"YOU SO LIKE HER!" Stiles hissed.

"Wait... Who likes who now?" Lydia spoke up.

"Derek totally likes Y/n! Look at his face! He totally does."

"Shut up, Stiles," Derek growled.

"Aw!" Lydia cooed. "He does!"

"Man. Didn't see that coming," Isaac said. "Big bad ol' Derek likes-" Derek shot him a dangerous glare and Isaac turned, suddenly finding the wall interesting.

"Want me to help you get set up?" Scott asked. "She's my friend. I can do it."

Derek looked at Scott a very long time.

"He so wants you to," Stiles noted, smirking.

"Do you like her?" Scott asked.

"Yes!" Derek admitted, groaning.

"Derek likes Y/n! Derek likes Y/n! Derek likes Y/n!" Stiles kept going, dancing in a little curl e and Derek seemed closer and closer,loser to killing the boy the longer he continued.

"That so?" I asked, finally slipping in. Everyone's head whipped in my direction and eyes went wide. Isaac hid a laugh and Lydia and Scott looked away, similar looks on their faces, saying "oh shit..." Stiles was frozen, mid dance, and Derek was red as a tomato. I walked up to Stiles. He smirked at me sheepishly and I pushed him over. Derek busted up laughing but then caught himself, stifling it and straightening his face. "Shut up, Stiles," I said simply. I looked at Derek. "Now what was that? I think you were saying something about taking me on a date?" I asked, smirking.

Derek looked at Scott and smirked too. "Date. You. Me. Tomorrow?"

I nodded. "Sounds good." Then I left, but not before I heard Lydia.

"They're so Percy for each other I don't know why I didn't see it sooner."

I couldn't help but smile at that.