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Stiles was going crazy! Derek was everywhere. It ad only been 4 days since he had decided to avoid Mr. GrumpyFrumpumpkins and yet, it was much harder than he expected. He hadn't even realized how many times a day he could see Derek until now. Stiles wanted very badly to strike up a conversation with him but he hadn't really handled his own desires yet. It should have been simpler. In theory, he would simply acknowledge that he wasn't Derek's type, Derek was not interested in him, accept this and move on.

Unfortunately, Derek Hale is very hard to move on from. Especially because his stupid perfect body was everywhere that Stiles went! Stiles had wanted to ask Scott about going to a movie but Derek and Scott's puppy-dog boyfriend were there. He wanted to ask Erica about some homework but Derek was tutoring her. Stiles wanted to ask Lydia about how to get over someone with melt worthy qualities but Jackson was there. Okay, in fairness that had nothing to do with Derek but it had still gotten under Stiles' pale skin.

He was exhausted after running away from Derek today. Flopping onto his bed without a care, Stiles sighed heavily. He hadn't thought he liked Derek this much. He contemplated how to fix this but he was at a loss. He didn't really understand what the problem was. It wasn't like Derek knew about his feelings. He had been very discreet... minus the ogling, and the butt comment, and the outright drooling. Okay, maybe not so discreet. But Derek seemed to be dense when it came to attention. He hardly ever noticed when girls were staring at him or flirting while sticking out their chests and twirling their hair and touching his arms... his gorgeous, muscular arms which could probably lift a truck without a problem.

Stiles shook his head. Say no to sexy thoughts, he reprimanded himself, you are not a complete horn dog at the will of your libido!

Yes he was.

He grabbed his phone and hit Scott's contact before pushing the green square under his screen. He thought about how fun pushing buttons was while the phone rang out. Thank god for elevators. They had unlimited button possibilities! He was mumbling about buttons when the ringing stopped.

"H-hello?"

Why did his voice sound so strange?

"Hey-ya buddy, ol' pal, ol' friend. What are you doing?"

The sound of fabric rustling and whispers and shushing could be heard. "I'm not really doing much."

It was rushed and Scott's breathing was heavy, his asthmatic lungs forcing him to pant.

"You okay? You sound like you ran a marathon."

"I'm fi-ine!" His voice went a bit too high. Stiles heard a muffled 'stop that' and suddenly he got the picture.

"Oh gross! Scott keep your weird homoerotic love sessions to yourself. Don't answer the phone if Isaac has his hands down your pants, you asshole!" Stiles hung up and without thinking dialed another number. He didn't wait for the recipient to answer.

"You find a way to control those teenage angst rabbits or so help me I will find a way to castrate all of you!"

"Stiles?"

Oh shit... he just sort of dialed wthout thinking... Scott had slipped Stiles Dereks number one day at lunch and somehow Stiles had managed to memorize it.

"Uhm... no? No,this is... Carlos?" Was that a good fake name? Was it too late to adopt a poor accent?

"Stiles." Derek's voice was low and the brunette thought he heard mild amusement.

"I just... Scott answered his phone while your brother was doing unmentionables." Stiles rushed out trying to explain his sudden outburst.

Derek laughed. Oh god, that laugh. It went straight to Stiles' everything. He felt warm and flushed and giddy. Derek's laugh is probably what made the sun rise. It was short and deep and perfect and Stiles thought that Derek should definitely laugh more. It would improve his sour disposition.

"I'll see what I can do."

"Good. That's... good. It's good. You should do that." Stiles didn't want to hang up but he knew that the butterflies currently wreaking havoc in his stomach would never settle if he didn't.

"I havn't seen you in a few days. Where have you been?"

"Nowhere. Around. Ya know... stuff."

Shit.

"Stiles, are you avoiding me?" Derek ounded very much like he could do violent things at the moment.

"No?"

"I can tell when you're lying, Stiles."

Stiles hung up without a second thought and paced around his room. Such a bad idea. He was an idiot. You do not call the guy you're trying to get over. Huge mistake, massive even. He ran his hands over his face and mumbled to himself in a panic. Well, there goes the rest of the plan. Stiles would never speak to Derek again. He would avoid him for the rest of forever and his children would avoid Derek's children and hi grandchildren would avoid Derek's grandchildren and their families would be enemies for eternity.

Stiles sighed. He grabbed his keys and went to the jeep. This kind of moping required junk food in suffocating amounts.

Curly fries, comfort me!

It's been a while! I need to do a massive update and hopefully finish this asap.

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