STILE'S P.O.V.
Life's been getting very stressful lately. School has been torture for me. It's not just your normal high school torture, where you spend all your time worrying about classes, sports, and grades. That's been easy. What's been killing me inside is having to look my best friend in the face every single day while having no idea how to tell him I love him. Hell, I don't even know if I should tell him. I mean, what happens if he doesn't like me back? Why do I even think he could like me back? Scott's as straight as his lacrosse stick.
Scott's always talking about what Allison and him are up to every night. Meanwhile, I sit there and listen to his stories, secretly wishing I was the one playing under the covers with him. It doesn't help that the end of the lacrosse season is coming up, and Coach has been scheduling practices every week night. I have no idea how I've managed to keep my infatuation from Scott. Every time we hit the showers after practice I keep catching myself staring. The way the water curves perfectly around certain areas of his body makes me daydream things a guy should not be daydreaming about his best friend. More than once, I've had to run out before completely rinsing off because things would have been awkward had I stayed longer. I've seen Scott naked plenty of times in the past, its almost impossible to avoid it when you play sports, but for some reason, now its like I'm seeing him for the first time. And I can't get enough.
Having feelings for someone has never been this complicated before. It wasn't this bad when I thought I was in love with Lydia. I never thought I'd appreciate someone pretending to ignore my existence. But at least with Lydia I wasn't constantly having to talk to her, knowing that she didn't like me back.
Speaking of Lydia, though, she's finally seemed to realize that I'm alive. It just so happened that her birthday was a few days after the incident at the bar. So of course she threw a huge party that Scott, Allison, and I had to attend.
The party itself was one of the craziest things to happen all year. It wasn't an I-got-wasted-and-partied-my-ass-off crazy, instead it was a the-guests-started-hallucinating-and-Scott-and-I-discover-that-our-classmate-Matt-is-the-one-who-controls-the-Kanima crazy. Oh yeah, and the after party consisted of Lydia kidnapping Derek Hale and using him to revive his uncle Peter. The old Alpha. The one who terrorized the town earlier this year. That's definitely part of what's stressing me out.
At one point during the party, Scott had left the pool to chase after Allison, and I was left standing by the punch bowl, watching Scott's ass as he ran into the house. It was at that moment that Lydia started a conversation with me. One that left me very confused.
"Enjoying the view?" she'd asked, a small smirk on her bright red lips.
"Huh?" I was temporarily dumbfounded. I definitely hadn't noticed her approach me. On top of that, there was no way she had meant what I first thought she had.
"This is the first time you've been to my house, isn't it? I was just asking if you like our pool. Not many houses around have them."
"Oh... oh, yeah," I stammered after catching my thoughts. I kicked myself for panicking after her innocent response. "You're really lucky. I've always wanted a pool like this."
"My parents originally wanted to spend the money on a summer home, but I managed to convince them that what we really wanted was a pool," she explained. "It's important to know what you really want, don't you think?"
"Uh, yeah I guess?" I responded, getting more and more confused.
"Make sure you enjoy the party, Stiles." Lydia said as she started to walk away.
Before she took more than a couple steps she looked back over her shoulder at me, smiling.
"Oh, and Stiles, I'm glad you've finally figured things out. Honestly, I'm surprised it took you so long to see what should have been obvious."
I've had time to think about that conversation more than once. I may be reading into things a little too much, but it definitely sounds like she knew about my feelings for Scott. There's no way that can be right, though. How can someone who barely noticed I was alive know that I'm hiding feelings for my best friend only days after I found out myself? How would she even have time to notice someone else's life when she was so worried about Jackson?
After Lydia's party, when Scott and I realized that Jackson was being controlled by Matt, we were able to convince my father to take us to the police station to try and prove that Matt was the murderer. However, Matt was one step ahead of us. That crazy, sadistic prick followed us to the police station and had Jackson kill the officers so Matt could hold us hostage. Things went downhill from there, just like they always do. The Argents soon showed up and opened fire. The police station quickly turned into a battleground as the Argents faced off against Matt and the Kamina, while Scott and I tried to escape with both our lives. Matt escaped from the station, but Gerard quickly hunted him down. Gerard killed Matt then, and took over as the Kanima's master.
Turns out Gerard has had a master plan all along. He needed to get himself turned into a werewolf to cure his cancer. He started to use Jackson to strong-arm everyone who was involved with werewolves, myself included, until they did what he wanted.
Luckily, Scott was one step ahead of him. Scott had noticed that Gerard was dying, and guessed that he would try and get himself bitten. He then managed to trick Gerard, and replaced his medicine with Mountain Ash. When Gerard cornered us all in the warehouse, Scott helped Gerard receive the bite. The Mountain Ash quickly took effect on Gerard, surprising us all and killing him.
After the dust settled we were left with two Hale Alphas, two shocked, grieving, and confused Argents, a reunited Lydia and now-werewolf Jackson, and Scott, Isaac, and myself. As I stood by Scott, I realized I had no idea what was coming next, and I'm not exactly looking forward to it.
It's now two days after Gerard's death, and I'm still trying to wrap my mind around everything. It seems like the danger in town has died down. For the moment, I no longer have to worry about someone, or something, trying to kill me or any of my friends. That means all I have to worry about is what to do about Scott and I.
It seems like fate has a cruel sense of humor. While I'm lying face down on my bed trying to come up with some sort of plan to keep myself sane, my phone goes off. I look down to see that its a text message from Scott. I quickly pull open the text to see what my unsuspecting crush wants.
Grab some clothes and whatever you need to spend the night dude. Its time for a night of violent video games and a bottle of rum my mom has no idea we're borrowing from her. Me and Allison broke up. - Scott
After reading the text I immediately felt terrible for my best friend. He has to be hurting after losing Allison. He'd spent almost every waking moment of the past year with her. At the same time, there is a part of me deep down inside that roars with joy at the idea of Scott being single.
I have to be the worst friend in the world.
Be over soon.
Author's Note: First of all, I'd like to thank Bontaque for all the help proofreading. As for the chapter, I'm sorry for all the filler. I really want this story to make sense and not have too many gaping holes. Unfortunately that means spending some time covering past plot. Luckily this was the last chapter with filler plot. On to new things!
