if this be error and upon me proved (Teen Wolf, Derek/Stiles)

Something sleek and black and completely out of place catches Stiles’s eye as he heads up the stairs to the main entrance of Beacon Hills High School. He stops and flails, punching Scott in the arm to get his attention.

“Ow!”

Stiles doesn’t even look over at Scott, he just grabs Scott by the shirt and drags him over so that Scott can see what he sees. “Look! Look, look, look.”

Scott wrenches himself out of Stiles’s hold and frowns. “Yes, it’s a parking lot. Was that really worth hitting me for?”

Stiles rolls his eyes and turns briefly to look at Scott and then pointedly at the car that caught his attention. Scott shakes his head and gives Stiles a confused look. Stiles gestures dramatically at the car.

It’s like a light goes off in Scott’s head. His moment of clarity swiftly changes into a frown. “What? That’s it? A car?” Scott turns and heads inside. Stiles scrambles to follow.

“It’s not just ‘a car’, Scott, that was a Camaro. A new Camaro, or at least relatively new. They just started making them again two years ago.”

“Yay? It’s just a car, dude. So another rich kid got a sports car for his birthday. I don’t see you drooling over Jackson’s Porsche.”

“That’s because Porsches are overpriced pieces of junk. They just don’t have the history of the Camaro. Did you see the forty-fifth anniversary edition Chevy did? Admittedly, a bit of a letdown, but still, how can you compare a car with forty-five years’ worth of history with a Porsche?”

Scott gives Stiles a look before opening his locker. “I don’t really know much about cars, Stiles. There’s a reason I drive a motorcycle.”

Stiles snorts. “Yes. To impress- Hey, Allison!” He smiles as she joins them and makes the obligatory gagging noises when Scott and Allison kiss.