Scott

"It didn't work," Erica pouted. "But I have another idea!"

"You got your chance," Lydia said in a bored tone. "It's Scott's turn."

"Well, I bet his idea won't work, too," Erica sulked.

Thus the betting started.

The next attempt was a few days later.

"We had fun the other day, right? At The Jungle?" Scott asked as he and Stiles were heading to their first period. Scott had a far away look on his face, indicating he probably was thinking about Allison. Or Isaac. Stiles really didn't need to know about that. How would it even work?

"I guess?" Stiles shrugged. He and Derek gave points to Erica for trying, but other than that? Lame.

Scott pulled himself from his musings with great difficulty. It was amusing to watch.

"We should do this more often," Scott nodded to himself, mentally patting himself on the back for thinking of an legitimate excuse. "Hang out with the pack, outside the pack meetings. Bonding."

Stiles raised his eyebrows, "When did you get so pro-pack?"

"Uh," Scott fumbled for an answer. Stiles tried not to laugh. "Well, we're supposed to work together, right? To do that we need to get to know each other better."

"You're absolutely right!" Stiles praised, slapping his friend on the back. "What do you have in mind?"

Scott grinned happily, going back to slightly unfocused stare. Ugh! It was a miracle Scott even had something planned between Allison, Allison and guess what? Allison? You got that right!

Stiles snapped his fingers in front of Scott's face.

Scott blinked, "Oh, uh, sorry. Yeah, I was thinking we could go bowling? Today, sometime after school."

"Dude, that's great!" Stiles grinned. Set up or not, it could be actually fun to hang out with his friends. "Did you tell the others?"

"I'm just about to do that," the werewolf replied, sending a mass text to the pack.

By the time Stiles made to the front of the bowling club, where they were supposed to meet all of the pack used various ridiculous excuses for not coming. All besides their Alpha.

Derek was standing there, glaring at his phone as if it was responsible for the pack ditching him and leaving him in the presence of the most annoying teenager ever.

"Are they watching?" Stiles asked in a low voice, that just Derek could hear.

The werewolf shrugged imperceptibly, his eyes flickering to the coffee shop across the street from the bowling center. He scowled.

"Oh, don't give me that, Sourwolf," Stiles played along. "It doesn't matter they can't come. We can hang out just fine on our own."

"Then you can hang out by yourself just as fine," Derek replied and turned to leave.

"Come on, Derek, please?" the teenager tried to do the sad puppy eyes, but it didn't even compare to the ones Scott or Isaac could pull. It seemed to work though, so Stiles dragged the Alpha inside.

In the coffee shop Scott jumped to his feet and fist pumped, exclaiming a loud 'Yes!', gathering the attention of other clients.

Getting into the center without Derek or Stiles seeing them was a bit tricky. When they finally managed to do that, the duo they tried to get together was in the middle of the game already. Or at least Stiles was. Derek lounged on the seat, reading a book, totally unconcerned as to what was going on around him. Stiles was playing his and Derek's turns, trying to figure out the best way to knock all of the bowls.

"You could try just once," the boy said to the werewolf, when there was just a few tries left.

Derek sighed long-suffering, closed the book slowly and stood. Stiles cheered him, as the Alpha made his way to the balls, picked one up and carelessly tossed it on the track. The ball went straight into the middle of the bowels, knocking them all out in one go. Stiles' jaw dropped in disbelief. Derek went back to his seat. He didn't pick up his book again though, just smirked smugly at the boy.

"Oh, you're on!" Stiles cried. "I'll show you how the Stilinskis do this!" The teenager threw himself at the balls, picked one up and briefly contemplated his next move. Then he took a few steps back, aligned himself with the track the way he wanted and ran.

In a truly Stiles' Stilinski fashion he tripped over his own feet, went down on the track, sliding a ways on the slippery surface and narrowly missed braining himself on the ball.

After checking the teen was alright, Derek declared the end of the outing while Stiles was still alive.

"What are they doing?" Peter asked without preamble as soon as Derek stepped through the door to the loft. Derek paused, listening in for Isaac.

"He's spending the night at Scott's," Peter informed. "Well?"

The Alpha sighed, removing his jacket and tossing it on the couch, "They're trying to get me and Stiles together. They've made bets."

The older Hale started laughing hysterically, then asked who was manning the pool.

Scott got points for the most dangerous idea from Derek.