Third chapter! This has a butt-load of angst, just take care while reading.

Edited by the lovely sephiroth-heather!

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf, Strip clubs or any of its characters.

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Stiles didn't know what to do. He knew his feelings weren't reciprocated, and he didn't want to lead himself on by thinking Derek had feelings for him every time he looked Stiles in the eyes deeply while they had sex, or the way Derek's smile just grew a bit bigger when he saw him. He knew he had to stop, and so the next time he went to the club, he told Derek, "Let's just have drinks tonight, I'm not in the mood to …well…"

Derek understood immediately and loudly asked, "Two margaritas over here?"

Stiles was a bit surprised as margaritas were one of his favorite drinks but only when he was very tired. He was shocked that Derek remembered the tiny blurb he had mentioned when they had first met. Then he realized that he remembered every stupid thing Scott had done, so obviously it was more of a good memory than affection.

Derek got their glasses, sat him on a couch away from the music, and they clanked their glasses together. As Stiles started drinking, Derek asked him, "So, how was work? What happened to that code you were working on?"

Stiles cheered, "It's over! Yeah, I sat the whole night up yesterday and finished the code. If I got seventy more errors due to a semi-colon from those juniors of mine, I might have just murdered them."

Derek looked pleased. "So that's where you were yesterday. I missed you."

Stiles tried not to take it in a romantic way. He rebutted, "Tell me something. What is up with Erica and Boyd? Every time I see them, I'm sure he's going to take her right on the drinks counter, but then she still flirts with guys for tips and he pretty much licks the salt off a girl's breasts every time they ask for a tequila shot with him."

Derek's smile turned soft and sad as he said, "That's the problem with dating someone when you're in this business. You mostly get money through tips, for which you have to flirt with people, whether they're hot or not, whether you like them or not. When you're in a relationship, it's hard if the other person can't understand. But I don't have that problem, do I?"

Stiles lowered his head sadly, and missed the lovey-dovey eyes pointed his way.

He then looked up and told Derek, "By the way, I might not come for a few days, Lydia is dumping a new project on me and I want to get the main function done."

Derek just nodded and said, "Maybe we can go get coffee sometime."

"Sure."

Stiles wasn't counting on it.

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It had been almost two weeks and Stiles felt like he was in Derek-rehab, trying to wean himself off of the hot guy who he actually liked. Lydia and Ashley approached him, asking if he wanted to go to the club, but he just increased the volume on his laptop, letting the sounds of Linkin Park drown them out.

Just then, someone patted his shoulder. He removed his earphones, ready to shout at the person, when he realized it was Mary, the receptionist who usually gave him a smile and a greeting of "Good morning, Mr. Stiles" when he got in. She had a shy smile on her face and a box in her hand.

He asked, "What happened? Did something go wrong with the computer again?"

This had happened a lot of times. Somehow, people presumed coding C++ or Python implied that one was an IT expert and a mechanics expert. However, she hadn't brought her laptop. She kept the box in front of him and opened it. There were about twenty chocolates in it and they looked amazing. She replied, "I wanted to know if you were free for tomorrow night."

Stiles wanted to say no; it was on the tip of his tongue. He then realized that he couldn't live his whole life like this, thinking about Derek and why someone as hot as Derek would have feelings for a nerd like him. Maybe, just maybe, going on a date with someone would be the first step for him to try and move on. He cheerily said, "Sure! You decide when and where, and let me know so I can pick you up."

Suddenly, there was a whoosh of air behind him, and as he turned around, the only thing he saw was a bouquet of flowers in the trash.

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The next night saw Stiles at Scott's place with a bottle of Smirnoff Vodka (Vanilla flavor) in front of him and two shot glasses. Allison had come in, and left immediately after seeing the ruckus the two were causing.

Stiles moaned, "The date was so horrible. Why did I even think of going on a date with her? I had Derek! Even if he didn't love me back, our sexy times were amazing, dude! He did these things with his tongue, that just…"

Scott put his hand over Stiles' mouth. "I'll thank you not to elaborate on that, please. But I keep telling you, Stiles, you should tell him how you feel. I think he deserves to know why you're avoiding him after meeting him every single day for more than a month."

"But, nooo. Why would he want me? I'm just all moles, and nerdy, and I talk a lot. People find my talking very irritating, you know that?"

Scott sighed. "Yes Stiles, I know. But I listen to you blabbering on and on without complaining, right?"

"That's because you're my brother, and I love you. Not in the way I love Derek… but…" He hiccupped in a way which was disgusting and adorable at the same time.

Scott just laughed. "Go confess your love tomorrow. Now, go to sleep, but in the guest room. I don't think Allison can stand it if she sees us spooning in my bed again."

The only answer he got from Stiles was a snore.

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Did you see the little snippets of Derek I inserted in there? The last chapter will be happy, I swear!

I don't know when I'll finish the last chapter but let's hope by Sunday. Review if you want!