Here's another Sterek fic...guess you could count it as a sortof spin off if you wanted:)
When my doorbell rang at ten at night, I wasn't expecting to answer it seeing a girl crying her eyes out on my porch.
"Uh, Allison?" I said questioningly and she ran into my arms, hugging me. She cried even harder and I patted her back awkwardly, "Uh, shh, it's ok?" I said questioningly and she pulled away.
"I'm so sorry Stiles, it's just…I didn't know where else to go. Can I come in?" she asked and she pushed her way in anyway, not waiting for an answer.
"Sure," I said sarcastically after she plopped down on my couch and closed the door. She looked around.
"Where's your dad?" she asked as I sat down across from her.
"Oh, he's—"she cut me off.
"Oh Stiles! It's so horrible!" she said, starting to cry again, "Lydia is out somewhere and I didn't know where else to go…" she trailed off.
"Well what happened?" I asked.
"Scott broke up with me!" she said loudly, starting to cry again.
"What? Why?" I exclaimed. What the hell? Scott didn't tell me he was going to break up with her, "Scott didn't tell me anything," I said.
"I know, he told me you didn't know," she slobbered.
"Well do you know why he did it?" I asked her and she vaguely shook her head.
"He said he liked someone else and that he was sorry he let us go on for so long," she said, starting to cry more, "and the worst part is that I know who it is," she said as she wiped her nose.
"Well who is it?" I asked her.
"It's Leslie," she said and then started crying again, "I should've seen this coming. I saw the way he looked at her, I don't know why I didn't say anything at the beginning!" she said.
"I know what you are thinking and this is not your fault!" I said, knowing she'd blame herself.
"Oh I know it's not my fault," she said as she cried, waving her hand at me.
"Oh—"
"So then you'll do it?" she looked up at me hopefully and my eyebrows furrowed.
"Do what?" I asked.
"Help me make sure they don't get together," she said as I stood up, her standing up two seconds after me.
"Uh—"I started.
"Oh Stiles! Thank you so much!" she exclaimed, hugging me and then looking at me straight in the eyes, "I'll come by tomorrow with the plan," she said and then left quickly, slamming my door on the way out.
I stood there with my mouth closing and opening. Did I just get conned into helping destroy my best friend's chances of getting with another girl? Yes, I think I just did.
(...)
The next day when I opened my eyes I shouted in surprise. Derek's face loomed over me.
"Jeez buddy! Can't you wait until I've at least gotten out of bed!" I exclaimed as I sat up, he sat on my bed.
"You will not help Alison with her childish plan on keeping Leslie and Scott away from each other," he said and I narrowed my eyes at him.
"Why?" I asked.
"Because Leslie will be safer," he said, as if that answered my question.
"Well to bad," I said, crossing my arms over my chest. I was going to help her now, just to piss him off.
"I mean it Stiles. I catch you meddling with this, I'll break your neck so fast you won't have time to breath," he said menacingly and I rolled my eyes.
"That stuff doesn't work on me anymore," I said and he growled, "Isn't there some unspoken rule that you aren't supposed to threaten your boyfriend," I said to him and he got up, shoving my shoulder so I was on my back. I looked up as he walked to the door, "No answer?" I exclaimed loudly.
"I mean it Stiles, no meddling," he said before leaving my room. I groaned and fell back again. I didn't even get a good bye kiss, I thought before rolling over and covering my ears with my pillow.
(...)
Alison's plan was simple. Keep them away from each other, keep them from talking to each other, and if possible keep them from thinking about each other.
Was that going to be hard? Maybe so, but I'm Stiles, and I think I can make it happen.
It turns out keeping them apart was harder than I thought. I ended up following Scott everywhere. And by everywhere, I mean everywhere. I didn't even have all of my classes with him but I somehow managed to be there.
"Dude what is up with you?" he asked me as we walked down the hallway, "did you forget to take your medicine this morning?" he asked seriously as he leaned in.
"No, why?" I said quickly.
"You've just been acting all paranoid," he said, "look, if this has to do with Alison don't worry about it. I just didn't like her anymore," he said, "you'd tell me if she was planning anything right?" he asked.
"Of course I would!" I exclaimed, laughing nervously. He raised his eyebrow at me, "ok...if you really want to know what this is about I'll tell you," I said and he looked at me, waiting, "well…" and I swear I thought about telling him… I really did but… "I'm worried the alpha will try and get you!" the words just came out of my mouth. I couldn't control them.
He sighed before grabbing my shoulders and looking me straight in the eye, "Stiles, we've gone over this with Derek. We agreed that it's doubtful he will try and get me while I'm at school," he said.
"Oh I know! I just can't help but feel paranoid…" I said.
"Do I need to call Derek—"Scott started and I cut him off.
"NO!" I shouted and a few people turned and looked at me, "I mean, no, I can keep it under control," I said, quieter then I had been. He looked at me weird before letting my shoulders go.
"Ok well, can you stop following me? It's getting a little weird," he said.
"I'm not following you!" I exclaimed and he raised an eyebrow at me. I sighed, "Fine. I'll see you after school," I said and hurriedly walked off, not giving him a chance to respond. I only walked down a few rows of lockers when I was suddenly pulled off to the side.
"Stiles! What are you doing?" Alison hissed at me and I gulped.
"He was getting onto me! I had to stop following him or he would've figured out what I was doing!"I hissed back.
"I don't care! They can't talk to each other! It's part of the plan!" she hissed again.
"I know but—"
"Stiles? Alison?" Jackson's voice asked and we both turned to look at him, "what are you doing?" he asked.
"Oh nothing, just having a friendly chat," I said and laughed nervously. Alison pinched my arm and I winced. He looked at me weird.
"Oh well, Scott just told me you were acting weird so I called Derek—"I cut him off.
"What! No!" I exclaimed, "What'd he say!" I said anxiously.
"He said he was on his way to pick you up," he said, "he should be here soon…" he trailed off and I groaned.
"Shit!" I exclaimed and ran passed him, not sure where I was going to go. Shit, shit, shit, why the hell did I have to get a ride with Scott this morning? Why! I thought anxiously. He was going to kill me. I ran into the boy's bathroom, going into a stall and pulling my feet up. I decided I would hide out here until school was over, find Scott, and then stay at his house for a very, VERY long time.
When the bell finally rang for the next class to start, I sighed and relief and put my feet on the ground. I pulled my cell phone out and looked at the time. Great, I still had an hour before school ended, and I had to spend it in a flipping bathroom.
About ten minutes later I heard the bathroom door open and I pulled my feet up again, not wanting to get caught. I heard the person go to the bathroom, awkward, and then they walked out. They didn't even wash their hands, I thought to myself. That's just disgusting.
Thank god! I exclaimed when the bell finally rang and I booked it out of the bathroom, trying to find Scott. When I finally found him he was in the parking lot, leaning against his car, talking to Leslie. Shit! I thought and hurried over to them. The closer I got the more anxious I became. I smiled when I was almost there and then I did the most stupid thing ever. I TRIPPED, falling flat on my face, skimming my hands on the ground.
"Stiles?" Scott yelled questioningly and I groaned, "Oh my god watch out!" he shouted as I heard a scream and I looked up to see a car coming straight at me. Oh shit! I'm a goner.
I closed my eyes and winced, waiting for the impact to hit me and kill me. It never came. When I opened my eyes I was on the curb, mere feet away from where the car had stopped, with arms wrapped tightly around me. One was around my shoulders, the other my waist. I was breathing heavily, my eyes watering. I COULD'VE DIED!
"Oh my god, oh my god. Oh. My. God," I kept repeating while I clutched the arm around my shoulder. The person holding me stood up and brought me with them. I could hear voices around me, asking the person holding me if I was okay.
"Oh my god Stiles! I saw the whole thing!" Alison's voice drifted towards my ears and I looked up at her. She looked a little guilty, as well she should.
"Uh Derek, maybe you should take him home. I'll see you there," Scott's voice said and I looked to see Scott with his hands up, his eyes on the person holding me. When I finally calmed my breathing I looked up and saw a pissed Derek standing above me. He huffed and then started dragging me to the other side of the parking lot. I tried breaking away but he growled, pulling me back tighter.
When we finally got to his car he pushed me into the passenger side and got in, speeding out of the school parking lot.
"You know you are probably breaking about ten speed laws right—"I started.
"Shut up," he barked out and I flinched, wiping my arms on my jeans nervously. I winced when I remembered I split them open on the ground. I heard Derek sniff the air and then growl again and I flinched at the panic that went through me. He was pissed. And not just pissed, but I mean pissed.
When we finally pulled up to his house he pulled me out of the car roughly and walked me quickly up the front stairs and inside. When we got in he let go of me and started pacing.
"Der—"he cut me off.
"Shut up!" he shouted and I flinched, backing up a step to the front door. Even if I tried running he would probably catch me but it was worth a shot, "Don't even think about it!" he shouted, as if reading my thoughts.
Honestly I was more scared for my life now then when I was about to get hit by that car. He wasn't just a mad boyfriend; he was a mad werewolf boyfriend.
"Look it's no big deal—"I started and he turned to me, eyes blazing blue.
"No big deal Stiles? NO BIG DEAL!" he screamed, "you almost died! You're lucky I got there in time!" he screamed.
"It's not like I meant to try and get myself killed!" I shouted back and he growled, stepping toward me until he had me backed up against a wall.
"But you were trying to get to Scott and Leslie," he ground out and I gulped, "I told you not to meddle Stiles! Damnit I told you not to and when you did you almost died!" he shouted, punching the wall next to my head, making me recoil.
When he grabbed me I thought for sure he was going to kill me, but no, he pulled me into a really tight hug. He breathed in my scent on my neck and nuzzled his face into me, kissed right under my ear.
"If I had lost you… lost this…" he trailed off, pulling back, "Please listen to me next time," he said and I nodded. He pulled me into a hug again and I laughed to myself, "what?" he asked.
"Well I would hug you but my hands are all bloody," I said and he chuckled into my neck, then he became tense.
"Please promise me you'll listen next time," he said.
"I promise," I said and he chuckled.
"You're lying," he pointed out.
"I know," I said and we both laughed.
"I love you,"
"I love you too," and our lips met. And at that moment I realized three things.
One: Listen to Derek…..…on occasion.
Two: Hate Alison Argent with a burning passion for almost getting me killed.
Three: always look before crossing the street.