Chapter Twenty Four- Miguel

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"You want me to do what?" Danny exclaimed as Stiles had explained what he was really there for. "I came here to help Rosie with a boy crisis with someone on the lacrosse team. That's what friends do."


At the mention of a boy on the lacrosse team Stiles immediately knew it had to be Sam. Obviously his triumphs to stop her getting hurt didn't work as she wanted to blindly get things back on with him.


"And we will talk about that, once you trace the text." She pleaded with him.


"What makes you think I know how?"


"I looked up your arrest report, so..." Stiles entered his knowledge into the conversation.


"I- I was 13. They dropped the charges." Rosie gave him puppy dog eyes as she pouted her lip. "No we are helping you so come on."


Rosie sat on the bed and huffed as Stiles rolled his eyes. Danny followed her and sat beside her but looked weirdly at the strange 20-year-old man in the room who had said nothing.


"Who's he again?"


"My cousin...Miguel." The girl saw the reaction from Derek and knew he was not happy with being made up as related to Stiles.


"Is that blood on his shirt?"


"Yeah yes. Well he gets these horrible nose bleeds. Doesn't he Stiles?" Erratically Stiles nodded. "Hey Miguel, thought Stiles told you you could borrow one of his shirts."


Annoyed, Derek slammed the book he had in his hands shut and got up to walk to the dresser while taking of his shirt, exposing his abs.


"We both know that you have the skills to trace the text so..."


"Stiles." Everyone turned around to a now fully shirtless Derek which was rather pleasing to both Rosie and Danny's eyes. In his hands was one of Stiles shirts and compared to him looked like it could fit a 4 year old and definitely not him. "This... no fit."


"Then try something else on." As he turned around, he noticed the lingering stare which Danny had on Derek. "Hey that one looks pretty good huh? What do you think Danny?"


"Huh?" Distracted Danny replied.


"The shirt."


"Its..." Danny examined Derek as he stood there with a scowl on his face. "Its not really his color."


"You swing for a different team but you still play ball, don't you Danny boy?" Stiles said making Rosie smile but tried to hide it.


"Youre a horrible person."


"I know it keeps me up at night." Changing the subject Stiles said, "Anyway, about the text..."

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