stiles rolled his eyes and turned back towards the music room.
"Wait, hold on." Derek said, making him stop but keep his back towards him."If you can get the ball from me, I'll stop." He said, making him turn around. "Come on." Derek said, and started dribbling the ball again."It'll be easy." He told Stiles.
Stiles stared at him for a minute before taking a swipe for the ball, only to have Derek easily dodge, and hold the ball in front of him, as if he was taunting him. Derek started dribbling again, waiting for Stiles to try and get it. He took another swipe, but Derek moved out of the way and began dribbling around him, taunting him, then pulling a few fancy moves in front of him, showing off.
Stiles took a deep breath, and thought about all the years his dad tried to get him into sports. He was great at them, but had always preferred music, which his dad had accepted after a while. He pulled up all of his memories of basketball, and all the tricks he knew, before quickly swiping for the ball again.
To Derek's surprise, Stiles got the ball easily, and began dribbling, taunting Derek this time.
Derek's friends stared 'ooooooh'ing again, as Derek stared in shock, before taking a swipe for the ball. Stiles easily dodged, before dribbling again. After a few failed attempts, stiles stopped dribbling before harshly throwing the ball at Derek, who caught it, but stumbled back at the force behind it. It was dead silent.
And then Derek's friends began clapping and cheering before leaving as Stiles turned and went into the music room, leaving Derek there, frozen.
Stiles sat down, and set up his instrument once more, before taking a deep breath, and playing again.
"Sorry about that." He heard a familiar voice say. Stiles paused, before turning his head to see Derek standing in the doorway, with the basketball still in his hands.
"Whatever." Stiles said before getting ready to play again. "I'm trying to practice, if you didn't notice." He told Derek when he saw him put the basketball down and start walking towards him.
"Okay. I'll just leave you alone then." Derek said. Stiles turned back to his cello, only to be interrupted again. "After you tell me your name." Derek smirked at him.
"Alright. I"ll tell you my name." Stiles said, turning towards him. "If you can play one instrument in this room." He challenged Derek.
Derek looked around before looking at him again. "One?" He checked.
"Just one." Stiles assure him.
"Any of them?" Derek asked. Stiles said nothing, and continued to stare at him. Derek took a deep breath before walking to the wall of instruments. Stiles started playing again, while Derek picked out which instrument he would play.
He paused when Derek came back with his arms behind his back. Stiles stared at him, waiting.
Derek pulled a triangle from behind his back, and tapped it once, a smug smile on his face.
Stiles stared at him for a second, shocked and amused, before he turned forward and looked down.
"My name is Stiles." He said before looking at Derek again. Derek raised an eyebrow.
"Your name is Stiles?" he asked, incredulously.
"It's a nickname. Now please go so I can practice." Stiles said as he got ready to play his cello again.
"My name's D-" Stiles cut him off.
"I know who you are." He said, looking at Derek again.
Derek raised his eyebrows before smirking, and slowly stepping out of the room, with Stiles staring after him.
Hope you enjoyed!
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Oh! By the way, I have this thing where I don't post a story unless I've finished it, because if I don't do it immediately, I lose interest. So this story is complete, and the chapters will most likely be posted once or twice a day.
