So, I'm wondering if you want me to make a pool for you to vote on the winner :P
Jackson
Stiles slammed his locker shut and jumped.
"Jesus Christ!" the boy exclaimed, glaring at the werewolf standing next to him, whom until that point was hidden by the open door. "I will make you all wear bells, I swear!"
"Stilinski," Jackson growled. The werewolf blinked, clearly confused at his tone of voice. Then shook his head, frowning in concentration. After that he continued in a more pleasant manner. Stiles gave him points just for that, because it sure as hell was painful for Jackson to be polite. "Stiles, I need you to do me a favor."
Stiles raised his eyebrows in wonder, "A favor?"
"Yes," Jackson gritted out, but in the next moment he caught himself again. "Yes. I have a friend I need to set up for tonight and you're just their type." The werewolf frowned worriedly, "It doesn't have to mean anything, if you don't want to, but I really need you to at last meet with them tonight."
Aww, blind date. That was so sweet.
"Uh, okay," Stiles drawled slowly.
"Great!" Jackson smiled. "You know that restaurant on High Road, Norrineu? I reserved a table under the name of Stilinski. It's on me. Wear something nice. Be there at eight."
"Please, Derek?" Jackson pleaded with his Alpha. "They really want to just meet new people. They saw you in passing and I mentioned I know you, and they were so excited at the chance of meeting you. It doesn't need to mean something. Just a meeting. Please."
Derek sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, "Alright."
"Thank you!" Jackson sighed in relief. "I reserved a table under the name of Hale at eight in Norrineu. My treat."
The pack settled across the restaurant. Jackson was adamant about their positions to observe. They had to see an entire interior.
"Why does it matter?" Scott asked. "Won't they sit at one of the tables? You made reservation, just tell us which one to observe."
"Just watch," Jackson smirked.
Derek was first to arrive. He went inside the restaurant and gave his name at the counter. Immediately a server led him to a table in the far corner. The Alpha sat down and waited.
Three minutes late, Stiles tripped up to the doors of Norrineu and gave his own name. The server led him to the table in the corner opposite to where Derek was sitting. Now there was an entire length of the restaurant separating them and plants and screens strategically placed to give customers privacy prevented them to spot each other.
"What?" Erica frowned. "It doesn't make sense! Why they're not sitting at the same table?"
"You'll see," Jackson replied.
Pack watched as Stiles and Derek got more frustrated the more time passed. They started checking their watches and phones with increasing frequency. Every few minutes they send the insistent waiters away. Half an hour passed like this and Jackson straightened in his seat.
"Now, show time," he murmured.
Two waiters, one Stiles' second Derek's, headed to their respective tables and spend there a moment, saying something, causing the set up pair to scowl.
"What are they saying?" Isaac asked, watching in fascination.
"That their dates called, saying they couldn't make it," Jackson answered smugly.
"Oh," Lydia breathed in realization. "Sneaky."
"I know," Jackson smirked. It fell from his lips as soon as Derek and Stiles got up from their tables. "No, no, no! What is he doing?!" he cried as Stiles headed for the bathrooms in the back, while Derek walked to the door. "That wasn't supposed to happen! He ruined everything!"
Lydia patted his head consolingly.
Stiles sulked in his room when Derek jumped in through his window.
"What the hell, Stiles?" the werewolf demanded. "I waited for you for half an hour before I was told you weren't coming!"
"What?!" the boy exclaimed angrily. "No! I waited for half an hour before the waiter told me you weren't coming!"
"I was at the restaurant at eight," Derek stated, crossing his arms. "You weren't there."
"I was just a minute late!" Stiles protested. "And you weren't there!"
They glared at each other for a minute.
Stiles sighed, "What table were you at?"
"Right corner," Derek replied, frowning.
"Son of a-" the boy shook his head. "I had left corner."
"What?" the werewolf's mouth twitched up.
"And you got your message exactly after half an hour passed?" Stiles grinned.
"Yeah," Derek smiled. "I didn't see you leaving."
"Because I went to the bathroom first!" the teenager laughed.
"Oh, God," Derek chuckled helplessly.
"Imagine Jackson's face!" they howled with laughter for the next twenty minutes.
Jackson got points for being crafty.
