Something Like Okay (Teen Wolf, Derek/Stiles)

Stiles sat at the top of the bleachers and stared down at the crowd below. They seemed happy, boisterous, so opposite Stiles’ own mood. He hated these ceremonies. They were pointless. He shouldn’t even be here, but his dad was the Sheriff so he had to go.
He was going to get flak for it, like he always did. They’d say he was being pretentious, like he was reaching above his station.

“You okay?” Stiles turned and blinked in surprise. A hot older man in a leather jacket took a seat next to him. Stiles was smitten.

“Yeah.” He looked away before he could start blushing, or worse, say something stupid. He always said stupid things in front of his crushes.

“This your first choosing ceremony?” The hot guy asked.

Stiles shook his head. “No. You?”

The guy nodded. “Yeah. I just got back from college in New York.”

What would that be like, so far away from the classmates that picked on him? He couldn’t wait to be free of Beacon Hills and its bullies. “Was it nice there?” Stiles asked.

“It wasn’t home,” the man said, a wistful look in his eye.

“Shouldn’t you be down there?” Stiles asked, nodding to where people flocked around Cora. There was supposed to be another Hale here today.

“No.” The guy shook his head. “I like it up here. What about you? Why aren’t you going after Cora?”

“She terrifies me,” Stiles admitted. “I’d probably get punched just for saying hello.” Jocks surrounded her. He’d never get close.

“She wouldn’t punch you,” the man scoffed.