Disclaimer: I am not Jeff Davis. I do not own the boys, or other characters of Teen Wolf, but boy do I wish I do. Not affiliated. Just borrowing for my stories.
Notes: This is my first Sterek multi-chapter. I am hoping that you will all enjoy reading it as much as I will enjoy writing it for you and me. Thanks to ilovemyalpaca (tumblr) for betaing. Made up a first name for Greenburg and a last name for Boyd. Go me.
Chapter Two
Romeo - Derek Hale
Julian - Stiles Stilinski
Prince Escalus - Jason Greenburg
Count Paris - Jackson Whittemore
Mercutio - Scott McCall
Rosaline - Lydia Martin
Tybalt - Issac Lahey
The Nurse - Allison Argent
Benvolio - Danny Mahealani
Friar Lawrence - Boyd Evans
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"What the hale!"
"What?"
Stiles tore his eyes away from the cast list in the hall and frowned. "What?"
"You said hale? As in Derek Hale?"
Stiles brought his hands up to his hair and rubbed at it, trying to get a grip on the whole situation.
"Hell. I meant hell. Of all the people I have to play gay for, why does it have to be Derek Freakin' Hell… Hale. Whatever."
Scott shrugged. Stiles looked at him as if he'd grown a million heads.
"How are you so calm about this? Derek doesn't even go here! It's like Mean Girls only instead of the girl with rainbows and glitter and cake we have doom and gloom and leather!"
"Well, actually. He does."
Stiles sighed as his eyes returned to the list. "Does what?"
"Go here."
Stiles blinked and returned his attention to his best friend.
"I think you've been spending far too much time as part of his pack, Scott. You're being all weird and cryptic. For a minute I was sure you just said that Derek Hale is now going to school with us."
"I am. I don't see what's so hard to understand about that."
Stiles jumped but guessed that was his own fault. Scott was always such a good Derek-O-Meter but he'd been too preoccupied by everything to notice the way Scott straightened just the tiniest little bit.
Glaring, the teen rounded on Mr. Doom and Gloom himself.
"Considering you're like… twenty-one years old and dropped out of school."
The other bore down at him with his stupid hazel eyes that could probably tear through to his soul or something. Stiles stood his ground, while leaning back just a bit.
"Yeah? Well, I decided to finish. Secondly, why the hell should I have to explain anything to you."
He didn't wait for Stiles to answer which was just fine, because Stiles couldn't think of one. The older male turned to Scott.
"Let me talk to your friend. It's about the play. We'll catch up later. The pack's got more important things to deal with then stupid high school crap."
Stiles looked at his best friend, thoroughly expecting him to stand up to him but it seemed as if he was over the fight for control. Scott left and Stiles turned on Derek.
"What'd you do to him, huh? Have some kind of puppy control mind power with your eyes that you use on all your betas?"
Now Derek was looking at him as if he had grown extra heads. Maybe he had. He was starting to think all this was a very, very strange dream. No. More than strange. Downright freakish.
"I talked to the coach. He said there was no changing what had been set. It seems that unless I drop out, we have to do the play-"
Stiles grinned. "You'll be dropping out then. Again, I mean. Great."
He suddenly found himself pinned to the wall, up against the bulletin board with the tack heads digging into his back.
"Ow, ow, ow. What the hell?!"
"I will not drop out. I am going to play Romeo. You are going to play Julian. We will do the stupid kiss. We will get past this and move on. Got it?"
He released Stiles and took off down the hall, calling back to him.
"I'll be at your house tonight around six to start running lines. Be there or I will find you, Stiles. That's a promise."
Stiles stared at his retreating back and frowned. He pushed away from the board, bringing his breathing under control, and straightened his clothes.
Damn him. He hated how he got under his skin like this. How the hell did Scott and the rest of them deal with it? Well, he knew how Erica did… but the others? No idea.
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"Derek's coming over?"
Stiles looked up to see his father leaning against the frame of his open door. He shrugged.
"Supposedly. We're supposed to work on the play."
Sheriff Stilinski nodded, arms crossed over his chest. "And when were you going to tell me you got the lead part in the play?"
Stiles sighed, laying his head back against the back of the computer chair he sat in. "Considering they're completely butchering the play with all the changes and that I'll have to kiss a guy, I thought I'd save you the heartache."
The older man chuckled and Stiles looked up at him. Faux betrayal masked his features as he regarded his father.
"Et tu, father?" he asked in his best dramatic voice. He shook his head. "How is he able to go back to school anyway? Isn't there something you can do?"
The man shook his head, holding out his hands. "My hands are tied, son. You should be glad though. He's showing signs of being somewhat decent."
"How can you say that after everything you know now?"
The man's brows rose. "My son runs around with a pack of sometimes-human, sometimes-wolf hybrids and he wants to know how I can say that?" He chuckled and moved in, squeezing his shoulders.
"Give him a shot, son. You might be surprised at what you find. Maybe he has a good reason for not going back to school until now. You stayed by Scott's side, knowing what he became, believing in him, even after he betrayed you and tried to hurt you. If anything, Derek's technically showed more promise than Scott and yet you still believed in him. Do the same for Derek, huh?"
Stiles watched the man leave and frowned heavily. Why was he getting the feeling that his dad knew a lot more than he was letting on?
He didn't have a lot of time to dwell on that because it wasn't a full half hour before there was the loud crashing sound of his window being banged on. Stiles swiveled around in his chair to glare at the dark form at the window before standing with a sigh and opening it.
"What happened to six, huh? If you expect me to be punctual then you certainly should-"
The other leaned in and kissed him hard, eyes closed and Stiles felt his body heat rise by at least a hundred degrees. When he finally got a hold of himself, he pushed the other away hard, and if he'd been fully human than he'd be on his way out the window and down to the driveway with a nice little splat. As it was, Derek Hale was not a human but a fucking werewolf and barely even budged at all.
"What the fuck?!"
Stiles was beginning to think that statement and similar ones were coming up far too much lately. Face still beet red, he glanced at the open bedroom door and back to Derek who looked very smug.
"What the hell was that for?"
Derek scoffed. "I needed to see what I had to work with. Apparently, not much at all," he said, making a painful looking face. This only furthered to piss Stiles off.
"I am a very good kisser, thank you very much. No one can kiss well when they're kissed by creepy sour wolves with no warning. At all!"
Derek grinned. "So you're saying, Stiles, that I can kiss you when you welcome it?"
Stiles blinked and his face and neck and ears went bright read as the insinuation of what was said was realized. "Woah-wait? What? That is not what I meant! Get your wolfy mind off my lips. We have… we have work to do. Play… yeah. Remember that? So uh…"
He sighed and waved a hand at the now vacant computer chair. He took a seat on the end of his bed so they were sitting across from each other.
"Let's get act one done. I've still got homework to do and no offense, but it's more important than this."
The other made a noise that sounded like something between a snarl and a growl but took the chair. Stiles leaned over his bed to rummage through his backpack, pulling out the custom script the drama teacher and Coach Finstock wrote for the modified play. He sat up, opening up to Act I, flipping to the first scene they both shared.
By the time they finished that first scene, Sheriff Stilinski called up to say he'd ordered pizza and asked Derek to stay for dinner. Stiles was surprised twice by the sour wolf. He agreed to stay and he was surprisingly very good at acting. For the first time since they'd met, Stiles was actually curious to know more about the older male. Particularly about his childhood and what he'd been like before the fire. Thinking back, he couldn't remember much about him in school. Nothing that really stuck out. Then again, he hadn't been a constant pain in his ass back then either.
As he took his seat at the table and Derek took the one across from him and next to his dad, Stiles watched in amazement as the two struck up a conversation. Slowly, a ghost of a smile crept onto his face as he helped himself to the pizza. He decided he wouldn't tell his father off for eating unhealthily-just this once. His eyes fell on Derek and the other, feeling his gaze, looked up at him, hazel eyes questioning.
He shrugged, the ghost of a smiling making way for a real one. Perhaps this thing wouldn't be so bad.
Except for the kissing and other parts. No on stage sex, thank God, but he believed they had wrote in a make out of some sort. Those would still be bad but he could live with all of that if they would go on being like this. A truce of sorts.
He should have known better.
