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Bold and italic words represent the characters thoughts.


Chapter 2 Step1


One...two...three... does Derek Hale have the hots for me? Stiles thought. He found himself lying on his bed hopelessly thinking of all the logical explanations as to why Derek kissed him and then left. What the hell! It's one thing to kiss a guy. It's another to just leave afterwards. With a loud sigh he pulled himself up into a sitting position trying to forget the crazy events of the previous night but was failing miserably.

"Come on Stiles you can do this. Just think of lollipops and candy canes, anything but Derek." He said trying to coax himself.

He closed his eyes trying to think of Lydia and how smart she was and pretty too. It was surprisingly working until the dreadful memory came back with vengeance.


Derek was slowly pressing himself up against Stiles. Closing the distance between them as he leaned in for another kiss. Stiles found himself being engulfed in Derek's sharp lean figure as their lips once again connected into a more bruising kiss. He felt the sudden tingling sensation come running up his spine as a pair of warm hands held his hips in place. Stiles felt like a doll. Simply standing there as someone was becoming familiar with his lips and tongue. He didn't like this feeling at all, so to make it clear he was not an easy getaway to whatever vacation Derek planned he placed his hands on the hard rock chest that belonged to Derek and started to shove him away, breaking the kiss. Of course Stiles didn't expect the first shove to work and was already getting ready to repeat the gesture again when surprisingly he managed to get Derek off the first time. Yay. score one for the almighty Stiles! Stiles great victory was soon replaced with great fear as he stared into the electric blue eyes that were staring back. A low growl began to surface from the Alphas chest as he began to bear his teeth at Stiles. Oh shit! Stiles screwed his eyes shut bracing himself for the pain that was sure to follow those threatening growls. When nothing happened Stiles opened his eyes to see that Derek was MIA. Relief washed over stiles like a beauty pageant winner was thrown roses.


"Stiles..."

Why the hell would Derek even do that? Why didn't he kill me?

"Stiles...STILES!"

The sudden voice broke Stiles from his trance as he found himself falling off his bed. He looked up staring right into his dads worried eyes.

"Hey dad hows it goin? Another tough night I bet..."

"Stiles what are you still doing home? shouldn't you be at school?"

"what...? Oh crap I didn't realize what time it was!" Stile quickly stood up shifting through the pile of clothes looking for a clean shirt to put on. Never once looking up to face his father knowing that if he did he would be automatically feeling guilty for causing his father to worry. When he found a good enough shirt he quickly slipped it on, grabbed his book bag and slipped past his dad towards the jeep.

"Stiles..." The Sheriff called.

"Yeah?" Stiles turned around facing his father while averting his eyes to stare at the floor.

"You can always talk to me son. I'll listen."

"...thanks dad" Stiles managed to look into the sheriff's eyes giving him a reassuring smile before continuing down the stairs to his jeep.


Stiles stumbled out of the drivers seat making quick pace to the corridors of the school. He quickened his pace down the hallway to his locker as if that one place would give him the comfort he needed. But surely that one hope faded just as quickly as it manifested. He made it to his locker only to have made it to Scott as well. Brace yourself Stiles... in three, two...

"What the hell Stiles! I texted you like 300 times yesterday and you didn't respond to any of them!" Scott complained with obvious anger and confusion splayed across his face.

Bingo!

"Sorry dude...I was kinda busy..." Stiles said in a soft and hopefully convincing voice that would trap Scott right into the palm of his trick. Stiles looked up at his friends face with a hurt expression and a hint of confusion in his eyes... at least that's what he thinks he displayed. Either way the bait took.

"Oh...no problem it wasn't...important anyway..." Scott's anger and confusion were quickly turned into concern and uncertainty as if he wasn't sure if his response was good enough. He began scratching the back of his arm and slowly leaning back against my locker as the uncertainty on his face began to grow even more.

Stiles was beginning to feel guilty for manipulating Scott like this, but heck the kid deserved it. After all Scott did ditch him on more than two occasions for Allison and left him with Derek more times than he dare think of. Stiles sighed loud enough to get his friends attention before speaking again.

"Its alright...I just..." Stiles began to shift his weight foot to foot signaling his supposed discomfort to Scott who caught on the first time. "I-i just had..."

"It's alright you don't have to tell me. I can tell that whatever it is, your not ready to tell me. It's okay." With that Scott was already standing straight and walking away before Stiles could even say thank you. With a quick look over his shoulder towards Stiles he continued his way down the hall.

Stiles smirked to myself finding it comical that it only took two minuets, teary eyes, and a little stuttering to get Scott of his back. Wow. He swings, he hits and HOME RUN! He scores! So much for werewolf powers my friend. Stiles though as he opened his locker and began to collect his required items when he stopped mid way retrieving his math book. A wide grin started to make its way across Stiles face as he began to get the worst, craziest, but probably smartest (to him) idea ever. Maybe I should use some of my Stiles power to get to 'know' Derek a little more. With a slam of his locker Stiles made his plan official.

Now whats step one...


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