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Fan fiction: Teen Wolf
Rating for chapter: Teen
Main pairings: Derek/Stiles, Jackson/Scott
Secondary pairings: Scott/Stiles, Scott/Allison, Jackson/Lydia, Stiles/Lydia
Beginning from episode: 3 (Pack Mentality)
Chapter 4: Stiles Stilinski is a man in love. Well, he thinks its love.
Stiles Stilinski is in love
And he has a plan to get the one he loves to be his.
Today was the big day.
Well, as big as one in love would think it is.
Stiles Stilinski was going to win the heart of the lovely Lydia Martin.
With his good *cough cough* looks and the help of the cologne Phero, the redhead beauty was going to be his. And after they became a couple, he was going to live out the rest of his high school career in a personal paradise. So he got out of bed earlier than usual, thirty minutes earlier and took a shower. After brushing his teeth, he put on deodorant and grabbed some hair gel.
Ok, so he doesn't really need hair gel.
Derek, Jackson, and even Scott used hair gel but he didn't. Stiles never saw the need for it. Especially since his hair is short and doesn't really move.
But he just needed the gel to make his hair shine.
Sooooo, when he magically, coincidentally stepped into a nearby window and the sunlight hit his hair, it would shine gloriously and Lydia would feel nothing but love and lust for him.
"And then bye, bye Jackie boy."
The brown haired teen spat, a small grin sliding on his face. After checking himself one more time in the mirror, he ventured into his room and began search for clothes. Picking out the clothes that were clean and made him look great, as told to him by Ms. McCall before she went off to work one day
She's a woman, therefore yes her opinions count.
He pulled on a brown t-shirt with a white long sleeved shirt that fit him quite well, a pair of faded blue jeans, white socks, and Adidas sneakers that were brown with beige stripes.
Stilinski knew when his dad got the credit card bill, Stiles were going to spend a good amount of his time locked in his room, but it was worth it. Anything he went through was worth it for Lydia.
Well, almost anything. He wasn't insane, you know.
Sending a smirk to his mirror, he began to brush off invisible dust and checked himself out once again.
'Lydia won't be able to resist this. She'd be all "You're so cute, Stiles! Let's go out!" And I'll be like "Sure, babe. What time you want me to pick you up?" And then she'll say "Never, you creep! Get the hell away from me!"
Pausing, Stilinski shook his head, clearing the daydream out of his mind.
"Wow. I just got reject in my own mind and I created that scenario."
It didn't matter that his dream would most likely not happen, he still had to try. In his mind trying was better than nothing.
Stiles grabbed the expensive cologne and began to spray. His chest, his pits, his, ahem underwear/ genital region; basically, he sprayed almost all over his body. Stiles had to make sure that the cologne would last long on various areas on his person.
Taking one last look at himself, the brown haired boy grabbed his book bag, his jacket and raced downstairs. Usually he would eat but he was too nervous and didn't want to be late, so he sent a text to Scott to have some food ready for him when he came over to pick him up.
And being the good-only-when-Allison's-not-involved-friend he is, Scott had a two steaming Oreo's pop tarts ready for Stiles to consume when the ADD boy arrived. When the dusty black jeep pulled up, McCall smiled and immediately jumped inside. Unfortunately, his smile turned into a disgusted frown as he sat inside and inhaled the toxic fumes of the cologne seeping from his friend.
"Dude! You're really wearing that, crap?"
Passing over the pop tarts, Scott threw his bag in the back and clamped his right hand over his nose. Pinching it tightly, the teen glared at Stilinski, who took the offered food and began driving, immediately munching on the pop tart.
"Yup."
A garbled response, but a response nonetheless.
"I told you, it stinks!"
His hand pinches tighter, turning the bridge of Scott's nose a slight pale rose color. His black jacket scrunched as medium wrinkle fold appeared on his elbow area.
"And I told you, that I was going to wear it."
Stiles quickly glanced at the brunet, eyebrows raised as he continued to eat and drive with his other hand. He didn't get why Scott had such a problem with the cologne. Swallowing the rest of his pop tart, he turned into another street.
"Scott, it's because of the wolf thing that you can't stand it."
A nasally sigh was his answer as the teen wolf removed his hand from his nose. Placing his hand on his loose black jeans, Scott laid it there and resisted the urge to bring his hand back up to his nose.
"Yeah, probably." The beta agreed. "I don't know, it just makes my stomach turn and I feel all nauseous."
McCall then grimaced as he felt his stomach turn with every inhaled breath. The door's window was open wide but it was like he couldn't escape the smell.
"Well, we won't be around each other all day." Stilinski offered, a small smile spreading across his face. "Besides, I don't need to you there to screw up my connection with Lydia."
A lifted brow and a facial expression of disbelief informed Stiles that Scott thought he was speaking out of his ass.
"And how will I do that, you know if you don't screw it up on your own?"
Shooting a smirk at his partner in crime, Stiles let out a haughty laugh.
"Well, my good sir that shall not happen. So ha haha hahahahaha to you."
McCall scoffed and let out a few chuckles and the spastic genius joined in as the duo continue driving to school. When they arrived to school, Stilinski immediately went into his plan mode.
Planning his whole encounter with Lydia to the very minute until the redhead would smile and want to hang out, the brown haired teen made sure he was presentable before approaching her. But alas, you can't plan life because what Stiles saw was his precious queen standing out in front of the school's entrance and flanked by Allison and….Jackson.
The lacrosse captain sneered at the pair as the duo approach and they glared back, in return. Objectively, they had nothing against Jackson. He was just a regular guy who just so happened to be at the top of food chain known as high school.
Now personally, they fucking hated the motherfucker. Jackson had the fame they (Scott) wanted, the girl they (Stiles) wanted, and the car they (both) wanted. And he was an asshole to the both of them. So everything that went on between them was personal because the fucker started it.
"McCall and sidekick."
Jackson addressed, his focused mainly on Scott, although his hate filled glare and his disgusted sneer was for both them. Dressed in brand name labels, his black leather jacket shone in the sun while his tailored jeans fit his form. He was the epitome of the popular high school douchbag. The duo, however ignored him, sending love filled smiles towards the girls. Allison automatically moved towards Scott and placed a quick peck on his lips.
"Hey."
"Hey"
The brunet replied back, he had gone into Allison land where everything revolved around Allison Argent. Therefore, he was no help to Stiles, who now had to adjust his plan to fit the two obstructions.
"Hi Lydia!"
The spastic genius waved to the redhead who removed herself from her asshole future ex-boyfriend and made her way towards the trio.
"Hi." Sparing a tiny glance at the teen, she turned to her friend. "Allison, are you going to spend all day making goo goo eyes at Scott or are we going to head to class?"
Argent frowned, turning her head from her boyfriend. Her brown jacket open, revealing the navy sweater that was layered over her tights and the black boots she wore.
"I don't say anything when you spend time with Jackson, so let me have some time with Scott."
The brunette moved closer to her boyfriend, linking her arm around his and smiling into his face.
"Fine." The school's princess huffed. Her arms crossed over her chest; making the gray peacoat that she wore fluff up a little. Her purple flats clicked lightly along the ground as her grey-purple plaid skirt bobbed with her leg. Inhaling once and then deeply, Lydia turned towards Stiles. The redhead's face scrunched a little as she stared at the teen in front of her.
"You smell….good."
Leaning forward into Stiles personal bubble, she inhaled the scented air again.
"You smell really good." Another deep sniff. "What's the name of the cologne you're wearing?"
Letting out a nervous laugh, the brown haired boy rubbed the back of his hair and then stopped as he remembered the gel in his hair and the damp palms he had.
'Must remember to wash hands before class. Or at least wipe it on something.'
"Uhhhhh." Turning his attention back to a waiting Lydia. "My dad bought for me as a gift. I didn't really read the name. I just thought it smelled good. Not that I just put things on just because it smells good. Well, I do. But I have discriminating taste so now everything goes on me."
' Stupid! What the hell am I saying?'
"Ok yeah." Cutting him off, Lydia turned back towards the brunette. "Allison, come and smell him."
Reluctantly, Allison removed herself from Scott and moved over to Stiles. She leaned over and just as Lydia had, sniffed him.
"Wow, Stiles. You smell good." Allison said as she took another sniff. "Really good."
Sending a smirk towards Scott, Stilinski mouthed the words "Told ya!" And he continued to smirk until….
"Jackson, come here! I need you to smell something!"
Jackson stared, his face contorting into an ugly grimace.
"What?"
He shouted back, cell phone in one hand and book bag held with the other. Rolling her eyes, Lydia grabbed the bewildered Stiles and pulled him over to the lacrosse captain.
"Smell him." She said, pushing the town's sheriff's son towards Whitmore.
"Lydia, have you lost your mind? I'm not smelling the lose-"
"Just smell him, Jackson!"
Leaning forward, Jackson took a hesitant sniff and pulled back quickly. The scent registered and then he leaned forward again, taking another sniff.
"The fuck, Stilinski? Why do you smell like that?"
"Like what?"
Stiles glared in offense. He hoped that Jackson was not responding like Scott did to the cologne. He did not need to be embarrassed in front of the three people, he somewhat interacted with.
"Like honey and sandalwood."
"Huh?"
The spastic genius was confused; he didn't think he smelled like that. Of course, he really couldn't explain the cologne's smell.
"I hate that smell, it reminds me….."
"Really? I think he smells spicy, like like urgh, I can't describe it.
"I thought he smell sweet, like green apples." Allison piped in, her focus off Scott and on the conversation.
"I think he stinks."
They stared at Scott, confusion plastered across their faces. Waving him off, Lydia turned back to Stiles and smiled.
"Something must be wrong with your nose. Stiles smell great."
Releasing the spastic genius, she slipped her arms through Jackson and moved back to his side. The glee that Stiles felt at the attention he received from his redhead disappeared when she stood near the asshole once again. His plan had worked on some level and then it had failed on the other. But it didn't matter because Lydia Martin had willingly touched and complimented him in front of others. And that would keep him happy for the rest of the month.
"Why thank you, Lydia. And might I say…"
Brrrrrrrrrrrinnnng
The redhead promptly turned away at the sound of the bell, dragging an indifferent Jackson behind her. Not missing a beat and looking straight forward, she called out to her friend still outside.
"Hurry up, Allison!"
Sighing, she gave Scott a kiss on the cheek and jogged quickly toward the retreating pair; waving bye to Stiles and leaving our fantastic duo on their own.
With a cheeky grin on his face, Stilinski walked up the short steps into the building.
"She thinks I smell great."
A suffering groan spilled out from lips of someone who would never hear the end of how Lydia Martin told Stiles Stilinski he smelled great and touched him.
'The rest of the day is going to be awesome.'
Throughout the whole school day, Stiles continued to get comments on how he smelled. A lot of people thought he smelled great and many people thought he stunk like a skunk.
"Did you bathe in that stink spray you're wearing, Stilinski?"
Coach Finstock yelled, holding his nose as McCall did this morning. The silver whistle swung on his neck and as the grey t-shirt wrinkled even more with his movements.
"No, coach, I didn't take a bath in garbage."
Even though the brown haired boy was on the bench again a good distance behind Coach Finstock, it didn't stop the older man from spewing nasty comments about how Stiles smelled like someone who bath in garbage…regularly.
"I can't stand it anymore, go hit the showers. Just go!"
Turning away from the practicing players, Finstock grabbed the startled boy and began pushing towards the locker rooms. His blue sweatpants swishing with ever movement, he made. With one last push, he raised his fingers towards Stiles in a warning sign and glared.
"And next time you come to practice, do not wear that crap! You got me?"
"Yeah, I hear you. Geez, old men and their issues aren't the smell receptors suppose to be dull by now."
Muttering, he walked slowly towards the locker room and once inside he began to take off his equipment. Shirt, cleats, pads, and other lacrosse protection/ equipment were placed back into his bag. He got redressed and headed towards his car to wait for his buddy. Seeing his car in parking lot, Stiles walked quickly so he could drop his bag and relax in his car. Maybe even take a quick nap. However, someone was standing by his car. Sighing, he continued to his car, hiking the bag higher on his shoulder.
"Hey Derek. Scott's at practice. I know. I know. But like I said before Scott doesn't like you so he isn't going to listen to you."
Pausing at his words, he continued to talk.
"Don't hit me for that. Bring it up with Scott at your next pow wow."
Stiles unlocked his car and tossed his bag inside. He was going to jump inside, but a hand clasped over his arm and pulled backwards. Slowly turning, he looked at the young man standing beside him.
"Wha?"
A swift pull and the spastic genius up and close against the broad chest of Derek Hale. Leaning forward, the raven haired wolf inhaled, the tip of his nose brushing against the teen's neck.
"Uh Derek? You're, uh, you're creeping me out dude." Stilinski voice got higher with every passing second that he stood close to Derek. "I thought you didn't eat people!"
"You smell like…."
Hale's rough voice sent shivers down Stiles' spine. It seems like the beta had gotten closer as he inhale more of Stiles' scent.
"You smell like….."
He repeated. The brown haired teen was staring straight ahead at his car due to fear that gripped his limbs, but couldn't help but glance up at the wolf. Golden yellow eyes stared back at him, making him freeze even more. Not averting his eyes, Stiles continue to stare even when Derek began to growl at him.
"Lower your eyes, Stilinski." The rough rasp in his ear had him breathing hard.
Sweating trickling.
Blood rushing.
Heart pounding.
His heart pounded so loud and so hard that Stiles swore that the birds that lived in the trees could hear. They seem to all disappear as he was grabbed. The teen tried pulling his arm but the grasp became tighter. There would be a bruise tomorrow, a hand print belong to the last remaining member of the Hale family. Knowing that at this moment he had to approach Derek, like one would do a dog or wild animal, he slowly lowered his eyes.
"Let me. Let m-me go, Derek. You're freaking me out."
"Why do you smell like that?"
The grip became tighter and the eyes seem glow ominously. Was this the end of Stiles? Being killed by a guy who he had assumed wouldn't kill him because of their connection to Scott.
Threaten him, yes.
Beat him, yes again.
Kill him, no.
Suddenly he was released and Derek was four feet away, standing calmly like he didn't just have a hold on Stiles like a mountain lion with a deer in his mouth.
"The hell wrong with you, man?"
Rubbing his arm, he glared at the beta. The fear had given away to anger, anger at the fear that the young man had unleashed within Stiles. There was nothing more he hated than being scared. The teen always had something to fear and he feared Derek but not like this.
Never like this.
"Next time you grab me like that. I swear you'll regret it."
"Regret what?"
The pair, mostly Stilinski did not see Scott walking towards them. He stood between them, arms and legs akimbo and bag pack slung on his shoulder. Looking between the pair, he wondered about the expressions on Derek and Stiles. Derek looked the same as always but Stiles, he looked angry, pissed even. Concerned, he turned his attention fully to Stiles and quietly asked him.
"What's wrong?"
"No training today."
Hale interrupted before Stiles could even speak. The brunet swung his attention to the other beta.
"Why not?"
Turning around and walking away, Derek answered Scott over his shoulder.
"I got something to do. Tomorrow. Leave your girl at home, Scott."
"What? Freaking asshole."
Stiles got inside his car and started the engine, muttering as he waited for Scott to get in the passenger side. The jeep took off as soon as the young beta closed the car door.
"Dude, what happened?"
McCall asked for the sixth time. Through the ride, he sat there listening to the spastic genius call Hale every type of name in the book. Even names he didn't know that Stiles knew.
"That fucker. Acted all freaky. Grabbed me and crap. Scared the shit out of me."
The brown haired teen grip tightens on the steering wheel as he continued to stare straight ahead. The lacrosse player mouth fell open in shock; he understood that Hale had somehow injured his best friend.
"What? Dude, why didn't you tell me?"
"Scott, you're my friend but I think I can handle Derek."
"You must be joking. I can't even handle Derek and I'm almost on the same level as him."
Stilinski turned onto Scott's street and parked in front of his house. Relaxing against his seat, he sighed.
"Just trust me, dude. Don't go after big bad Hale, we need him to help you. Tomorrow, I'll drop you off and have a little talk with him."
The brunet began to talk only feel his best friend hand close over his mouth.
"While you're there nearby, so if something goes down my werewolf best friend can take down the big bad wolf while I run to my car. Ok?"
Moving the other teen's hand from his mouth, he quirked his lips a little.
"Yeah, sure. Remember, I'm here for you."
Stiles moved back into his seat and unlocked his door. Opening it, he reached back and grabbed his bag.
"Come on, I'm hungry and tired. Maybe your mom can nurse me back to health."
"What did I tell you about the mom jokes? I don't make jokes about your dad."
McCall hopped out of the car and headed towards his house, the spastic genius coming from behind.
"That's because he can arrest you and everybody else in town, including me."
Their laughs echoed throughout the empty neighborhood.
On the other side of town, a young man sat in a dirty but sturdy chair within a blackened room. His hands were clenched into fists. He was confused, angry, and scared. He had heard about things like this happening. However, he thought it was all bullshit, just stories that were told so the young wolves wouldn't go out and do stupid shit.
Yeah, the stories didn't work very well in keeping them from getting into trouble.
But now, now he wasn't so sure. He needed to go out and get more information, find out what exactly triggered his wolf instincts to come out. Because there was thing Derek Hale knew and that was Stilinski was not important to him in any way. And whatever happened that afternoon was just a freak isolated incident. Grabbing his jacket, he headed to his car. The screeching tires echoed through the woods as the dirt flew behind the speeding car.
However, this issue wasn't important to Stiles anymore because it was Stiles' day to shine and he did. Despite the way the day ended, Lydia Martin had paid attention and had gotten him even more in love with her. This made the day absolutely perfect in his mind. So he forgot about Jackson being a cockblock, Finstock being an ass, and Derek being more of a weirdo than he is.
Because Stiles Stilinski is a man in love.
A/N: Tyler Posey will be hosting MTV's New Year Celebration with Demi Lovato. I don't even care for the New Year TV crap but I'm going to watch especially for him. :D Thanks for reading.
