May I Interest You in an Apology Muffin?
Sadly, I don’t remember who reblogged this prompt and brought it to my attention. The original source is here, though.
Sterek, T, 1.5K words
‘i didn’t want to tell my friend who my real date last night was so i just pointed at a random stranger (you) but now they’re storming over to interrogate you and you’re playing along??? okay’ au
“Tell me, tell me, tell me,” Scott chanted, and Stiles rolled his eyes.
“No,” he hissed, scooting his chair closer. “And be quiet, people are looking at us.”
“Fine,” Scott sighed. “Then if you won’t tell me who it was, why was the date so bad?”
“He was rude,” Stiles said, which was not a lie. “He was late and just kind of a dick.”
Scott frowned at him. “Sorry, man, that sucks.”
“Yeah, story of my life, right?”
Scott nodded solemnly, full of the appropriate bro-sympathy. “So who was it?” he blurted out.
Stiles groaned and scrubbed a hand through his hair.
Honestly? He’d gone out with this guy that Scott knew, some super-hot water polo player from his econ class that Scott had done a project with. Scott had warned Stiles off of him, repeatedly, because he was apparently a big jerk who couldn’t even make his share of the PowerPoint slides. But Stiles didn’t listen, and he said yes when the guy had asked him out. Annnd he was just as terrible as Scott said. Stiles just wasn’t in the mood for Scott’s I-told-you-sos.
“No,” he emphasized. “I’m not telling you.”
“Why not?” he said, with a little pout.
Stiles screamed a little inside his head and took a glance around the coffee shop, trying to think of a diversion. “Because he’s here,” he hissed, and Scott’s eyes widened as he craned his neck.
“Wait, seriously? Who is it? C’mon, just tell me.”
“Uh…,” Stiles said, buying for time while he looked around as surreptitiously as possible. “That guy over there,” he whispered finally, jerking his chin toward the dark-haired guy three tables over, a guy so hot that Stiles’ only chance with him would most definitely be in an imaginary scenario.
Scott looked over his shoulder at the guy and got that determined glint in his eye that Stiles recognized, just about three seconds too late. Scott was gonna do something that he thought was heroic but was actually dumb.
“Scott!” he hissed, grabbing for his backpack and nearly knocking over their coffee cups in his haste to follow him. “Oh, holy shit.”
“Hey!” Scott said, tapping the guy’s shoulder and jerking his thumb over his shoulder at Stiles. “Why were you such a jerk to my friend on your date last night?”