Not dating
Summary: Their friends and family start thinking that Stiles and Danny are dating, even though they aren't.
Disclaimer: I do not own or claim to own any part of "Teen Wolf" or its associated materials.
Danny sat in front of his computer, checking his e-mail again. Still nothing. Was Stiles going to e-mail him, like he said he would? Where had the other teen been tonight? The lacrosse game had gone well that night; Scott had even apologized-without-apologizing for his violent behavior earlier. The teen smiled as he remembered some of the nice goals the team had made. The team had pulled through and managed to work together well enough to make it to state, even with their missing members. Speaking of which…
…still no e-mails. Sighing, Danny sent Stiles a text.
Danny couldn't help feeling a little frustrated with Stiles. Normally, the other teen was a good lab partner: smart and punctual with his work, if a little annoying at times. Lately though, Stiles had seemed more distracted and Danny felt like he had to nag to make sure their work was done on time. So far, there hadn't been any problems, but Danny couldn't risk a missed report. He would wish that he was partnered with his best friend, but lately Jackson had been acting strange too. Even when Jackson and Lydia had started dating, the other teen made sure to spend some time with Danny. But now…
His phone buzzed, interrupting his thoughts. Stiles finally responded to his text.
I'll have the report done. Meet me at your locker tomorrow morning, before school.
Ugh. Danny knew that Stiles would do a good job on the report; he just hated that the other teen had left it to the last minute. What was going on? The Thursday lacrosse game had already made Danny nervous about the report due Friday. And that stunt Stiles had pulled earlier that day did NOT help the teen's credibility. Damn kid, using his cousin to bribe Danny into a misdemeanor. Though…
Shaking his head again, he headed to the bathroom to brush his teeth and get ready for bed. Not thinking about that. Just need to survive high school and then he can get out of here.
Stiles' mind was whirling. How was he still alive? How was Derek's uncle the Alpha? Where the heck did they both go? And why was that hospital so freaking empty?
His nerves were still jangling. The teen had been so certain he was going to die, staring into the eyes of Derek's not-so-comatose uncle. Weirdly enough, Stiles had a feeling that the psycho nurse would probably be the one that starring in his nightmares. She was just so damn…creepy. His fingers drummed on his steering wheel nervously, as he drove aimlessly, not really sure what to do. How many times had he felt close to death since Scott…
His phone buzzed, causing Stiles to jump a little in his seat. Pulling to the side of the road, he grabbed his phone. Please be Scott. Or even Derek. Or…Danny? Frowning, Stiles opened the message.
Where were you tonight? And did you finish your half of the chemistry report? It's due tomorrow.
Crap. He had totally forgotten about the report. It was started and he had been planning on finishing it. After, you know, Danny helped him trace the text message. Except then that led to the visit to the hospital. And then the whole "I'm gonna die" thing drove it out of his mind. At least the threat of dying almost made him forget missing his first lacrosse game. Almost.
Stiles sighed to himself. Why did life get so complicated? And why did it have to suck so much? What other teenager had to deal with all of this almost-dying-while-helping-his-best-friend-deal-with-being-a-werewolf-and-trying-to-stop-a-psychotic-werewolf-from-slaughtering-the-town…and then having to do homework after that? So not the glorious adventure the comics showed.
Huffing to himself, Stiles sent Danny a text, telling him he'll have his part of the report ready tomorrow morning and to meet at Danny's locker before school. Scott wasn't answering his phone. And given what he had caught of the conversation between Derek and Uncle Psycho Alpha…
Cursing softly under his breath, Stiles started his car again and headed towards the school. Deal with the werewolf problems first, make sure Scott is okay, and then homework. At least he might be able to avoid having to deal with his dad's uncomfortable questions about why he had missed his first lacrosse game. Stiles hated lying to his dad.
Damn it…