Whattup my peeps? Sorry for the late update, It's been crazy busy. This chapter is a bit longer to make up for the lack of updating. Good news though! Next week is spring break which means lots of free time I can dedicate to writing! Yay! So this chapter is called Partying and Plotting.

Stiles sat at his desk glaring at his computer. That ass-hat, thinking he could push Stiles around just because he was a fucking alpha. Fuck no. And Derek had only very reluctantly allowed Stiles to party with the wolves tomorrow. He could imagine it now. Derek complaining about the lack of information the entire time Stiles was there. Fuck no-again. That sounded annoying as hell and he really didn't want to deal with that crap. Stiles narrowed his eyes at the screen, thinking. Slowly a smile started to form on his delectable lips. Oh hell yes.

He grabbed his phone next to him and tapped out a text:

To: Douche Face

You're right. Going to stay home tomorrow and research.

Stiles put his cell in his pocket and grabbed his keys. Now to pay Dr. D a little visit…

Derek picked up his phone and quickly read the text. He smiled smugly and leaned back against his chair. Time for a well-deserved nap.

"Lydia could you just tell us what the plan is?" Allison pleaded over the phone. Lydia stood in front of her full length mirror holding up potential party outfits.

"Sorry Al, not until tomorrow at the Jungle."

"Fine. But just so you know, this is killing me. I can't even imagine what evil plans you have thought of for those two."

Lydia put on her best 'dumb blond' thinking face, even though no one could see her. Hey, practice makes perfect.

"Hmm. Nope. No diabolical plans. Well nothing too diabolical at least."

She heard Scott through the phone.

"Lyd you really scare me when you talk like this."

"Well thanks Scotty. Now be a good pup now and distract Allison until the Jungle tomorrow." She could practically hear him grin.

"I guess I can do that. Hey why are we celebrating at a gay club anyway?"

Lydia rolled her eyes, then paused when she heard the doorbell ring.

"Sorry, gotta go. I seem to have a late night visitor…"

Stiles stood outside Lydia's door tapping his foot impatiently. He had yet to take his meds today. Lydia opened the door, she raised her eyebrow in slight surprise upon seeing Stiles standing there, looking a bit uncomfortable, but determined. "Lydia I need a costume to wear tomorrow so no one will recognize me." Lydia grinned in evil delight.

"Well then, come in."

Saturday nights were theme nights at the Jungle. This particular night's theme was Hunters and the Hunted. Go figure. Really, Beacon Hills was basically begging for more supernatural shit to go down. But even he had to admit, this was awesome. There were quite a bit of people wearing jackets over flannel looking like the guys from supernatural. There was a lot of bad-ass leather, wow Derek must be in heaven right now. There were even werewolves. All of the costumes though were skin tight. Hey it is a club. Stiles was leaning casually against the bar, aware that he was being checked out by girls and guys a like. Damn Lydia is good. He was dressed as a vampire. Not that twilight shit though, we're talking Anne Rice scary as shit vampire. He was wearing all black with a fitted black dress shirt and a tight black waist coat. On his face he wore a simple black mask, and beneath the mask red eyes gazed out over the crowd. Colored contacts rock. He smiled at a busty blond who kept shooting looks at him. His fangs poked out from behind his lips. She blushed a little. He just made a girl blush. A hot girl. Damn he looked sexy and he knew it. He looked around the room and found the pack entering the club. He smiled. Thanks to Dr. D, none of the pack could sense him. He was using the same mojo that Deaton had given to the pack when they went to ambush the alphas. Now he was free to enjoy the night without a certain ass hole breathing down his neck and being a prick about having fun. He say the blond look his way again. Stiles put down his drink and walked over.

The pack entered the packed club. Haha pack – packed. Wow Stiles was starting to rub off. Anywho, the pack walked in and half of the club turned to look at them. Some gave jealous glares while others looked them up and down appreciatively. The packed looked hot. Well they were all hot 24/7 but now they wore the clothes to match. Scott was wearing a fitted tan shirt. His eyes were yellow and he had kept his fangs out. Allison was clad in all black with combat boots and a bow strung on her back. The werewolf with the hunter. Original. Isaac was dressed like a sexy Indiana Jones. Ever-cheesy, he claimed he was hunting for secrets and treasure rather than an actual person or creature. Derek, Erica, and Boyd were dressed in all black wearing their signature leather jackets. They were going for the foolproof costume of intimidating. Who would have guessed it? Oh right. Anyone who knew the three. Lydia was fucking gorgeous per usual. She was dressed as Selene from Underworld. Leather fit her like a second skin. Her ginger hair was covered by a wig of black hair. Everyone was drooling just looking at her. Jackson would have committed mass murder had he been witness to the goggling eyes at his girlfriend. He can get a bit jealous. The pack immediately began dancing upon arrival. Well except Derek and Boyd who were happy to stand creepily in a corner and look, well, creepy. During one particularly upbeat song, Allison pulled Scott, Lydia, and Isaac into a corner.

"Ok the music is too loud. Derek won't be able to hear us. Now spill." Lyd glanced around.

"No we can't risk him hearing. We need to distract him." Her eyes stopped on a pale vampire dancing with an enthusiastic blond. She grinned wickedly.

"Be right back"

Stiles was having a blast. He had never felt more confident or sexy as he did in this moment. Nothing, nothing could ruin this night for him.

"Mind if I cut in?" He turned to see Selene smiling at him. He grinned.

"For you my love, anything." The blond pouted at this while Lydia just rolled her eyes and pulled him away.

"Think of some new lines Stiles"

Stiles pretended to look shocked at this.

"I'll have you know my one-liners just got three extremely hot girls to dance with me."

"Actually I think they were more interested in your lean and toned figure"

"I always knew you wanted me for my body"

"Shut up Stiles."

"Shutting up"

"I need you to do me a favor."

"Your wish is my command"

"Really?"

"Sorry, shutting up"

Lydia sighed. "Look I need you to dance with Derek."

"No. No. Aw hell no! No way!"

"Please?"

"No, tonight is my night off from dealing with that sourwolf. Why would you need me to dance with him anyway?"

"I don't think he's having fun and this is supposed to be bonding time. He needs to get comfortable enough to where he can relax and just have a good time."

"That is the lamest excuse I have ever heard"

"I have made it my mission to make him into a normal human being for the night. Hormones and all."

"Why don't you dance with him then?"

"Because he knows me and he will know that it's just a friend trying to force him to be happy and you know how he hates us trying to include him."

"Well then he deserves to be stuck in a corner all night"

"I will dance with you"

Stiles looked at her, eyes narrowed, thinking.

"Two songs, one sexy dance"

Cue eye roll.

"Seriously?"

"Sexy dance is a deal breaker. I won't be satisfied until I'm hot and bothered"

"Well that won't take too long"

"You wound me Lydia Martin"

Cue sigh.

"Fine. Two songs. One sexy dance."

Stiles smiled triumphantly and fist-pumped the air. Lydia rolled her eyes for the hundredth time that conversation and walked away shaking her head. Now for sourwolf…

Derek observed the crowd, keeping an eye on his pack. Yeah he realized he looked like a parent chaperone at a high school dance, but he's the alpha. He's responsible for these angsty teens who always seem to find trouble. Besides he was having a great time. He and Boyd were having a lovely conversation.

"The costumes look great."

*Grunt*

See? Stimulating conversation. He was aware of the guys and girls eying him like a piece of meat. Which I mean, understandable. Derek though could care less what people thought of him. Seriously his god-like good looks were wasted on him. He wasn't interested in the guy hovering a few feet away making seductive glances. He wasn't interested in the girl purposely flipping her hair in his direction and laughing a little too loudly to capture his attention. He wasn't interested and the sexy vampire walking quickly his way not looking at all happy. Nope not at all impressed by the way his fitted shirt and waistcoat perfectly accented his lean body. Not at all turned on by the way he licked his ungodly lips. Or the way his contacted eyes flashed with frustration. Or his long fingers kept squeezing into fists, as if stressed. Squeezing… O god. Nope, not at all interested. The man huffed and leaned back against the wall and looked up to the ceiling as if in silent prayer, revealing a long pale neck- "Don't you hate it when people make you do things you really don't want to do? But they're your friends, and friends do things for friends right? And that makes you hate them, but you still love them. And you still do what they want because you've been in love with them since third grade an they promised not-exactly sexual favors in return-" Derek glanced at the younger man. Does this guy breathe? "In conclusion, friends are dumb." Derek raised an eyebrow in response. This teen seemed familiar. His voice sounded strained, like he was making an effort to disguise it. And he smelled like- wait he doesn't smell. What the hell? Everyone smells. Who is this guy? Stiles looked at Derek who was looking at him with his brow furrowed. No Derek was not actually that stupid that he didn't recognize Stiles. Stiles had Deaton stir up some additional hocus pocus to confuse werewolves so if he ran into Derek he would be unable to recognize Stiles. 10 points to Gryffindor Dr. D. Actually he seems more of a Ravenclaw man, always cryptic…

"So…"

Stiles jumped, startled out of his thoughts.

"Oh hi. Um, do you want to dance?"

No I don't. I'm not interested. I don't dance. I'm not interested.

"Sure."

Lydia watched across the room as Stiles pulled Derek onto the dance floor. Oh this was going to be too easy.

"Alright. Now will you please tell us what you have planned?"

Lydia turned and huddled the pack together.

"We are going to take a trick out of Shakespeare's book…"

"We're going to make them kill themselves?" Scott cried.

"No stupid, that's Romeo and Juliet, we're not going to get love advice from one of his tragedies."

"Lydia I don't think it's ok to use magic to make them fall in love." Allison scolded. Lydia sighed. Seriously? Has no one read his funniest play?

"I'm not talking about Midsummer's night dream, although… no I'm talking about my favorite play Much Ado About Nothing."

Cue all around blank stares.

Sigh. Wow the educational system is shit.

"We are going to tell Derek that Stiles is desperately in love with him but too afraid to say anything-" Scott's eyes went wide at this.

"Stiles will kill us! He would be mortified and obviously deny it"

"-And we will tell Stiles that Derek is in love with him but too afraid of rejection. Each one will feel bad for making the other feel afraid and nervous and they will finally stop dancing around each other and accidentally really fall in love with each other after pretending to reciprocate fake feelings for the other's benefit."

They all looked at her trying to process the plan. When she said it like that it sounded really complicated. Scott and Isaac don't do complicated.

"So this worked in the play? They never found out what their friends had done?"

"Well. Um. Obviously it's a play so it's not accurate. But trust me. This is going to work. Those two will be a couple by next week. Scott and Isaac, you are in charge of Derek. Have a conversation about how much Stiles likes Derek where Derek can hear. But don't let Derek know you know he's listening. Allison and I will take care of Stiles."

The pack nodded confirming the plan. Tomorrow the hunters would trap their prey.

"So tell me about your friends."

Derek looked suspiciously at the attractive mystery man he was dancing with.

"Why do you want to know about them?"

Stiles rolled his eyes.

"I'm just trying to make conversation grumpy."

Derek's eyes flashed red as he thought about the annoying boy who was always calling him grumpy and sour.

"Well there's this one guy, but I'm not sure you can exactly count him as a friend. He's annoying as hell and never knows when to shut up-"

Stiles stopped. Oh so this is what he thinks of him.

"I don't know maybe he's trying to make you less grumpy by being friendly and trying to talk to you and include you."

Derek snarled. He didn't need people to feel obligated to include him.

"No he's this spaz who is always getting into more trouble than he's worth. He never does what's asked of him without bitching about it-"

"You know you seem to be the one doing most of the bitching right now. Maybe he hates being stepped on. It sounds like you don't really appreciate him. Ever think of that?"

Derek stepped back. He didn't like being told he was wrong, even by this sensual bastard who was currently fuming as well.

"Well it's been fun Derek. Except it hasn't. Have a nice life. Hope the spaz doesn't ruin your life too much. Fucking ass" Stiles muttered the last bit as he pushed through the crowd towards the door, leaving a very shocked werewolf standing in the middle of the dance floor. Stiles stormed past Lydia who reached out to him only to have him push her away.

"The sexy dance is going to have to wait Lyd. I'm not feeling up for it right now. I'm going home."

Lydia gazed after his retreating back looking worried. Ok so maybe it wouldn't be as easy as she had thought…

Erica found Boyd in the same corner. He looked like he was sleeping but he looked at her when she came a few feet in front of her. Always alert.

"Boyd, do you mind helping me with something?"

Boyd copied Derek and Lydia's signature eyebrow raised.

"It involves getting revenge on Allison" Erica said slowly.

Boyd looked past her into the memory that still haunted his dreams. Everyone had so readily accepted Allison again, seemingly forgetting that she had shot arrow after arrow into Boyd and Erica, almost killing them. He would still wake up in a cold sweat, clutching his chest as if an arrow was still lodged there. It made him weak. Allison made him weak. He looked back at Erica, and gave a short nod.

So what did you think? So I feel like Derek would be really turned on by Stiles' red eyes, him being the alpha and all. I can't wait to write about all the feels between the two! Review! Tell me what you would like to see happen! I'm always open to ideas.