"Do you think he'll care if I don't turn up?" asked Stiles, "Do you think he'll go to the shop?"

As per usual, Scott and Stiles were sat warming the bench at lacrosse practise. Scott replied, "I don't know, do you think he likes you? I couldn't tell on Saturday. He kept giving you mixed signals."

"I know!" exclaimed Stiles, "But then I think yesterday and on Sunday he was flirting with me, but my mind might be making things up to make me happy."

Scott shrugged and gave him a sympathetic look. He was getting a bit sick of discussing Derek Hale but after the amount of time Stiles has spent listen to him talk about Allison, Scott felt like he owed him one.

They turned their attention back to the field where Kira was lining up to take a shot against Danny in goal. Cora was stood behind her. They were the only two girls on the team.

"Maybe Derek will come watch us play to see Cora," wondered Stiles.

"And to see Kira too, they seemed quite close on Saturday…" he sounded slightly worried, "You don't think Kira and Derek like each other do you?"

Stiles shook his head wildly in response and cried, "No no no! Kira tried to set me up with Derek when she invited us to the movies. Plus we all know she likes you."

"You think so?" asked Scott who seemed to be blushing. He turned to look at Kira who spotted him watching her and waved at them.

Stiles wanted to groan but he held it in. It was so unfair. Why did everyone like Scott? Well he knew why really, Scott's great. His actual question was why did no one like him?

The boys got up to take some shots in goal and then they headed to the showers.

When they got out they headed to Stiles jeep since he was giving Scott a lift home. There they spotted Derek Hale in his beautiful Camaro. His window was rolled down and he seemed to be looking for some. Stiles assumed he was picking up Cora.

"He's over there," hissed Stiles getting that nervous butterfly feeling in his stomach, the feeling he got every time he saw him.

Being the opposite of casual, Scott looked around wildly and then, when he spotted him, stared straight at Derek. Derek noticed him pretty much straight away. He frowned at Scott confused but then he waved at him. Scott waved back.

"Oh shit, you're waving, is he waving? Should we go over?"

Instead of responding Scott just started walking over to Derek. "Hi Derek."

"Hi Scott, hi Stiles."

Somehow Stiles managed a weak and muffled hello in response.

Scott could see Stiles wasn't feeling up to talking so he asked, "Are you picking up Cora?"

"Yeah," he answered, "And Kira… there they are."

The girls were walking over to them, both with evil smiles on the faces when they spotted Stiles talking to Derek.

The pair said their hellos and then Cora suggested, "Derek is taking us for milkshakes now, you two should come."

Scott agreed immediately, on behalf of Stiles of course, it had nothing to do with the fact Kira would be there. They boys got into Stiles' jeep and followed the others to the diner that served the best milkshakes in Beacon Hills.

Somehow Stiles ended up sat next to Derek, legs pressed up against each other in the small booth. Kira and Scott were sat opposite with Cora fifth wheeling in a chair at the end.

Kira, Scott and Cora made most of the conversation, Stiles chipped in occasionally but he was so nervous sat next to Derek. Derek didn't speak.

"I'm sorry about TPing your house by the way," said Scott to Cora.

"That's okay," replied Cora, she turned to stare at Stiles, "At least someone apologised!"

Stiles protested, "I did apologise!"

"To Derek!"

"Oh yeah, I suppose, I did wake him up and hit him with toilet paper though."

"I guess." She smirked at Derek as if to say "why do you like him again?" Derek was blushing again under his sister's gaze.

When the group got up to leave, Stiles and Derek lingered near each other.

"So will I see you tomorrow?" asked Derek. Stiles wasn't sure how to respond, he spluttered a bit, staring at him confused, Derek clarified, "Are you working?"

"Yeah, yes, I am."

"Good."

"Good," Derek repeated. Stiles couldn't decide if he was flirting or not. "See you tomorrow."