Not dating

Summary: Their friends and family start thinking that Stiles and Danny are dating, even though they aren't.

Disclaimer: I do not own or claim to own any part of "Teen Wolf" or its associated materials.

Danny leaned against his locker, his foot tapping impatiently. There were still ten minutes before first period, but he was getting nervous. Was Stiles going to show up? Would the report be okay? The report was worth twenty percent of their final grade. He really needed to do well in this course; so far, the rest of his work had been good. But if this report didn't go well…

The anxiety and annoyance were building up in Danny's chest. Why did Harris assign Stiles to be his lab partner? Letting his breath out slowly, he looked up and down the halls. Several other students were milling around, opening and closing lockers as they prepared for another day at school but no Stiles. Glancing at his watch, he saw that he still had eight minutes left. Where was his lab partner?

Finally, Danny saw Stiles walking down the hall towards him, some papers in his hands. When he saw Danny was waiting, he sped up a bit and trotted over.

"Hey. Is it done?"

"Yeah, here it is. Sorry I didn't get it to you earlier," Stiles said quickly, handing Danny a bound packet of papers.

Danny took it and started flipping through it. So far, so good…

"Hey Danny, could I ask you a favor? Did you do the math homework? 'cause I didn't quite finish and I was hoping…"

Danny cut him off. "Dude, I'm not letting you copy my homework." Danny regretted saying it after seeing the look on Stiles' face. He really was damn expressive. It's just…Danny REALLY couldn't afford to miss this report and he kept waking up last night worried about it. Breathing out again, he said "Sorry, I just…"

This time, Stiles cut him off, sort of glaring, "I wasn't going to ask to copy. I just needed help with one of the problems…You know what? Forget about it. I'll see you in class." Stiles turned heel and stalked off, scrubbing his face.

Danny frowned at the other guy's back; the report really did look good; it looked like Stiles had probably put together a good chunk of it before last night. And, weirdly enough, the teen couldn't help but feel a little worried about the dark circles under Stiles' eyes.

Jogging a little, Danny caught up to Stiles.

Stiles stormed away from his lab partner, angry at how unhelpful he was being. Stiles had never tried copying homework (from Danny, anyways). And after staying up all night finishing that stupid report! After, if he might be allowed to add just a little detail, having his life threatened. Twice!

He knew he was being unreasonable, but Stiles had given up on being reasonable at around three in the morning. The late nights chasing Scott around or researching werewolf lore or waiting for his dad to come home were catching to him. God, he wanted to sleep; normally he would have used his lunch hour to nap after a late night, but now he was going to have to use it to figure out that damn math homework. And it would probably take him his study hall period too! Gah, what kind of werewolf sidekick has to deal with quadratic equations on top of helping keep his best friend alive?

It had taken him a couple of hours to find Scott last night and for them to piece together the night's events. So Stiles hadn't even gotten home until after midnight, only to find a note from his dad saying that they needed to talk. Well, at least his dad and Scott were safe and the report was done. Just have to make it through the day.

Stiles let out a deep breath, his anger draining out with it. He knew his temper was going to be all over the place all-day. This was not going to be a fun day. Hopefully he could hold it together long enough to make it through the day. If he was really lucky, he might even make it through the day without having to deal with any weird werewolf stuff, like a male menstrual cycle or something; maybe he could just have plain, old-fashioned teenager problems to worry about.

Mulling over his thoughts, Stiles didn't hear someone calling his name until a hand clasped his shoulder.

"Hey, Stiles. Sorry about snapping at you." Stiles looked up to see that it was Danny who had grabbed him. "Look…you did a great job on the report, as always. I just really need a good grade in chem. And…yeah, there's just too much going on with the semester ending. So…sorry."

Stiles just shrugged his shoulders. He didn't need to take out his supernatural stress out on Danny. Letting out another deep sigh, he said "Yeah, I know. Me too. Sorry I didn't get the report to you earlier."

"Don't worry about it. Do you want to work on the math homework in study hall?"

Stiles grinned. "Yes! That would be great. The quadratic stuff is just kicking my butt." …when werewolves aren't, he added in his head.

"Okay. I'll see you in class then."

"Thanks Danny."