this has been sitting in my ask box forever and i have no excuse except that writer’s block hit me like no tomorrow and i had no motivation. Whoops. Hope you all like it though.
“So, do you want to go to prom with me?” Peter freaking Hale
asked, leaning against Stiles’ locker like it was the most natural thing in the
world. Completely relaxed in a black v-neck that was too low-cut to be dress
code legal (damn sexist double standards) and jeans that hugged his hips in all
the right ways.
Not that Stiles was
noticing. He definitely was not admiring how attractive the boy standing before
Stiles let out a laugh. It’s such a tempting offer, but
it’s also ridiculous that he can’t believe that Peter is being honest. The most
popular kid in school, basket star, all-around perfect person, who before this
moment only had about maybe two conversations with Stiles, could not be serious. “I’m not falling for some team prank. Nice
For his part Peter actually looked surprised. “This isn’t
some joke. I mean it. I like you, Stiles.”
Stiles raised an eyebrow. “You don’t even know me.”
“I can get to know you. At prom, if you’ll have me.” Peter
flashed a smile. Stiles mentally groaned. He really wanted to put all instincts
aside and just say yes, but he couldn’t help but feel like if he agreed he was
walking into a trap.
Luckily for Stiles the bell rang and he didn’t have to turn
down the hot piece of man in front him again. Instead he just gave a smirk and
sprinted off to his next class leaving a disappointed Peter behind him.
It had been two days since Stiles encountered Peter. He was
pretty good at making himself undetectable if he didn’t want to be found, even
in a small school like Beacon Hills High. However, Peter seemed to be more than
capable at hiding-go-seek.
Stiles was making his way to his Jeep after a long, tortuous
day of classes that seemed like it would never end. He just wanted to go home
and relax for a bit. He did not want Peter leaning against the hood of his
precious Jeep. This time he was wearing a blue jersey and black shorts,
probably preparing for a basketball practice later on.
“What part of ‘no’ don’t you understand?”
Peter shrugged. “The part where it’s for a stupid, imagined,
“You can’t honestly expect me to believe that you want to go
to prom with me. It’s all some part of weird basketball versus lacrosse
mentality. You guys hate us because we are better and you think it’d be fun to
pull sometime of Carrie-revenge on
one of us.
Peter pushed himself off the Jeep and took a step towards
Stiles. “First off, basketball is so much better. Period. Secondly, let’s say
we did want to humiliate one you guys to prove a point. Don’t you think we
would pick a player that was actually good?”
“Hey, I scored the winning point in the championship game! And
I’m going to ignore that first comment for its blatant falseness.” Stiles replied.
A few seconds of silence fell between the two and for a second Stiles thought
that Peter was going to leave. It was then that he made a decision. “Also, if you were really serious about this
then you need to step up your promposal. Prom is coming up really soon and if
this is serious and not some prank or some ‘well absolutely everyone else in
school is taken, I guess I’ll go with the awkward kid” then I want a little
Stiles was pleased to see that Peter was also capable of the
one eyebrow raise. “Oh really?”
“I like to be wined and dined.”
“I’ll remember that.”
The next day Stiles opened his locker and was surprised, and
amused, to find it completely filled with Reeses. There was a sticky note
attached to the inside of the locker.
“Chocolate and peanut butter. A perfect combination
just like us. Prom?”