"Okay I did some research last night?"
"Research for what?"
"You know the Golden Banana."
"Oh, right…"
"And I was thinking maybe Danny would want to go."
"Danny?"
"You know Danny, the goalie, who's gay."
"Yes Scott I know who Danny is. Everyone knows Danny."
"Okay, so I think I could ask him to come."
"Erm…okay."
"Awesome I'm gonna go invite him now."
"Right." Stiles watched as Scott bounded down the hallway to go find Danny. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and searched up Golden Banana. He clicked on the first link and yeah that can't be right. It took him to a site that made it very clear they were gay friendly in…Cambodia! Wait does Scott think Stiles was telling him he was gay? Or is Scott telling him he's okay going there because he's gay? Maybe nobody's gay and Scott just thinks Stiles wants to go to Cambodia? Why am I thinking in third person? No wait, he's going to ask Danny if he wants to come to. So clearly he thinks someone is gay. Wait is Scott trying to set me up with Danny? Unless Scott want's Danny, he does know Danny's cologne for some reason. Armani, right? I don't know I'll ask Scott. Stiles was startled out of his thoughts as Scott slid to a stop beside him.
"What cologne does Danny wear?"
"What? Oh, Armani, he smell's really nice."
"Uhuh. Did you ask him?"
"Yeah he said he's not going to Cambodia and did you mean the other Golden Banana?"
"The other one?"
"Yeah I don't know what that meant."
"Hang on let me look it up." Stiles scrolled past the list of Golden Banana resorts and came across the place Danny clearly meant. "It's a gentleman's club."
"A what?"
"Strip club."
"Oh, I don't wanna go there." The evidence is just mounting up here.
"Why not? Half naked women, there might be some men."
"Men? At a gentleman's club?" Funny how he mentioned the men.
"Gay men can be gentlemen as well Scott."
"No, I know. Obviously I know." Stiles nodded his head as Scott enunciated the last sentence, ah Scott, the only person Stiles knew who would just hint about their sexual orientation instead of just saying it out loud.
"You got it buddy!" Stiles threw his arm around Scott's shoulders and pulled him along the hallway. They walked in to Econ and Finstock slapped Stiles's essay to his chest before he even sat down. Stiles brought his hand up and smiled at him as he moved to sit down.
"What's wrong?"
"It just says this is not economics across the top."
"Dude, what did you write about?"
"Male circumcision."
"Oh. I mean that's great that you're exploring other things."
"Yeah I guess but still probably shoulda actually wrote about econ."
"Don't think like that Stiles, if you want to do something different then it's okay."
"Right, thanks Scott."
"Just don't let anyone force you to like something you don't want to."
"Yeah I know, but pretty sure I have to do this to pass."
"Well okay but just keep that in mind." Stiles tried to give Scott his best smile but he was just plain confused. He looked over at Coach as he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket; he slid it out and slouched a little further in his seat to hide his phone under the table.
"What is it?"
"Apparently Danny, Lydia and Jackson are going to Jungle tonight; he wants to know if we wanna go."
"I can't."
"What why?" This would be the perfect opportunity for Scott.
"Remember I talked to Derek yesterday?"
"Oh crap, the training after school, can't you skip it?"
"It's Derek; he'd probably beat me to death with my own lacrosse stick."
"You're right it is Derek, and pretty sure he wouldn't need a lacrosse stick to beat you to death."
"You really think Derek would beat me?"
"Do you want him to beat you?"
"No!"
"Then just turn up."
"But I've never been to Jungle." Stiles sighed and let his head fall back as he stared at the ceiling, yep he was actually gonna do this. But he was Scott's best friend and sometimes you had to take one for the team.
"Well why don't I go talk to Derek after school and explain why you're not there."
"You'd do that for me? Wait then you'd miss Jungle."
"It's not really my scene anyway buddy, but I'm sure you will have lots of fun. Plus Danny's there." Yes this will be good for Scott, he can totally flirt with Danny or other guys. Great plan Stiles great plan!
"Thanks so much Stiles. I'm sure Derek won't be too mean to you."
"Yeah sure." Who was he kidding the game was on Saturday and Derek was going to destroy him; and not in a fun way. Not that he want's anyone to destroy him in a fun way and especially not Derek. I mean look at the guy he's got so much muscle, and what's going on with his face, whose jaw line is that perfect and what is with the stubble he's 18 for god sake, Stiles can't even grow a full moustache. Unfortunately for Stiles before he knew what was happening the end of the day had come and he was waving to Scott as he climbed in Jackson's Porsche. Stiles looked around the parking lot and spotted Derek's Camaro, okay so Derek hadn't ditched, dammit why couldn't he be a bad person. Stiles pulled out his phone and quickly sent off a text to his dad.
The Big Lawman: Might be home a bit late.
The Big Lawman: I'm staying at the station late, please stay out of trouble!
Stiles huffed at his Dad's response, you go out looking for a dead body one time and he never drops it, just because Scott broke his ankle. Stiles frowned as a new message came in from Scott.
Puppy/Brother: Have fun with Derek ;)
Puppy/Brother: I'm sorry what? o.O
Puppy/Brother: Oh nothing! Just making it easier for you to find out his big secret :D
Stiles shoved his phone back in his pocket and started towards the lacrosse field. Did the sky look darker over there? It definitely looked darker over there, okay think like Scott, everyone deserves a chance stiles Derek's probably really nice, and oh what the hell does Scott know. Derek's the guy that holds the lacrosse record for the most injury's caused. Yep Stiles was going to die and it was all Scott's fault. He better get some guys number! Stiles slowed down a little as the field came in sight, he could see Derek just at the edge.
"Hey Derek!" Why Stiles why?
"Stiles?"
"Hey, whatcha doing?" Why are you being weird? You know why he's here!
"I'm waiting for Scott actually."
"Oh right about that, he's not coming." It's a wonder how you're single.
"Where exactly is he?"
"He's sick."
"Sick?"
"What you think I'd lie about him being sick?" Why are you getting defensive, you are lying, shut the hell up!
"Fine he's sick."
"Okay well I'll just go then." Stiles turned around and started to walk off when Derek called him back.
"Did you bring your kit?"
"What? Why?"
"Well Stiles I'm here to help someone train and since you're the one that showed up, might as well be you."
"You're not serious! I'm wearing jeans."
"They'll do for now." Stiles just managed to catch the stick Derek threw at him and watched as Derek jogged off towards the goal. He could leave, turn around and go to his jeep…oh who was he kidding if he was ever gonna play he needed to get better and Derek wasn't captain for anything. He set down his bag and moved to stand in front of Derek.
"Okay, what now?"
"Stiles I know you sit on the bench a lot but even I think you know what comes next."
"You just want me to score."
"If you can score."
"Please Derek, I know how to score, and I can score any time I want." Am I flirting with Derek? It sounds like I'm flirting with Derek, concentrate Stiles or you won't score Derek…wait no not score Derek!
"Anytime like the present Stilinski." I'm going to wipe that smug look off your face you…you…something! Stiles smirked at Derek as he picked up the ball and threw it as hard as he could towards the net and Derek caught it. That dick. Derek barely moved as he caught the ball and smirked at Stiles as he threw it back.
"You must not off been trying there."
"Right, I was obviously going easy on you." And that's how it went on for the next half an hour. Stiles tried to score and Derek caught it without moving.
"Oh my god! How are you doing that?"
"Practice."
"No way! No amount of practice can make you that good."
"Well thank you."
"That was not a compliment!"
"It sounded like one."
"Oh for god sake can we please practice something else; this is just making me insecure." Derek's eyes trailed over Stiles's body and he smirked as he spoke.
"Believe me you have nothing to be insecure about." That was definitely flirting. Come on Stiles think off something to throw him off.
"Yeah well you should see me naked." Nice Stiles that would throw just about everyone off. Well he certainly looks thrown.
"You want me to see you naked?" Not thrown enough. Wait why is he coming closer…he better not think I'm gonna get naked for him.
"What are you doing there Derek?" Stiles leant back a little as Derek crowded in to his space. Stiles swallowed as Derek moved closer to his ear, and he supressed his shiver as Derek's breath rolled across the side of his face.
"I'm gonna block and your gonna try and get round me." Wait what?
"What?" Derek pulled back and stood in front of Stiles.
"Expecting something else?" Stiles was so gonna wipe that stupid smirk off his face!
"Nope. But you should know I'm pretty quick."
"Then come at me."
Stiles put his head down and couldn't stop himself from mumbling "Maybe I'll come on you." Stiles head shot up as Derek seemed to choke on thin air. No way had he heard what Stiles said.
"Dude you okay?"
"Yeah. Spit went…down the wrong…way."
"You swallowed your spit wrong?"
"Er…yeah."
"Right. Well let's get back to me coming at you." Stiles had to do a double take at the blush that seemed to be creeping up Derek's neck. Stiles picked up the ball and tried to feign right to get round Derek. But as soon as Stiles had tried to go round him he was on his back.
"Dude, how much do you weigh? That was like being hit by a car!"
"You've been hit by a car?"
"What of it?"
"When?"
"When I was a kid and I was on my bike."
"Who hit you?"
"Scott's mom. She said if I hadn't broke my arm she would of kicked my ass."
"How the hell did she even hit you?"
"Well when I say 'hit', I mean I couldn't stop my bike and I went right in to the side of her."
"Was her car moving?"
"It depends how you see moving."
"I see it as the car in motion. How was it to you?"
"Her car parked on the driveway."
"That is some feat. Why don't we get back to training?" Derek pulled Stiles up and they quickly got back to the training. They didn't stop until Stiles finally got around Derek and managed to score, even though he's pretty sure Derek let him. Stiles did a little celebratory dance and couldn't help but smile as Derek chuckled at him. Stiles looked around the field and couldn't believe it had gotten so dark.
"Dude, when did it get so dark?"
"I actually hadn't even noticed."
"Well I guess we should probably stop then." Stiles headed over to the bench and dropped his stick down. Derek came to stand right beside him and Stiles hadn't even noticed the chill that had been creeping in to his skin until he was there. Geez the guy was like a furnace.
"Stiles you're playing on Saturday."
"I'm what?"
"Instead of Scott."
"No. What? Why?"
"You said Scott's sick, right?"
"Yeah."
"Well the games in 2 days and if Scott's sick he's gonna be in no state to play."
"He could get better by Saturday!"
"Stiles we both know if he's really sick then it won't be a good idea to play." Dammit why did I tell him Scott was sick!
"Yeah I guess you're right." Crap, Scott was gonna kill him.
"Okay, so we have lacrosse practice tomorrow but if you want we can practice on Saturday morning as well, you know if you want to?"
"Yeah I could definitely use extra practice."
"Alright. Do you want my number?"
"You're what?"
"My number, you know in case anything comes up before Saturday?"
"Right! Yes obviously!" Stiles handed Derek his phone and watched as he typed in his number. He gave him at back and he sent Derek a text.
Derek: Derek really?
"That's my name."
"Yeah but no one in my phone is just there name."
"Then change it."
"Maybe I will." Stiles quickly changed Derek's name and pocketed his phone.
"What did you change it to?"
"I'm not gonna tell you."
"Fine. I don't even care." Derek started to put his things away and Stiles squinted at him a little as he picked up his bag. Derek smiled and hefted his bag over his shoulder like it weighed nothing. He walked around Stiles and Stiles jerked as he felt Derek's hand slip in to his pocket. Stiles reacted a second to late and scrambled after Derek who was happily scrolling through his contacts.
"Captain Perfect."
"Phone." Derek smirked as he dropped Stiles's phone in his hand.
"And yes Captain Perfect because have you heard the reputation you have?"
"I've heard some stuff."
"Exactly! I mean I know it could have been more accurate but there's not enough space."
"More accurate?"
"Yeah, Captain I'm hotter than the sun walk old ladies across the road lacrosse star animal protector perfect."
"You're right that it is too long." Stiles barked out a laugh at Derek's deadpan expression. "You know I've only ever helped one old lady cross the road." They stopped beside Stiles's jeep.
"Of course you have. And what about you being the protector of animals?"
"I save one wolf and the whole town has to know about it."
"Well that's one more old lady and one more wolf than I've ever helped."
"Well you got plenty of time to help a wolf yet."
"Oh really? Because I happen to come across so many wolves."
"You'd be surprised Stiles. Anyway I gotta go, so I will talk to you tomorrow." Derek pushed off of Stiles's Jeep and started towards his Camaro.
"Hey Derek, you know this is the longest we've ever talked."
"Not like I haven't tried before Stiles."
"Wait, what does that mean?"
"I'll talk to you later Stiles." Derek climbed in the Camaro and left the parking lot before Stiles could even respond.
Captain Perfect: What does it mean Derek?
Stiles stared at his phone for 5 minutes before giving up and climbing in his jeep. Great he had two things to think about tonight, how to tell Scott he wasn't playing on Saturday, and when the hell Derek had tried to talk to him.