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Summary: 'Derek glanced at Stiles, who's smile dissolved into a light frown. He moved his hands again, and Derek flicked his eyes back to Sheriff Stilinski, silently asking for help. The Sheriff took a few steps forwards. "Stiles is mute." He said.'

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Chapter 3

I let the day go by
I always say goodbye.
I watch the stars from my window sill,
The whole world is moving and I'm standing still.

Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God...! Stiles frantically thought and backed away from the rail as the guy's eyes kept staying focused on him, almost dropping his drink while flailing back inside, abandoning the balcony.

His pulse was way faster than should be normal, breath hitching and heart fluttering in excitement thinking about that illegally handsome face. He was wearing a leather jacket, for crying out loud. Oh God. As if Stiles needed any farther reason to be attracted to the guy.

Pushing past all the chatting and dancing people through the crowded halls and completely ignoring the disapproving comments some threw at him, he made his way towards one of the less-loud rooms. He spotted a tall, curly-haired guy seductively cornering a pretty dark skinned girl from Stiles' math class, one arm pinning her to the wall as he leaned close to her personal space and smirked while she talked. Stiles sighed in relief. Just as he thought, Isaac Lahey always found the perfect private places to take his girls to. Good thing he was so predictable.

Stiles approached him quickly, tapping at his shoulder repeatedly as Isaac sighed and rolled his eyes, turning around to face Stiles with a swift and sharp motion.

"What!" He barked.

I need your help. Stiles waved his hands so fast Isaac almost missed the point.

"I don't know if you've noticed," Isaac said dryly, eyebrows coming together. "But I'm kind of busy at the moment." His chin pointed not-so-subtly at the girl he had against the wall, who looked at Stiles as if he was a very bothersome fly she was dying to squish. Stiles huffed out a nervous laugh and rubbed the back of his head.

Yeah, I know, man. He motioned with emphasis, blinking quickly as he glanced around the room. He brought his fist down onto his right palm with a harsher movement, urgent. But I really, really need your help.

"Can't Lydia do that instead?" Isaac sighed again as he tried his last resort and his hand dropped from the wall, but Stiles knew he already agreed.

Can't find her.

"Fine." Isaac hung his head for a moment and gave the girl - Stiles was pretty sure her name was Sasha - a short, apologetic look before turning back and following Stiles out of the room.

"Now," Isaac stopped right outside the door and slammed it shut, crossing his arms over his chest and giving his friend a narrowed, suspicious look. "What is so important you had to C-block me like that?"

Stiles shuffled nervously, trying to give Isaac an uncaring smile but failing miserably. It came off as lame and embarrassed, so Isaac just cocked an eyebrow. "Well?" He prompted.

I need you to find out who that guy is, Stiles motioned looking anywhere but in Isaac's eyes, a pale blush crawling up his neck. I've never seen him in this town. Stiles paused, fingers fumbling for a second before he continued quickly. He looked right at me, you know? With that weird look, like he's gonna eat me alive, and I'm freaking out! Also, he was very good looking, but also kind of dangerous and I need to know who he is before-

"Okay, okay I get it," Isaac placed his palm over Stiles' frantic hands, cutting his rambling off. "You've got a little crush going on over there-" He waved his hand lightly, gesturing at Stiles' direction and ignoring the annoyed huff the other boy let out in protest. "And okay. I'll ask around, see if anyone knows who he is. But first, we need to find him." Isaac sighed tiredly. "Show me who it is that caught your heart, Juliet." He smirked then. Stiles frowned and punched his arm, lips moving strangely, as if searching for his voice.

"A-uh" He tried, growling as he struggled around the sounds to get the word out. "Auh... sss, o- h-ho-l...l." He finished, panting and glaring daggers at his friend who waited patiently for him to throw his insult.

Isaac snorted, patting Stiles' back fondly. "Yeah, I am. Don't hurt yourself." He snickered, walking towards the crowded hall. "You coming or what?" He called.

Laughing, Isaac knew exactly what the middle finger Stiles aimed at him meant, sign language or not.

His leg bounced nervously as he waited at the farthest corner of the hall, completely out of sync with the music. He glanced around in expectation, spotting Lydia who was apparently intensively and shamelessly making out with Jackson Whittemore next to the D.J. station. He would have laughed if it wasn't for his stomach that was currently busy turning in excitement.

Stiles' eyes shot up when he saw Isaac re-appear behind the snack table and quickly walking towards Stiles, shaking his head. Stiles' heart dropped, and his hands flashed forwards quick and eager, Well?

"Nothing!" Isaac shouted over the music as soon as he was within hearing distance. "No one knows who he is. At least not anyone I asked."

Stiles' lips formed a silent 'oh', shoulders dropping in disappointment.

"I saw him when I went upstairs earlier, and you weren't lying - he is quite the looker." Isaac commented, leaning against the wall next to Stiles and crossing his arms, watching the couples swaying on the dance floor as a calmer song came along. "You have good taste in men, I'll give you that."

Of course I do. Are you surprised? Stiles gestured, arrogantly smirking up at the taller boy. Isaac shrugged.

"Well. If my services are no longer required, may I go back to my date?" He asked. "That is, if she's still here."

Stiles sighed. I suppose there is no reason for you not to. He waved slowly.

"Thanks." Isaac said and smiled reassuringly at Stiles as he detached himself from the wall and moved away. "Don't worry, buddy. He doesn't seem like a mass murderer."

I hope you're right.

And then he was alone again.

Isaac was gone, and when Stiles looked around again, he couldn't find Lydia nor Jackson anymore. The music changed again to a quicker, much louder song that he recognized as a Rolling Stones' and Stiles shook his head and went to get another drink, determined to not let his worries ruin the spring party for him.

His leg bounced in time with the catchy, jumpy song and he smiled as he watched people gather up on the dance floor to twist to the sound of the old music. He was just about to take a sip from his drink when a hand tapped lightly on his shoulder and he turned around, expecting to see Isaac there. He almost choked on his drink though when his eyes met electric-green, widening in surprise as he coughed to get his breath back.

"Would you like to dance...!" The guy in the leather jacket from before was grinning wolfishly down at him, barely heard over the way-too-loud music. Stiles stared at him suspiciously and tilted his head slightly in question, his eyes narrowed and heart racing.

"Oh, come on!" The guy smirked, taking the cup out of Stiles' hand and putting it aside before grabbing his hand. "It's a great song!"

Stiles hesitated. Up close and smiling, this mysterious guy didn't look much like a serial killer, and Stiles finally nodded, following him up to the dance floor. He could feel the lower beats of the jumpy music thump inside his chest, making his body ache to move and he squared his shoulders high. One dance, that's all he's gonna get, Stiles decided.

They were instantly swallowed by the crowd and the fast music. The guy was holding surprisingly gently onto Stiles' arm, swinging and twisting and swaying to the beats of music with such grace Stiles felt himself like he had sacks tied to his feet. Much to his embarrassment he tripped over nothing at least twice, and each time his dancing partner saved him from smashing his face on the floor with swift motions. He was smiling at Stiles nonetheless, trying to make him feel at ease.

"Why do I get the feeling you don't trust me?" The leather jacket guy shouted over the music, leaning into Stiles' ear. Stiles pulled away and eyed him suspiciously, eyebrows coming together in a frown. He shook his head and waved a hand around his ear to signal he wasn't going to yell back.

Not that he could.

Instead, he allowed himself to relax a bit and placed a hand on the guy's left shoulder, balancing himself as well as letting him know Stiles no longer thought he was going to murder him. He gave him a hesitant, shy smile, making the wolfish grin the guy wore widen instantly. It made his heart give an excited thump, and a faint shiver went through his body as they bounced to the beat of music.

Just when Stiles managed to get the hang of it though, the jumpy song ended and was replaced by a slower one, and the quiet melody of guitars and a piano filled the room. Couples were drawing closer to each other, their one dance was up, and Stiles was about to move away when the guy's strong arms suddenly pulled him close.

Stiles blinked in surprise, lips slightly parted with a soft gasp and a blush tinting his cheeks as those arms snuck around him, settling on his waist and pulling him flush against the leather guy's chest. The smirk he gave Stiles was cocky and suggestive, eyebrows arching up in expectation. Stiles kept his eyes fixated on the rise and fall of the man's chest as his blush turned deeper and darker, his heart racing, he placed his own arms around the guy's neck and back. One more dance, Stiles convinced himself. Just one more dance, and they're done.

They rocked gently to the soft sound of guitars, leaning closer and breathing slowly. Neither of them spoke or attempted to move away, and Stiles tried to regain some control over his rapid pulse as the guy's rough cheek almost brushed against his temple. He ran his fingers gently over the back of the guy's neck, feeling him shiver slightly under his touch.

"Weave, weave, weave me the sunshine out of the falling rain," The guy whispered in Stiles' ear in time with the song, making the teen suck in a breath and swallow hard as he felt the words on his skin more than heard them.

"Why did you run away?" The quiet voice whispered in his ear, warm breath ghosting over the sensitive skin of his neck and Stiles shuddered, tensing. He stayed silent, and he could feel the way the body beside him stiffened slightly, the warm breath disappearing as he pulled away. The guy looked into his eyes, searching for something with confusion written all over his face.

"It's okay," He said slowly, and Stiles could see disappointment hidden in those amazing green eyes as his hands reluctantly started sliding off of Stiles' waist. "We don't have to do... this." He gestured with one hand at the tiny space between them. "If you don't want."

Stiles winced. He started to kinda feel bad about the cold shoulder he gave the poor guy, while he was just trying to flirt with him. He tried to offer up a weak smile and a reassuring hand, but when that didn't bring the wolfish grin back, Stiles bit his lip and glanced around with a fluttering stomach, nervousness settling in and his heart pounding too fast at the idea that popped to his mind.

He took a deep breath, then closed his eyes and quickly leaned up, placing a short, soft kiss on the guy's lips.

The surprised moan he got from him made Stiles grin against the soft lips even before he opened his eyes again, and he barely had time to catch his breath when the man attacked his lips right back, inhaling sharply as his hand grabbed and tagged at the fabric of the back of Stiles' shirt.

"Wow..." The guy mumbled breathlessly when they pulled apart, and Stiles nodded in agreement, breathing deeply in an attempt to get rid of the blush he knew was on his face. It was a perfect first kiss, and Stiles didn't want it to end, his mouth still lingering close to the other's lips. The guy reached up, the back of his hand gently tracing Stiles' jaw-line as the boy looked down shyly, eyes focusing only on his lips, too embarrassed to meet his eyes.

Stiles blinked slowly, still in some kind of a glow. The song had changed again while they kissed, but they didn't even notice. A flash of strawberry-blonde hair caught his attention, and suddenly Lydia was smiling and waving at him with Isaac by her side, who was tapping at his watch impatiently. He waved back, and couldn't see Jackson anywhere, figuring he already left as well. Sighing, Stiles knew they were probably right - it was pretty late already, and he had to get up for school tomorrow morning, even though he had no idea how he was gonna do it. Maybe Scott was right to stay home tonight...

But he didn't want to leave just yet...

He looked up, as if suddenly remembering he was not alone. The guy gave him a questioning look when Stiles was suddenly ripped away from his arms by Lydia, who showed up next to them like a ghost.

Man, that girl had a grip.

Stiles shot him a quick, apologetic look while Lydia pulled at his arm and yelled a short, "Sorry about the C-block!" At the poor guy before marching away with Stiles at her heels. The man stared at them in total confusion and a bit of embarrassment, shifting uncomfortably.

"W-wait!" He tried to call after him, but the music was too loud and Lydia and Isaac were already disappearing in the crowd, with Stiles dragging behind them. "I don't even know your name...!"

He sighed when no one came back running, and glanced around, shoving his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket. Looking down in disappointment, he chewed at inside of his cheek.

"...I'm Derek, by the way." He mumbled to no one, then slowly turned away and left the place grumpily.

This party sucked anyway.

I thought of you and where you'd gone,
And the world spins madly on.

A/N: Warnings: Some kind of stress, maybe? Not exactly? Isaac being a complete asshole. Yeah, that's a warning. I guess.

Song used: "World Spins Madly On" / The Weepies.

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