Warning: This fic contains cheating, violence, and death.
Derek Hale walked out of Beacon Hill's school doors for the millionth time. He was so tired of school; the routine, the teachers, the students. He wanted nothing more than to be running through the woods asserting his dominance over every other creature. He was a werewolf. Even better, he was an alpha. He had his own pack. He had never felt so powerful. But enough of that for now. He needed to go get ready. Now that he and Scott McCall, who had recently become a True Alpha, had taken care of Deucalion, and Derek's uncle Peter had dealt with Jennifer, the Darach, Lydia was throwing a party.
Parties weren't really Derek's scene, but he may as well celebrate. He got into his car and started to back out of his parking space when he saw Scott and his best friend Stiles Stilinski, the sheriff's son, walking to the school field. He, for some unknown reason, found himself staring at Stiles. Watching him as he walked, probably even checking him out. 'Dude what the hell are you doing?' He shook himself out of whatever trance he was in and drove himself home. He had things to do before he went to this party.
"Stiles, it's not even lacrosse season yet," Scott said, walking behind an ever-so-anxious Stiles to the field.
"Well you can never start practicing too early. You've got your wolf powers and stuff, but what do I have? I scored one goal last season. One. I wanna do a lot more than that this season. I hate being a bench warmer," Stiles explained as he felt someone's eyes on him.
"Ugh, okay, okay, fine. We will practice. But only for a little while, we have Lydia's party remember? Celebrating our new found victory?" Scott said with fake over enthusiasm.
"Psh, you agree like you have a choice, Scott," Stiles trailed off with a half chuckle as he stopped and looked around. All he saw were teens socializing and walking to their cars. And an empty parking spot. It looked familiar but he didn't really know why.
"Stiles!" he finally heard Scott calling him.
"Huh? Oh, what?" he replied, gathering his thoughts.
"You okay man? You were like completely zoned," he asked in a mockingly concerned way.
"Oh, yeh, I'm good. Now let's do this!" he spoke loudly and jumped a bit to hype himself up before thy started.
"Stiles.." Scott said as he threw a ball in front of them, "I'm gonna kick your ass," he chuckled as they charged onto the field.
"Oh honey, don't wear that shirt, it's atrocious," Scott's mother, Melissa McCall, said gingerly as he pulled on his shirt.
"What? Chicks dig this shirt!" he replied in a playfully cocky way.
"No, Scott, they don't," she laughed. It was good to see her laugh again, they had been through so much lately.
"I think it looks great," Scott's dad, Tyler McCall, said as he appeared int the doorway. After all of their latest supernatural-like drama,, he had stuck around. Which Scott was clearly not too pleased about, especially since he lived with he and his mom.
Looking at his father for a moment, completely straight faced, he pulled the shirt off and dropped it on the floor.
"Think you're right mom. What about the blue one you got me?" he asked.
"Oh I love that one! Try it on, let me see," she smiled.
Scott kissed his mother goodbye and walked over to Stiles, who was waiting in his car.
"Dude, I thought you were going red and i was going blue," Stiles said, noticing Scott's shirt.
"Changed my mind," Scott said after a moment, then added, "Now we match," with a smile that made Stiles blush a little. He let out a laugh to cover it up and started the drive to Lydia's house.
"OUT!" yelled Derek to Peter.
"Yes, I know. But where? Maybe I'd like to tag along, did you ever think of that tough guy?" he said mockingly.
"I'm sure you have better things to do. Besides, I'm not staying out too long," Derek mumbled.
"Oh look at me, I'm Derek and I wanna look like a loner tough guy so I'm not gonna stay the whole party," Peter teased.
"Shut it will you," Derek rolled his eyes. "How did you know about the party anyways?"
"Are you kidding me? I knew about this party before it was even planned," he said with a smirk that made Derek shoot him a look.
"Don't worry! I'm not up to anything, gosh I'm way past that now. Promise," he responded with a sly smile as he sat down on a couch they had recently added to their abandoned building apartment.
"Whatever, I'll be back later," Derek called as he shut their door and took the elevator down.
'Hopefully he'll go out or something so maybe I can sneak back in later tonight..' he thought to himself. He needed to talk to Stiles. Not about anything urgent, he just wanted to.
"Don't try to be cute with me, Scott. I don't feel like playing games with you tonight," Stiles mumbled as he scanned the living room of Lydia's house. He was looking for someone, he just hadn't figured out who it was yet.
"What do you mean you don't want to play my games tonight?" Scott retorted with clear sass in his voice as he looked around, trying to see if he could pick up what Stiles was looking at. He, of course, saw nothing because Stiles was just denying the truth; He wanted Scott. And Scott, of course, knew that.
Scott grabbed Stiles' chin and turned his face so he'd be looking at him.
"I'm right here sweetie," he smiled. Stiles shooed his hand away and tried to ease past but Scott threw up a muscled arm against the wall to block his path and pushed himself closer to Stiles. "Going somewhere?" he teased.
"Yeh, to get something sweet. Think I smelt cookies.
"Well," Scott began as he grinded his hips on Stiles, "My lips are pretty sweet. As you may know."
"No, as a matter of fact I wouldn't because this little bitch likes to tease. Excuse me," he said as he pushed past Scott who was just left there gawking as Stiles made his way through the crowd to the island table in the kitchen. He had never rejected Scott, or stood up to him before. His heartbeat was steady even when Scott was forcing himself on him.. What was going on? Well, he'd think about that later. He saw Allision Argent and decided he'd take a break.
"Hey Allison," he called.
Stiles watched Scott make his way over to Allison from the island table near the morons funneling booze. It hurt him seeing how Scott could so easily forget about him. They had been best friends for the longest, then Stiles came out of the closet to him after finally coming to terms with it himself when Lydia kissed him a while back, and Scott just went all weird. He started teasing Stiles and playing mind games. It was a pain in the ass because Scott could tell that Stiles was attracted to him and he couldn't even lie about it because Scott could hear his heart beating. How unfair was that..
But it hurt Stiles even more to go along with the games that Scott was playing. He couldn't let it keep getting to him. One day he'd feel like he had a solid chance with Scott and the next it was the complete cold shoulder. Stiles had decided that he would take his balls back form Scott's back pocket and stand up for himself. He deserved way better than to be treated like some toy. He wanted more than that too. Well, he wasn't sure what he wanted, but he knew it wasn't that. He wasn't some cheap booty call either, as Scott had tried on many occasions to turn him into one.
Stiles was cut off mid-mind-rant by someone bumping into him and knocking his drink over.
"Whoa man, I'm sorry haha," some half-stoned half-wasted teen said as he took a whole roll of paper towels off of the counter and put it on top of the puddle.
"Dude, it's fine, I got it," he replied halfheartedly as he trashed the roll and grabbed a new one form under the sink. He and Lydia had been hanging out a bit more since he had come out, so he knew where just about everything in her house was.
He finished cleaning up the mess and walked upstairs to look out of a window that was on the side of the house in the hallway. "Dude, your dad is the sheriff.. What are you doing at this party? You don't even have anyone to talk to," he whispered to himself as he set his drink down on the windowsill and leaned against the wall. "Your own best friend would rather whore around than hang with you.. You're pathetic," he hung his head and shoved his hands into his pockets.
Just as he was about to turn and leave, he heard a gentle voice behind him that would've scared him half to death had it not been so soothing.
"Hey."
He turned to see a smiling Derek standing a few feet away holding two canned Dr. Peppers. He swore he could've melted at the sight.
"Hey," he barely whispered back.