Part 1
Scott walked into the room. A sharp, unpleasant smell pierced his nose, making him wincing for a moment. Displeased, he made his way to the kitchen, where Melissa and Derek (what the hell is he doing here?) stood in front of a nearly burnt-out cake. Scott sighed. He knew full well that Derek wasn't very good at cooking, so he let out an annoyed growl, alerting the Alpha.
"What?" Derek tried to make an innocent face. Scott didn't buy it, not even for a second. "Okay, okay, I know I'm not the best chef in the town. But I couldn't help it." Scott's mom nodded, apparently trying to drawn-out the tense air between them. "Look, Scottie, why don't you do us a favor and..."
"Eat the burnt cake?" Scott finished her sentence in disgust, "I'd rather bite my own leg ten times than letting THAT into my belly." Both the broody werewolf and Melissa didn't like the way Scott answered. "I'm not asking you to swallow the thing, honey. What I need you to do is throw the damn thing away and buy us new ingredients. Are we clear?" Melissa spoke.
Seeing no other way out, and wanting to put plenty of distance away from Derek, Scott nodded. "Oh, alright, fine. I'll do it. But don't blame me if Stiles comes along."
"We won't." Melissa reassured him. Derek grumbled, knowing that the prospect of Scott and Stiles shopping together is not the best thing he wanted to hear.