Derek pulling into the college parking lot. He gets out of the Camero, sighing in annoyance that he had to come pick up Stiles for the pack meeting cause the stupid Jeep crapped out again. Pre-relationship because Derek still thinks of him as an annoying little asshole. Or at least he did, until this moment.
When he looks up and sees Stiles talking to some fraternity bro. The guy is tall and muscular and handsome. Standing over Stiles, bracketing him against the wall with one arm, body leaning too close to the beta for Derek’s liking.
And Stiles is grinning. His eyes sparkling mischievously in the sunlight, his body pressed back against the brick but lax and easy going.
He balls his fists and tunes his hearing onto the two and catches their conversation.
“Come on. Ditch your tutor and come to the party with me. You get the best scores in class anyways.” Frat boy says.
“Thanks, but really I can’t. Maybe a rain check.”
“Second time you’ve turned me down Stilinski.” The guy pouts.
“Yeah, well you never know. Maybe third times the charm.” Stiles says smoothly back, slipping under the arm and scanning the cars for Derek.
Derek is relieved but it only lasts a moment. When he sees the guy grab Stiles wrist and spins him back around, face now turned down in a frown. “No one likes a cocktease.”
Derek is moving before he realizes what he’s doing but he only makes it half way when Stiles lifts his knee up, slamming it into the guys groin.
“Doesn’t feel like it would be worth the effort.” Stiles snarls dangerously as the man crumbles. “Touch me again and I’ll cut off whatever’s left of your dick and make you choke on it.”
The beta turns and his face morphs, eyes flashing from dangerous slits to doe-eyed happiness when he finds Derek in the crowd.
“Sourwolf!” Stiles coos, waving. And once again he’s all flailing limbs and dorky movements as he bounds up to the alpha. “You’re late!”
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