...Just take this I don't even know, enjoy.

Betaed by Dances-like-flames who dared me put Derek in a kilt and I WILL! BE WARNED THERE WILL BE KILT DEREK ONE DAY! ONE DAY! I SWEAR!

It's A Prompt Fest!

Chapter 10: Hales are Alive AU & Stilesexual!Derek Hale

Derek kept his eyes focused on the textbook in front of him. All around him students mulled around but none dared to approach the entire two tables near Derek, the air around him hostile and uninviting.

"So what happened with you and Paige?"

Derek looked up from the chemistry book in front of him and scowled at the grin on his best friend's face. "Like you don't know."

Parrish's grin widened as he set his tray down in front of Derek's book. "Oh, everyone knows."

"Everyone knows?"

Erica and Boyd both sat down to either side of Derek, their trays lightly tapping against the surface of table. Erica's red lips pulled back. "Of course they do. What was wrong this time? Was her hair not the right shade of brown? Were her eyes not amber?"

"Did she not have the right kind of moles?" Parrish joined in.

Derek rolled his eyes and turned to look at Boyd for back up. Boyd paused, a chip hovering near his face. His eyebrow rose. "Does she not talk nonstop?"

His head hit the table. "I hate all of you."

"We're your best friends, you have to hate and love us."

Parrish sat down and kicked Derek's leg. "Seriously, how many girls is that?"

"Isn't it 8?"

Boyd frowned. "I thought it was 10."

"It's 10," Derek muttered as he picked up his head from the table.

Parrish shook his head. "And all of them were brown haired and brown eyed. Derek, why don't you just ask him out before you become a player?"

"No!" He hissed under his breath, glancing around paranoid.

Everyone stared at him blandly. Erica picked up her fork. "If Stiles ends up going out with someone else it's going to be your fault. He may be obnoxious and loud, but he's not too bad to look at."

Derek's head swirled. "What do you know?"

She smiled sweetly. "Lots of things, and I know that a few, well more than a few, girls like the sheriff's kid. Better get your ass moving, because it's not just girls that want his ass either."

"Whose ass are you guys talking about?" Everyone looked up as Laura and Cora set their trays down and sat down. Laura glanced at everyone curiously.

"Stiles' ass."

Cora's nose scrunched as she picked at her tray. "Can we not do this when I'm eating?"

Laura ignored her sister. "It's a nice ass, isn't it? I mean for a kid that doesn't actually ever play on the team, it's a fine piece of ass."

"I know, right?"

"Stop talking about Stiles' ass." Derek glared, he turned to Boyd. "Do you not care that your girlfriend is talking about another guy?"

Boyd shrugged. "It's stability, I trust Erica."

Erica got up and hugged Boyd from behind and kissed his cheek. Boyd's lip twitched, into a small smile, he turned and pressed a soft kiss to her cheek in return.

Laura shook her head fondly and continued. "Just because you're in love with him and only him, doesn't mean we can't check out his ass or that nobody checks out his ass. You don't have a monopoly on him, baby brother," Laura taunted she turned back to Erica. "So what about Stiles?"

"Just that Derek should grow a pair and confess because although Stiles has many talents that repulse people, he does have people that like him, both male and female."

"You know what, why don't you go and–"

"Scott!" Derek's head quick jerked to the side at the sound. Scott quickly dashed by them, all the way to the other side of the room. Panting harshly, he clawed at his pocket and pulled out his inhaler, taking giant asthmatic breathes. Stiles quickly crashed into the cafeteria, his shoes skidding to a rough stop. He teetered precariously on the tips of his toes, his arms flapping up and down wildly before he tipped over and fell straight into Derek's lap, his legs falling across Boyd's lap. Everyone froze and silently stared. Derek very slowly blinked, his hand hovering near Stiles' shoulders. What? What the Hell?

Stiles let out a groan and opened one eye, he lips pulled back into a relieved smile and he let out a laugh. "I totally thought I'd hit a garbage can. Didn't think I'd hit the all American all-star Hale and dude, you are like built." Stiles patted Derek's chest and let out a low whistle. "So built. Anyways, thanks for–SCOTT DON'T YOU DARE RUN! YOU CAN ONLY GO SO FAR BEFORE YOUR ASTHMA KICKS IN!" Stiles scowled and shifted, ending up sitting in Derek's lap more snugly. Derek clenched his eyes shut and waited for him to get off. His sisters and his friends tried to stifle their laughter, watching Derek's face change to several different shades of red and soon as Stiles had gotten off and ran over Scott they all burst out in hysterical laughter. Laura and Cora leaned on each other for support.

Laura gasped. "Did you see his face?"

Cora struggled to breath.

Derek scowled but the tips of his ears burned. He grabbed his bag and shoved everything into his backpack and quickly stood to leave.

"Where are you going?" Parrish asked breathless.

His ears burned harder, he avoided everyone's eyes. "Nowhere."

Erica smirked lewdly. "You're going to the washroom, aren't you?"

"I–" Derek ran leaving behind him the screeching and howling laughter. He hated his friends and his sisters. He really hated them. As he reached the door he paused and glanced over his shoulder, his eyes drawing themselves to animated limbs and an impish smile and eyes that glinted in a secret promise, he shuddered and rushed out.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-

"So I heard you got a lap full of the sheriff's son today. Tell me, was it legal or should we expect the sheriff any moment?" Derek choked into his glass of milk. Peter smirked. Derek whirled his head to the side and glared at his sisters who merely grinned.

"You told him?!"

Laura shrugged and leaned her arms against the back of the couch. "Yup, because who else can make this better if not our dearest uncle and his sass."

Peter bowed. "Thank you my lovely niece, I'll make sure that show is enjoyable and embarrassing, oh so embarrassing." He schooled his face and turned back to Derek. "Would that count as first base or second base?" he questioned innocently.

"MOM!"

Talia peeked her head through the kitchen door and frowned. "Peter, leave him alone!" Derek let out a sigh, at least it was– "Did you enjoy it though?"

Derek's eyes widened.

Cora's eyes glinted mischievously "Oh, he enjoyed it. He enjoyed it enough to go straight to the–" Derek bolted and ran upstairs into the room. He locked his door and slid to the ground, the screeching laughter of his family echoing behind him. He buried his head in between his knees, why did everyone keep doing this?! Was it really so funny he had a crush on the sheriff's kid? Was it really that funny? He let out a groan; everyone was an asshole, his friends and his family. Especially his family.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-

Derek tossed his chemistry textbook into the locker and bent down to pick up his English textbook. He glanced up for a moment and quickly did a double take. There, near a corner of the lockers, Stiles stood, his back turned towards him, but who was that with Stiles? Derek turned to get a better look and his grip on the book slacked, a girl. Stiles was with a girl. A girl with long black hair and a smile that dimpled, she brushed her hair out of her face and laughed.

If Stiles ends up going about with someone else it's going to be your fault...

Stiles leaned closer and whispered something to her that caused her to laugh even harder and he wanted to say she was ugly, someone that wouldn't look good next to Stiles, but no, she was pretty. She had a simple beauty to her, and when she smiled it was sweet and warm. It wasn't like those other girls that rolled their eyes at Stiles or snickered, she understood what made Stiles so attractive, his humor and general enthusiasm about the strangest things. She genuinely found Stiles funny.

I know that a few, well more than a few, girls like the sheriff's kid.

He didn't doubt for a moment that girls and guys liked Stiles, but he didn't think he'd see something like this. The girl bit her lip and nodded to something and from the way she blushed it could only be for one thing and then Stiles hugged her tightly, wrapping his arms around her shoulders.

"Derek?" He tore his eyes away from the scene and turned to look in front. Parrish glanced at Derek's face and frowned in concern, he gently grasped his friends shoulder and squeezed. "What's wrong?"

"Stiles–" he swallowed and nudged his head behind him. Parrish stepped past Derek and looked in the direction he had indicated in and let out a soft, "oh." His eyes misted over in sympathy, he smiled gently and grabbed Derek's shoulder again. "Hey, that doesn't mean anything, okay? They could be talking about a project or something, or a party, it doesn't mean anything."

His cheeks were weighed down with lead as he forced himself to smile. "You're right, it could be nothing."

"Derek," Parrish said sternly, "don't think of the worst, okay? Just don't. Hey, promise me something?"

"What?"

"If this turns out to be nothing, will you tell Stiles you like him?"

"And if it doesn't?"

"I didn't ask you that."

They both stared at each other, Derek slowly nodded. "Okay."

Parrish smile brightly. "Promise?"

Derek couldn't help himself, his best friend made everyone smile. "Promise."

"Come on, let's get to class." Parrish grabbed Derek's bag and textbook, pushing him towards their class. Derek glanced over his shoulder for a fleeting second to find Stiles gone. His chest constricted and he quickly looked back. It would be okay...wouldn't it?

-.-.-.-.-.-.-

Derek despondently poked at his pizza, his head lazily propped up by his hand. He let out another mournful sigh. "Tell me you love me and I'm your best friend."

"...No."

Parrish rolled his eyes but his grin stayed excited and joyful. "You will after I tell you Beacon Hills High's newest couple is Scott McCall and Allison Argent."

Derek tilted his head and raised an eyebrow. "I care because?"

"Oh you will." Parrish grabbed Derek's head between his hands and jerked it to the side. There on the far side of the cafeteria was Scott and some girl he didn't know, some girl who–his eyes widened. "Because that's Allison Argent. Now tell me you love me and I'm your best friend."

"I love you and you're my best friend."

Parrish let out a laugh. "Well Stiles is sitting in front of his locker and won't be leaving anytime soon, so you remember our promise?"

Derek smiled and nodded. He quickly got up and hugged Parrish tightly before he ran out. Parrish shoved his hands into his pockets and rocked on his heels, smiling lightly boyish and free. "Good luck, buddy."

-.-.-.-.-.-.-

A shadow blocked out the light descending over the book in front of him, Stiles looked up in confusion, the highlighter dangling in his mouth bobbing with his moment.

"Go out with me."

The highlighter clattered to the ground as Stiles gaped.

Derek cleared his mouth and rubbed the back of his neck. "I mean, I like you and I'm wondering if you'd like to go out."

Stiles' mouth opened and closed. "You're gay?!" he squawked.

"No. It's just you."

"It's just me?" Stiles repeated. "You mean–"

"Yeah, just you, you're the only guy I want or have even thought about," Derek said softly, he took in a deep breath. "So do you want to?"

"I um–yes." Stiles swallowed and licked his lip, nodding. "Yeah, I would like that."

Derek's face broke out into a grin of pure happiness and bliss. "I'll pick you up at seven?"

"Yeah," Stiles muttered breathlessly a little dazed by Derek's smile.

"Do you mind if I sit with you?"

"No," Stiles said quickly, "not at all." He started moving everything around, flustered and a little caught off guard. Derek joined him, sitting close enough that their shoulders touched. Stiles bit his lip and gave him a small grin. Derek slowly reached over and tangled his fingers with Stiles' wedging them into the gaps between Stiles' fingers. Stiles tentatively squeezed back, his cheeks a little red just like the tips of Derek's ears. The two of them spent all of lunch together unmindful of the people that passed both surrounded by a warm and intimate air, somehow creating a place just for them, on the floor in front of Stiles' locker. Both obvious and unaware to the curious glances they received, sharing glances and soft smiles.