Scott Isn't Jealous. Really.
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Scott isn't jealous. Really.
But at least he admits that he's screwed.
He has a girlfriend though, Scott shouldn't be thinking these things. Gross things about someone that he shouldn't be thinking things about. Emotions he shouldn't be feeling towards that person.
Who is that person?
His best friend.
So yep, screwed.
It all started a little while after the whole nogitsune/possession ordeal, and Scott had just taken off his helmet when he rolled into a parking space at school. Still sitting on his bike, Scott watches how moments later, Stiles pulls up, parking his battered jeep just a few spaces away before jumping out.
But it's when they catch eyes, Scott smiles waving a hand in the air that everything takes a turn. For good or bad, Scott isn't sure.
A blur of bright color appears out of the corner of his vision and suddenly, very, very, very suddenly, Stiles is kissing a girl. Some girl.
Okay, so maybe it's not some girl. Its Malia. The girl he faintly remembers Stiles describing that she had been with him in the Echo House, but never thought of them like... this!
There is also several, okay many, different strong words thats floating around in his head as he watches them kiss. They were totally making out, who was Scott trying to prove?
Scott can't bring himself to tear his eyes away from them, and allows the tingly feeling that buzzes around in his heart and chest right about now. His eyes travel over Stiles (glorious) body, where his (tight) T-shirt has ridden up and shows the ripples that are actual abs that only he's seen, and a slight happy trail disappearing past the waist of his jeans.
As they pull away, Scott turns his attention to grimace at her, as she simply flips her hair over her shoulder, grabs his hand in hers and pulls him along.
Though, Scott's heart flips in circles when he turns to Stiles, who turns at the right time, and smiles at him.
Okay. So. Yeah.
Screwed? Na.
Jealous? Totally.
AN: Okay now I'm done.
