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Derek Hale.
Captain of the Basketball Team, co-captain of the Lacrosse Team, reason behind the orgasms of many girls (and boys) and most importantly, Crush to a very nerdy, very shy, Stiles Stilinski.
But let's face it. How would very hot JOCK with a really nice Bod (and a ass that could cause a major seizure- if you asked Stiles - not that he would admit it.) look at him. HIM of all people.
Dereks known for attracting everyone- and I mean EVERYTHING to him.
Kinda like a girl on black Friday, who just got out of class early, and is practically flying to the mall. Stat.
Not like Stiles can complain, as he is EXACTLY the same way. Well not THAT exactally because for one, he aint no girl (duh).
And two....He has a Jeep.
Oh yeah.
But (sadly) back to reality, Stiles can only spend his days ogling his future boyfriend- he hopes- from afar; unlike the mess of makeup and hair extensions and just plain FAKE hanging around Derek like a zit that Just.Won't.Go.AWAY.
But wait..recent news just in and...
Shut the fucking fridge.
Derek Hale has a new GIRLFRIEND.
Oh this bitch hasn't seen any 147 pounds of Stilinski. And when she does....
She'll be running for the hills.
Oh yeah.