So sorry it took me awhile to post chapter three i have been extremely busy, I want to thank graces101 and iKnight Writer for helping with this chapter. Well enjoy.
**Edited by I'mthealphahearmeroar**
Chapter Three:
Stiles' pov:
The next morning came quickly and my alarm clock was screaming at me to get up. I hit the snooze button, groaning as I rolled back over. I knew I had to get out of bed, if not I was going to be late for my second day of work and Lydia would have my head. At that moment, I wished I didn't have a job purely because I'd rather stay in bed.
"Stupid alarm," I muttered, sitting up and rubbing my eyes. I slowly looked around, realizing I was in the bed in Derek's apartment. Oh yeah, that's right. I moved in yesterday.
Shit. I hope my alarm didn't wake Derek up.
I got up and tiredly walked over to the wardrobe, picking out a pair of faded jeans and a plaid shirt. I then proceeded to go to the bathroom and have a quick shower, coming out and getting dressed before brushing my teeth, putting a comb with some jell through my hair instead of my usual "spike up" routine.
When I emerged from my room I noticed that Derek's bedroom door was wide open, the bed inside neatly made. Ah, well I guess Derek was already up then. I really hope I hadn't been the one to wake him up.
I went downstairs to fix some coffee and I noticed Derek already dressed and drinking some.
"Derek, my alarm didn't wake you did it?" I asked, feeling slightly guilty.
"No, not at all, I was already up. I run every morning at 5 am," he replied reassuringly.
"Okay, is there plenty of coffee left?" I asked.
"Yeah, coffee mugs are in the cupboard." He smiled, pointing to the cupboard above the stove.
"Thanks," I said, smiling softly back and opening the cupboard to take out a cup.
I had a few cups of coffee and talked to Derek for a little bit but I had to get to work.
"Hey, I've got to go. Duty calls," I sighed, pulling my chair out from the table and standing. Derek nodded, waving goodbye with a sympathetic look on his face.
When I actually got to the café, the first thing I noticed was Lydia forcing herself not to wince in my presence as she headed into the back room.
"What's her problem?" I asked Erica as I started getting everything ready at the counter.
"It's plaid," Erica told me with a smirk. "Probably making her rethink your whole fashion sense."
"Is she always going to be like that?" I questioned as I started setting up the cups near the register.
"Nah," Erica told me as she switched the store sign to open. "She's just giving you a hard time."
"Is that supposed to make me feel better?"
"Is it working?"
"Not really."
"Good," she said, smirking as she turned away from me and faced the first customer of the day that had just walked through the door.
"You know, most co-workers would help the co-workers get on the good side of the boss," I told her playfully once she gave the guy his coffee.
"Now where would the fun be in that?" she questioned cheekily. To be honest,
I wasn't even sure if it was a trick question or not.
"You're enjoying this aren't you?"
Erica gave me a head tilt, smiling vicariously. "Maybe."
I just shook my head at her and started taking people's orders.
God, this was going to be a long day.
Oh my God, I am so tired. The coffee shop was packed today and one of the customers complained that his 'very black coffee' was too black. Yeah I know, what an idiot. He wouldn't stop yelling, saying that I was pathetic and couldn't do my job properly. But it was okay because Erica was also there and she kicked the guy out on his ass. She is such a badass. Although she is making me cover her early shift tomorrow as repayment. Let it be known that she may be a badass but she is also smart and evil. I just can't wait to have a nice hot shower and have a nap.
It didn't take long to get back home, it was only 20 minutes away from the coffee shop. Yet another good thing about living with Derek, along with more freedom and a new friend and an even better roommate was that he liked the Mets, he was clean and he looked great in a black t-shirt. I mean, what more could you as for? However nothing prepared me for what I was about to witness next.
I stepped into the loft and shut the door behind me, intending to go straight to the bathroom to shower... when I saw the hottest thing I have ever seen.
It was Derek
Without a shirt.
Working out.
I was speechless...
After a minute or so I realized I was staring. He probably could smell that I was there but he couldn't hear me because he was listening to music through his earphones. I knew I was staring but I couldn't stop. He was soaked with sweat; it was running down his huge muscles and his very visible abs. I was mesmerised by his muscles tensing as he lifted his weights but then I noticed that the gym shorts were low and, um, I mean very low. Like low enough for me to have fantasies about later.
"Stiles," Derek said softly, breaking me out of my thoughts. "Are you okay?"
I was still speechless so all I could manage to do was to nod.
"Are you sure, you look a little flushed?" Derek asked worryingly.
"Um yeah," I squeaked before clearing my throat. "Yeah, I'm good, I'm just going to…" I panicked, I forgot what I was doing.
"Go to the bathroom?" Derek finished with a grin
"Y-Yeah, need to wash the smell of coffee off me," I explained nervously.
"I think you smell great. I love the smell of coffee, it's refreshing," Derek replied.
"Thanks," I answered slowly. "I think."
There was an awkward silence.
I pointed to the way of the bathroom before saying, "I'm going to… you know," after snapping out of the silence.
"Yeah, and I have to finish my workout," Derek said, picking his weights back up.
"See you later," I replied before exiting into the bathroom.
'See you later'? What were you thinking Stiles? Of course you'll see him later, you live with him, duh. The fact that I'm exhausted plus Derek's stupid, hot body had messed with my head.
After seeing Derek work out I tried to avoid him as much as I could because when I see him I can always feel a blush coming on and have to get out of there pronto. But I live with him, I have to see him sometimes.
I walked out to find Derek looking in the fridge, he was bending over a bit and the urge to stare at his ass was too hard to resist. I was going to retreat to my bedroom once again but he spoke.
"Hey Stiles," he greeted.
"Hey, uh hi," I replied. I mentally kicked myself and told myself to stop being so awkward. He's just your roommate. "Got any plans for tonight?" I asked casually.
"Yeah actually, you remember I mentioned my friend Danny in my email?" he asked.
"Yeah, uh, your bisexual friend." I could feel another blush coming on but kept thinking about Scott naked to go back to normal. Of course it worked.
"Yeah, he's coming over to watch the game, is that okay with you?" he asked while throwing the bottle of coke he got out of the fridge in the air and catching it repeatedly.
"Yeah, sure dude. I mean, it is your loft," I pointed out.
"I know, but you ask me before your friends come over so I'm just being fair. Are you going to watch the game with us?" he asked.
"I wouldn't want to intrude, I'll just..."
"Stiles it's fine, Danny's not a Mets fan so it would be kind of fun if we both ganged up on him." Derek grinned
Danny arrived a few hours later and just like I expected he was gorgeous. Not Derek sort of gorgeous but he's sort of cute with his dimples on show.
"Danny, this is Stiles, my new roommate," Derek introduced.
"Nice to meet you," I said, holding my hand out. He just ignored me and started glaring at Derek.
"What?" Derek asked in confusion.
"You never told me he was adorable, in a hot nerd sort of way." He winked at me.
Nothing could have stopped the blush that appeared on my face. I just sat down on the sofa. Derek and Danny joined me and we watched the game.
The Mets had won against the Boston Red Sox. Danny had soon left and it was just Derek and I once again.
"Danny is nice," I said, breaking the silence.
"Yeah, he's a good friend," Derek replied, nodding. Damn it, how is nodding sexy? It shouldn't be but good lord, the roll of his neck and lift of this shoulders… Unghh...
I blushed. "Uh, well, I've got to get up early again tomorrow… Work, y'know?" I fumbled with the remote that was on the couch cushions, making sure it didn't slip off as I stood up.
"Yeah it is going on ten." Derek replied, going near the stairs.
"Goodnight Derek."
"Goodnight, Stiles." Derek smiled, brightly.
I followed behind Derek up the stairs and of course I glanced at his butt. and it was perfect.
I went into my bedroom slipped some pj's on, I grabbed my bottle of pills out of the nightstand and took one, I notice I only had three left. I fell into a dreamless sleep after that.
TBC
Hoped you liked the third chapter. I have lots more planned. Please review!
