Cher Horowitz: one of the pairing is a spoiled, rich kid
When they pull up in front of the mansion, Stiles heaves an exaggerated sigh. Unfortunately, seventeen years of experience have made his father impervious to Stiles’ methods of persuasion.
“Stiles,” is all he says, and yup, that’s his classical zero tolerance for bullshit voice. Awesome. It’s incredible what a loaded message his dad can convey by only saying his name. This time, it’s “stop being a brat”, “behave or I’ll take your phone and laptop from you for a week” and “yes, you absolutely do have to”.
It’s the last one that Stiles really takes exception to. “Da-ad,” he whines.
His dad pinches the bridge of his nose. “We’ve had this discussion before, and we’re not having it again. As the sheriff of Beacon Hills, I have to maintain a good relationship with the mayor, and yes, that also means having the occasional dinner with Mrs Hale and her family.”
“I get that. I just don’t get why I have to come.”
“Look, I get that you and the Hale boy in your year aren’t exactly on friendly terms -”
Stiles snorts. Understatement of the fucking century. Derek Hale is self-centred and fucking spoiled brat who gets away with everything just because his mother’s position. No one cuts Stiles any slack just because he’s the sheriff’s son; but Derek can skip class and fail to hand in his homework on time and still get good grades. He can be super obnoxious in class and still have his ass kissed by all the teachers, even Harris. Harris, who hates everyone. Derek can break hearts left and right and yet girls and boys fall over themselves to get date with him, or even just have him smile at them. It’s fucking ridiculous. As is Derek’s car. Seriously, what eighteen year old boy is pretentious enough to drive a Camaro?
Derek fucking Hale, that’s who.
“- I expect at least a basic level of civility,” his father finishes. “Understood?”