Howling. Months ago, the howling outside his window wouldn't have made any difference to Stiles, but now that he knew the things he did, it was different. It no longer sent a chill up his spine... no, now he was mostly annoyed because he knew exactly who was howling - it was either Scott, his best friend, but most likely Derek. That guy... Sometimes Stiles wished he had let him drown in the pool and hadn't been too nice and got him out of it... Okay fine, maybe he didn't really wish it, but that didn't mean that he didn't fantasize about it more than once.

No, he didn't fantasize about other things involving Derek Hale, thank you very much, no matter how many times Danny had tried to insinuate it. He was in his house half-naked ONCE and the only reason why Stiles had payed any attention to that was because it had been useful. Danny could be such an asshole sometimes.

He stood up, his pajama pants halfway up his thigh because he was a bit of a restless sleeper and opened his window so he could peek outside and yell. "Shut the hell up you bastards, I'm trying to sleep."

Then, he went back to bed, pulled the sheet up over himself and groaned loudly. Was it just him or had the howling intensified?

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That morning, Stiles was not a happy bunny. He hadn't slept very well, Scott was moping about Allison not talking to him and Lydia was together again with Jackson. Yeah, things weren't going so great for Stiles and he just wanted to run into a wall. He didn't do it of course, that would hurt like a bitch, but he thought about it, repeatedly, especially in economics... the class didn't help at all. Jackson and Lydia kept giving each other pretty disgusting looks of bliss and Scott looked like an injured puppy while Stiles was left to wonder where he had gone wrong...Why did bad things happen to reasonably good people?

When the class was over and he walked to his lockers with Scott someone almost ran him over and as he tried his best to steady himself and not fall on his ass the person was already gone. Stiles thought he had recognized the guy though which only made it worse.
"Dammit." He said as he steadied himself with Scott's help "Has everyone gone nuts?"

"Yeah, I think they have Stiles." his best friend said with a resigned shrug of the shoulders.

Stiles huffed slightly and walked to his locker, still trying to figure out who had ran into him when he saw it was completely wrecked. Someone had forcefully tried to open it and the door was all twisted. Looked like someone had ripped it open...but no human could have done that without a hammer or something and that would've definitely caused a lot of noise. No, whoever had done it, had used their bare hands.

Stiles glared at the door and then looked at Scott who was staring at the door with a look that obviously said he was innocent, not that he doubted his best friend. So, the person to blame was another werewolf, surely... another member of Derek's pack, that's why he had thought he recognized him.

"Who do you think did that?" Scott asked.

"I'm not sure but we both know no ordinary person, wink wink, could do it." He grabbed the locker door and absent-mindedly moved it back and forth - it squeaked rather loudly and irritating so soon enough Scott slapped his hand away.

"You think it was one of the others? Probably Jackson then...He's the only one who had the opportunity. We should talk to him, see what he thought he was going to find in there." McCall said looking around to see if he could spot him.

"I think you're probably right … though don't have anything in there that he could've wanted...or that Derek could want for that matter, since now Jackson's in his pack too. It seems really..." Stiles stared at the inside of his locker trying to figure out if anything was missing but he could see everything was in there.

"Weird." Scott finished his sentence. How romantic. Stiles would definitely joke about it if he wasn't too busy wondering what Derek wanted with his locker. Yes... Derek. It had to be him, it was always him all the time, bothering him and being generally a big prick. "Lets go find Jackson and then we'll know... I'll make him tell me."

"Hey no need to spill blood in the locker rooms okay?" Stiles said as they started walking to them "I get dressed in there, I don't need it to be more disgusting than it already is."

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"What did you want from Stiles' locker?" Scott asked as he pushed a very naked Jackson against the wall behind him. Leave it to Scott to pick the worst and most awkward moment ever to pin a guy against a wall.

"What the hell McCall? You come in here and assault me in the showers? Didn't think I was your type but you're proving me wrong, this is getting a bit too usual for us!" Jackson said almost in a growl.

Stiles could only watch as both of them growled curse words at each other and nothing actually helpful was said at all. Getting in between them at the moment would both be dangerous, since they were werewolves, and pretty much weird because of all the nakedness going on there. True Scott still had his shirt on and was apparently angry enough not to notice he was getting it all wet and wouldn't have anything else to wear, but Jackson had been showering for a while already so he wasn't looking as modest.
Finally, after a few very tense minutes, Stiles decided it was time to actually get an answer. "Okay, okay calme down, stop the growling or I'll whack you both with a newspaper." He walked a bit closer and Scott rolled his eyes slightly as Jackson glared at Stiles. "Okay, did you or did you not beat my locker into a pulp?"

The younger werewolf narrowed his eyes at him and Stiles had to take a step back, afraid to be eaten alive as Scott pinned him against the wall harder. "I didn't get into your locker you moron! Why the hell would I want to do that? It's not like you're very interesting is it?" Jackson snapped and Scott looked at Stiles, as if asking whether or not they believed him.

Since this was starting to look more and more like the beginning of some really cliched gay porn film and Stiles was pretty much eager to get out of there - despite his very loose interpretation of sexuality he wasn't actually into this, he was pretty sure - he nodded at his best friend who finally let go of the extremely naked and obscene Jackson who promptly tried to punch him.

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Late at night, Stiles sat on his bed, listening to the howling again... but there was something different about this. It seemed...louder...closer, but it couldn't be could it? Scott was definitely home, he had just called him minutes ago and Derek wouldn't be near his house, unless... No...unless he hadn't found what he wanted in Stiles' lockerroom and had decided to come search his room instead.

He sprung up and out of his bed and securely locked the window as tightly as possible, then did the same to his door before putting Scott's number on speed dial. He was definitely NOT going to have his room barged in without preparing for it at least. Stiles was pretty sure Derek wouldn't bite him or anything of the sort because of Scott, but he could always rough him up a little bit and he wasn't cool with that. Not. Cool. At all.

He looked around his room and nodded slightly to himself. He was locked in pretty safely. No one was getting inside now without having to make a lot of noise and smash things. A smile graced his lips then, he was very pleased with his ingenuity.

That was until he heard the voice.

"Always check in the closet before you lock yourself inside your own room, Stiles. Rookie mistake."

Crap.