Stiles was pulling up in the school parking lot when he noticed all Scott, Allison, Lydia, Jackson and Danny crowded around something. He jumped out, shoving his car keys in his pocket. Normally Derek drove him to school on Mondays but once again he was off on alpha business and wouldn't be home until later that day. Stiles was entirely fine with it, even though that meant less cling-to-Derek-cause-he's-warm-and-secretly-a-teddy-bear-and-Stiles-loves-him time.
He literally; but would never admit to it- skipped to his circle of friends. Not that he was really friends with any of them but Scott, to be honest. But when Scott got with Allison, that had brought Lydia, which brought Jackson (ugh) and eventually Danny. He stood behind them awkwardly, knowing they hadn't even noticed him arrive. Stupid heads, weren't they meant to have wolfie senses? And Stiles was pretty sure his smell right now was pretty pungent and out there. He'd been so busy all weekend having I'm-sorry-I-got-a-kitten-without-your-permission-thanks-for-letting-me-keep-it sex, that he didn't shower. And he was so tired come this morning he got up late and didn't have time for a shower.
He cleared his throat and instantly everyone turned to see him, earning a different reaction from each individual. Lydia only glanced at him, before crinkling her nose- probably able to smell him now that she knows he's here, and turned back to the girl they'd all been crowded around. Allison grinned at him, mouthing a hello and a small wave before her arm returned around Scott's waist and her gaze back at the girl. Danny had pursed his lips together in a tight smile, looking him up and down, but nodding with what Lydia was saying. Jackson merely scoffed and rolled his way, looking back to the girl. What was so damn interesting about her that no one wanted to talk to Stiles? Scott belted out a loud hey, slapping his palm firmly on Stiles' shoulder, making him wince as Scott pulled him forward, to be right next to him, and wrapped his arm around his shoulder.
"Stiles, this is our new chem teacher." He grinned, his free hand gesturing to the girl in front of them, then quickly going back around Allison's waist.
Stiles cocked an eyebrow, "what happened to Mr. Harris?" He asked, hoping he didn't sound too rude.
The girl smiled, now that he was looking at her he could see that she had long brown hair down near her hips, not dark hair, but still brown, she had big chocolate eyes and a wide grin. "He's got food poisoning real bad, so I'll be replacing him."
Stiles cringed at the mention of food poisoning, the last thing he wanted to picture right now was Mr. Harris exploding out of both ends. Ew.
He nodded, a slight smile twitching at his lips as Lydia and Allison continued pestering the new teacher about how she looked their age; she honestly did. But it turned out she was just out of college, she was Derek's age, 21. Once the bell rang they all went their separate ways, Lydia and Allison to their math class, Danny, Jackson, Scott and Stiles leaving for Lacrosse practice. Whoever invented sport-related classes first period on a Monday morning was definitely considered the devil to Stiles. The evil, genius, arsehole devil.
Scott waited until Jackson and Danny were out of ear shot; including Jackson's super-werewolf hearing, to grab Stiles' shoulder, pulling him to face him. "Dude, did you notice something weird about Ms. Burgess?"
Stiles' face crumpled in confusion, "Ms. Burgess?" He asked, lingering out his question, his hand gesturing in circles for Scott to continue. Scott looked at Stiles dumbstruck.
"Ms. Burgess. Who you just net. Harris' replacement." He punctuated each small sentence with an are-you-stupid fashioned shake of his head.
"Ooh, oh right. I didn't catch her name. Don't get your panties in a knot, wolf-boy." He teased, throwing his hands up defensively. "And uh, not really. She seemed pretty nice slash normal to me." He shrugged and Scott literally whined.
"She just, her aura. Gives me a bad feeling. And she smells weird." Scott's expression spelled out disgust and Stiles slapped his chest.
"Dude, don't be so paranoid, she smelt fine. I don't even need weird arse wolfie senses to tell you her perfume smelt like roses. And I swear to god if you make a roses smell like poo joke I will actually-"
"STILINSKI. MCCALL. HURRY UP!" Coach Finstock's voice boomed from the front of the change rooms, interrupting Stiles rant of how he would kick Scott's stupid arse. Scott let out a heavy sigh and Stiles shrugged before they both ran for the change rooms.
The rest of the day was uneventful and boring. Second period he had English, at recess he argued the whole time over Ms. Burgess being a freaky something or not, the next two periods were double math- uh, Monday just wasn't a good day on his school timetable.- and lunch he had sat with Erica, Boyd and Isaac, everyone else off doing extra credit things and detentions. Lame arses. Why couldn't they be more like Stiles? But now lunch was over, and Stiles was getting his books out of his locker, readying himself for Chem with Ms. Burgess. Hopefully she wasn't a complete hardass.
Stiles stumbled into the room, still pulling apple stickers off his face Erica had stuck there when he refused to give details on his and the alpha's sex life. She was such a creep sometimes. Ms. Burgess gave Stiles a credulous look before laughing and shaking her head as Stiles flopped down into his seat.
The class started out pretty easy and it wasn't too hard for Stiles to keep up, that was up until Scott burst into the room anyway, sweating and looking like he'd just ran several miles in the forest; which he probably had.
"Stiles!" He called out, but he was quickly silenced by Ms. Burgess' incriminating stare.
"Mr. McCall, you're half an hour late. And disrupting my class." She stated, border sighing.
"I'm, I'm sorry Ms. Burgess. I was running an errand for Mr. Finstock. He needs to see both Stiles and I immediately." He was totally lying. Stiles knew it.
"And do you have a note from him? Saying that he needs to see you both?" She asked, folding her arms.
"No, but I can go-"
"Forget about it. Stiles, go. Pack your things, you don't know how long he'll need you." She smiled warmly and Stiles grinned, literally shoving the books and pens on his desk into his over-filled backpack before throwing it over his shoulder and running out there, closing the door behind him. He turned to Scott, giving him a frantic 'what the fuck' look.
"Dude, what is it!?" He hissed, reaching his hand out to shove his best friends shoulder, but he was shushed, had his hand grabbed and Scott started bolting, dragging Stiles with him. He let out a completely, utterly, manly squeal. Totally.
Scott didn't stop running until they were in the school car park and Stiles literally collapsed to his knews on the hard cement, clutching his ribs like he could pull air into his lungs with his hands. Once he caught his breath he looked up at Scott. "Dude! Just, dude! What the fuck was that!? Remember, bro, I don't have special werewolf powers, I can't run a mile non stop and be totally fine with it, especially at your pace!" He frowned, throwing his arms up in exaggeration.
"Stiles. I found out what's weird about Ms. Burgess!" Oh, of course he was completely ignoring what Stiles said.
"What do you mean? What is it?" He asked, standing up and dusting off his knees before staring at Scott like he was a dumb arse, which he totally was to Stiles.
"She's an alpha."
Stiles eyebrows seemed to raced towards his hair line and his top lip tugged up in confusion. "You're kidding right? How would you even know?"
"This morning! Her scent, it made me protective of Derek. And the other wolves. Even Jackson. Like she's here to kill Derek and take his position. And not only she smelt like a wolf. And at lunch we all went to the library and did some research on her, she's definitely alpha."
"So? Doesn't make her strange. What's so bad about being an alpha?" Stiles questioned, struggling to see what the big deal was.
Scott groaned in frustration, "She's an alpha, Stiles. She wants to kill Derek; take his position. This is Derek's territory." Scott explained though it was obvious, and it probably should have been.
"Scott you're seriously paranoid. She doesn't even know who Derek is. She doesn't have some diabolical plan to take his place."
"No, Stiles, you don't get it! Alphas don't go into other alphas territory unless they want what they have, their land, their pack, their mate." He exaggerated the word mate as though it was bolded and Stiles almost choked on his tongue.
"You're ridiculous. She doesn't even know Derek is here. When she realises it's his territory she'll back off, she's just here to teach. And it's not like she can just take everything by killing Derek, it's not gonna make you guys loyal to her or me in love with her. It's not how things work Scotty-boy." He said matter of factly, sinking Scott's nose with his finger, making the wolf emit a slight snarl.
"Stiles." Scott started, firmly. "You realise how that works right?"
"Oh, enlighten me!" Stiles practically shouted, waggling his fingers at Scott.
"When- if, she kills Derek, if pack and mate don't go by her she kills them. We could challenge her and be alpha but alphas are a lot stronger. And hell, she might decide she just wants Derek's pack and not his mate and simply kill you. You either die or become her... Bitch." Scott shrugged, unapologetically.
Stiles gaped at him, shaking his head slowly, dumb struck. But he quickly snapped out of it, standing up straight and throwing his hands up in a whatever fashion. "Not gonna happen. She doesn't know this is Derek's territory, you'll see." He jabbed Scott's stomach before he turned around to walk back to class, hearing Scott sigh in defeat.
He was almost back in the school building when his phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out, grinning at a text from Derek.
'Stiles, I'll be another 2 hours. I'll bring dinner home for you. What do you want?'
Stiles wasn't sure if he was grinning more at the fact that Derek texted him even though he seems to hate technology, or that Derek was thinking of Stiles while he was away, or just the fact of take out food is hectic.
'i want mcdonalds. like. a mountain of it.' He texted back, leaning on the brick wall. Yeah, class can wait, he wanted to talk to his Derek. Not even a minute later his phone was buzzing in his hand.
'Yeah I doubt you could eat a mountain of anything. How's your day been?'
Stiles blushed slightly, him and Derek had only been together a few months but the alpha still gave him butterflies and goosebumps whenever he did something out of character; like wanting to talk to Stiles in general.
'wanna bet? get me a mountain of curly fries and ill devour it hands down. and not too bad, scotts being all weird ugh.' He replied, feeling somewhat like a whiney teenager with his 'ugh' but oh well.
'So, you're saying you want to eat a mountain of curly fries for dinner with just your mouth? I'll tie your hands behind your back. Why?'
Stiles smirked, 'kinky much? ) god, derek, we're talking about what i want for dinner, not how much you wanna tie poor lil ol me up. And idk, something about ms burgess or w/e her name is being an alpha.'
Stiles could literally the sense the fact that probably made Derek stiffen and snarl, and as expected he had a reply in seconds.
'Shut up. What do you mean there's an alpha?'
'RUDE. maybe i was into the kinky thing too. and scott literally dragged me out of class to tell me our new chem teacher is an alpha who probably wants to kill you and take me for her own, the usual.' Stiles literally winked at his phone; he much preferred physical interaction so all his little gestures could be seen.
'Stiles. Go home. I'll be there as soon as possible. I'm leaving now.'
Stiles frowned at his phone. 'derek nooo! all is fine in the land of stiles. she doesnt even know its your territory, i bet. she's just here to teach, yo. and she's nicer than harris. dont ruin this for me!'
After 2 minutes there was no response and Stiles sighed, assuming Derek was already in his car. Over protective much? He pulled his phone back out of his pocket. 'whatever. at least bring the mcdonalds and i may forgive you.' He clicked send, then felt like maybe he'd need to suck up a little bit more, and so a few minutes later. '... looooove you!' Much better.