Scott was laughing. Scott was freaking laughing of her. That's what best friends are for. To laugh of your misery. If she could, she would beat the shit out of him with her lacrosse's baton. Wait a minute? She did that the year before when they were practicing Scott's self control. Maybe she could use this as an excuse to throw balls on him again.
"Naked? Really?" Scott said between laughs that were making him gasp for breath. Stiles wished with all her might that he would choke to death.
"It's not funny, really not." She grumbled. In her mind eyes she still had printed the image that was Derek Hale in the middle of her room ogling at her when she came back from the bathroom and threw away the towel before checking if there was anybody with her inside the room. Because you know, it's a common occurrence for a girl to receive nightly visits from a crazy werewolf. And if she thinks a little more, in her case, actually is. And maybe she was a little (or a lot) flattered to see Derek's vibrant green eyes roaming with an appreciative glint along her body, but it still freaked the hell out of her when her brain finally caught with what was happening at that moment. The might Alpha caught her N.A.K.E.D (yes, she used capital letters and dots. Just for everybody to see the level of panic she was right now).
"Actually..." For Scott it was funny. Okay, the bit part when Derek's grabbed him by his throat and growled to him why he didn't tell the alpha that the boy who was always following them around and helping – against Derek's will – with crazy supernatural things and overprotective fathers, who also happen to be a werewolf hunter, was also a girl, wasn't so funny, but the other part yes. It's not that Scott forgot to tell Derek this little detail, it's just that he was so used with Stiles and her tomboy's way that sometimes he also forgot that she was a girl. A girl who chopped her hair because she thought it was unpractical for lacrosse and try to put the dark brown locks under a helmet. She used clothes one number over her size because she hated things squeezing her. She talked like a boy because she grew up with Scott as best friend and only one parental figure who happen to be her father. The only time that Scott remembers that under Stiles Stilinsk persona there is a Genevieve Stilinsk was when she got her periods. And since the second grade when she demanded to be called Stiles, Scott believes that the whole school also forgot that she was a girl.
"Scott!" She slapped him on his shoulder when he didn't stop his laughs. "Man! This is a tragedy. Really! I mean, he saw my tits..." Scott also remembers that Stiles is a girl when she talked like that, making him blush because soon after the word 'tits' leaves her mouth his eyes would zoom to them, trying to see something under her baggy shirt. And the worse thing is that he knew they were there, he saw her only with shorts and sport bra once and they weren't small. "And my..."
"Man! I don't wanna know. You're my best friend, BEST friend, I don't need the bad mental picture." Stiles rolled her eyes. Really, Scott was so prude sometimes, prude enough to forget that she was there when he hit puberty, discovery that girls didn't have cooties and was so shy to try asking anyone out that Stiles took pity on him and kissed out his tonsils. It was a awkward moment and Scott blushed nine shades of red, but at least Allison didn't complain when they started to date and late out make out in her bedroom when they should be studying.
"It was so weird. For a moment I thought that I broke something inside him..." And she broke. Scott wasn't dumb, against popular belief, he knew exactly why Derek was avoiding pack reunions like a plague. Because Stiles would come with Scott to it and would force Derek to remember the moment when he was educated to Stiles true nature. "Because the only thing he did was stand there blinking at me until I threw the bedside lamp at him and then he vanished. Do you think I traumatized him?" Scott snorted in his milk.
He wasn't blind either. Stiles is a pretty girl, if she was a little more girly. Lacrosse gave her a good body, she had a pretty face, not in the level of beauty like a supermodel or Lydia Martin, but something that would catch a boy's attention if she decides to use a bit of make up and let her hair grow. He vaguely remember that her brown locks used to curl at its tips, until she chopped it off. And Scott had the strange suspicion that she did this because when she hit puberty she started to resemble her mother and she didn't want to cause her father – and herself – more pain.
"He was just surprised. He thought you were a boy, with good reason with the way you act and dress, and he was shocked to see that he was wrong." It was a plausible argument. But she never thought that Derek Hale would fall victim of her mask. She didn't dress herself like that because some sexual identity problem or to rebel against the world. She was only practical and didn't like to spend all her time making herself look like a doll when she could be doing better things. She didn't want to end up like Lydia who troubled herself so much to be popular that she put looks above brain. Because Stiles knew that Lydia has a fine brain under all that red hair, but choose not to use it for better things. But Derek had a nose that it seemed to be capable to sniff emotions from a person but not capable to know what this person gender is.
"Well, this makes me so relieved." Sarcasm was always a good way for Stiles to deal with any kind of trauma. Specially a trauma caused by a big and bad werewolf that didn't know the meaning of proper etiquette.
"I think that after that he'll use the doorbell from now on or stop his suddenly visits. You're safe." Scott wanted to laugh again at Stiles face, at her scent, because he could see and smell the disappointment coming from her in waves. She protested a lot about Derek's invasion to her privacy, but Scott knew she also liked it. She was a girl, even if she was a very unusual girl, and for her to have the attention of a pretty boy, even if this boy is actually a man with a lot of emotional problem, it's flattering. And only this thought was enough to make Scott come to a decision: he had to talk to Lydia, ASAP. There was some plotting they need to do.