Sorry it took longer than I expected to crank this chapter out. It was a rough one to write, but I am definitely satisfied with the end result. 7,000 words, you're welcome.
Also, I use time jumps back and forth in here. *** signals a time shift and the bold following should lead you into the right time frame pretty smoothly.
It all takes place in the same day. I had originally wrote it where it was a straight line from point a to b but I didn't like it so I tried something new.
Now to answer a few reviews- This story will blossom into a romance, most likely smutty too. I am developing their relationship slowly so it will be that much better when they...well you'll just have to wait to see how that plays out.
I should update 1 or 2 times a week. Unless life get's in the way.
Hope you're still enjoying my story :)
Disclaimer: I own nothing, unfortunately.
There was screaming coming from the television set but Derek paid it no mind. He just stared a hole through Stiles. There was so much weight behind his words and Derek just couldn't seem to process. Just this morning he and Stiles had gotten in a fight in the car about him not trusting him, did this comment mean he did now?
Of course he does, Stupid! His inner voice cracked. You're sleeping with him in his bed practically cuddling. Derek knit his brows together; he hadn't been in a bed with anyone since Kate. That was a train wreck. But still Derek remained relaxed listening to the even breathing next to him. He could even feel Stiles breathe against his hip, which should have been erotic, but it was just calming.
Derek let himself smile knowing no one was around and or conscious to witness it. He knew what people said, about his lack of emotion outside of anger and rage. He knew they assumed he was allergic to most emotion, which in a way was kind of true. He wasn't always like this though; he was a part of a pack once, a family. He was in love and looking forward to the rest of a life that was painted in nothing but bright colors. It had all collapsed around him like the twin towers in the end; the smoke, dust, and destruction still settling and trying to find some sense of normality. He didn't show emotion because emotion made him weak. It opens you up, makes you vulnerable.
He was smiling now because he agreed. He agreed with Stiles. He was glad being his boyfriend wasn't going to be so hard after all.
Stiles woke up on something hard. Why am I on the floor? He shifted his hips, Or Stairs? he hadn't managed to open his eyes yet the due to the sun that was streaming through his window was far too bright. Then he felt himself and the floor rise about an inch and just as slowly sink back down. Am I on a boat? he asked himself.
He fought to recount the previous day's events. He was forced into a relationship with Derek, then got in a fight over trust with him just before getting to school. He had an eye opening chat with Lydia in their new secret room above the stage about how he might actually have feelings other than fear and rage toward the alpha. Derek picked him up. They went to dinner later because Derek is the creepiest creeper that ever did creep. There was still no boat coming to mind, but he kept tracing his steps. Then they had the confrontation with the two alphas then they went back to Stiles house. Stiles made Derek stay because it was raining and Derek was insisting on walking home. Then he showered, that was awkward. Then it stopped raining and Derek didn't leave. Derek stayed the night! Stiles opened his eyes wincing against the light. His face was pressed against soft thin fabric stretched across a very hard chest.
He strained his eyes trying to look up to see if Derek was awake and from what Stiles could tell he was still passed out. He breathed a gust of relief and tried to ease himself off the wolf that could potentially 'rip his throat out with his teeth' as he always reminded him, but encountered a resisting force at his back. He ventured back with his left arm to see what it was. It was Derek's arm. Derek was holding him? This was just too much for his mind to process so he panicked, pushed a little bit harder, and shoved through the muscular force field, and flew off the bed backwards with a loud thud.
Derek startled awake and grunted feeling at his chest squinting around the room, "Stiles?"
Stiles head popped up from the edge of the bed with a wide mouthed grin, "Right here! Fell outta bed. Guess now is as good a time as any to start getting ready for school."
Derek rolled over onto his stomach squishing a pillow violently determined to sleep through the rambling morning person. Stiles laughed at the vision of Derek in such a vulnerable state yet still maintaining his scowl. Stiles climbs up now noticing his morning wood. He threw a hand over it quickly careful not to make any alerting sounds that would draw Derek's attention and ran to the bathroom.
At least this time it wasn't a Derek induced hard on. Stiles sat on the closed toilet pulling down his flannel pants and boxers letting his woody spring free. Was he really going to relieve himself with Derek sleeping in his bed 15 feet away? Yes, why yes I am. Stiles thought to himself smugly. He could regret it later.
He walked over to the counter swinging freely turned on a faucet to diffuse any noise he might make, grabbed a bottle of lube, and sat back down on the toilet. He massaged the lube through his fingers and made sure it was all warmed up before he wrapped one hand around the center of his length squeezing slightly. He let out a hiss and clenched his teeth trying to remind himself he wasn't alone. He decided he needed to make this quick so he started slow but built up his pumping hand quicker than normal. He stopped to rub the head with the pad of his thumb for a second and felt his impending release grow more urgent and thrust into his own hand. He was thinking about Lydia, mostly, but his mind kept roaming back to how he needed to be quiet.
The reason he needed to be quiet was the distracting part. Derek could hear him if he tried. Stiles imagined Derek's face if he heard his soft moans, or the slick slap of the butt of his hand smacking his balls and base when he pumped harder, his shocked eyes wide. For some odd reason it gave Stiles a rush and he mindlessly thrust harder up into his hand pretty much lunging off the toilet. He gripped the counter with one hand, eyes glued shut. All he could see was Derek stretched out on the bed, crushing the pillow, pants riding low, shirt hiked up. And suddenly he was bursting at the seams with his orgasm. He choked a little inaudibly thankfully.
He cleaned himself up, and the counter, in a half stupor and replaced his pants. It was now time to get ready for school. He brushed his teeth lazily and applied deodorant swiftly. He was pulling off his shirt as he exited the bathroom assuming Derek would still be fighting consciousness so maybe he could get dressed before he woke up.
He threw a glance at the bed to reassure himself pleased that his assumption had been right. Derek was still motionless facing toward him but asleep none the less. Stiles opened his closet pulling out a pair of loose skinny jeans of a faded color, a star wars t-shirt and the blazer his mom had sewn a hoodie onto. It had been too big for him when he was a kid but now that he had grown into it he wore it at least once a week. Today was just that day apparently.
Looking at the clock he decided he had enough time to make a quick breakfast. He always made breakfast, at least when he could, he liked sleeping in as much as the next adolescent. He liked to leave breakfast for his dad when he would wake up after he left for school. He made eggs, bacon, and toast. Enough for 3 people, of course. He substituted eggs with egg whites, bacon with turkey bacon, and toast with wheat toast for his dad's portion but still made him and Derek the good stuff. He ate his share as he cooked it. Then he crammed the leftover eggs and bacon onto the toast, adding cheese, and then wrapping it in a paper towel to give to Derek to go. It was time to leave for school.
"Derek?" he sing songed waving the sandwich over the bed getting closer and closer to Derek. Only just now worried that Derek might bite his hand off or refuse his breakfast. He was going to eat it damn it, even if he had to cram it down his throat. "Wake up and smell the Bacon!" He chuckled. Derek's nose flared and Stiles could almost swear there was a hint of a smile on his face. It only lasted a few seconds before his face returned to normal and his eyes popped open. "Still hot!" Stiles smirked.
Derek scrunched his face up thinking Stiles was referring to either his or his own appearance. But then the sleep fell farther away and it was clear to him. The food was still hot. "Time is it?" Derek grunted forcing himself up into a sitting position.
"Time to eat this, and get in the car. We gotta go; I let you sleep as long as I could." Derek finally took the sandwich when Stiles all but shoved it in his hand. "Now get up! Seriously!" Stiles ran around grabbing shoes, keys, wallet and backpack then stood just inside the door. "It's a good thing I don' normally make my bed otherwise I would be really late. Now come on!"
"M'comin" Derek groaned loudly around a moth full of eggs and bacon. Stiles smiled proudly knowing Derek was eating his food.
They Climbed into the Jeep and Stiles wasn't yet sure if Derek was actually awake. Stiles still talks to him hoping it will wake him up. He needed Derek awake and alert if he was going to drive his jeep in the next few minutes. "Don't forget to pick me up after school today, you will have my means of transportation. Kay?" Derek gave a lazy nod. "Don't mess with the radio. Don't fall asleep driving. Don't sell it. Don't fall asleep. Don't let it get too muddy by your house, DON'T SLEEP!" Stiles stressed watching Derek's head fall and sway with desperate sleep attempts.
"Okay. Wont sleep. Promise." Derek said accommodatingly. Then they were at the school.
"Good. Cuz we're here." Stiles grunts getting out of the jeep. He walks around the back to Derek's door as he forces himself out. "How we doin' there big guy?" Stiles says tentatively reaching a hand out to rub his shoulder. Stiles almost swears Derek leaned into his hand but that could just be because Stiles is so used to flinching away from him. He rubs a thumb across his collar bone trying to make him look at him. Derek looks up with sleepy eyes finally coming to. "Look Guy, I'll miss first period and drive you home if it means my jeep will remain in one piece."
Derek rolls his eyes, "Not a morning person, Stiles." He stretched his arms up stretching his arm and side muscles. "Only been awake all of 10 minutes."
Stiles stepped back rubbing his head realizing from an outsider perspective, he was totally checking Derek out, but what he really was doing was trying to determine whether or not to skip or not. He also might have been checking out the less threatening version of Derek, just a tiny bit. "Well….wake up faster…" Stiles wined desperate. He was going to be late for class.
Derek just glared at him from the corner of his eye. Scott was making his way over quickly. "What's going on? Everything okay? Why are you guys just standing by your Jeep? Where's Derek's car? Do you know what time it is? Why does Derek look sooo un-like-Derek?"
"OHHH MY GODD! Scott, if you don't shut up I'll sick my Boyfriend on you." Stiles smiled at his little Joke catching the first emotion all morning cross Derek's face and it was either annoyance or agreement. "I'm just running late because Derek is still waking up and I am not risking my Jeep until I know he can drive it home safely."
Scott gave his signature 'wounded puppy' expression. Stiles was no longer effected by it, and Derek didn't care much for it.
Derek spoke up next. "Keep an eye on him today, will ya?" Scott looked like he was about to argue, but couldn't decide whether or not to gripe about being told because he is in fact his best friend, or gripe that he shouldn't tell him what to do period. But part of the agreement for Derek to look after Stiles was Scott had to join his pack. They didn't tell Stiles that part, it would have upset him.
"Awwe, listen to the big guy looking after his cuddle buddy." Stiles meant it as a joke, but suddenly remembered exactly how he had woken up this morning.
Derek gave him a knowing glance, cleared his throat. "Yea, okay, Stiles." He said sarcastically trying to blow it off. Stiles stood gaping. "I'll pick you up after school." Then he walked around the car, got in the jeep and backed out of the parking lot.
"Dude! The bell just rang!" Scot grabbed Stiles arm and dragged him all the way to class. Stiles was amazed that he hadn't actually fallen considering how his feet refused to remain separate and continued to tangle. Little did he know, this would be the least of his worries today.
Time Jump.
Half way through school sometime during 5th Period.
Stiles sat on the ratted chase Lydia had been sitting on the day before when she had first introduced him to the secret room. His leg was about to force its way through the floor because he was bouncing it something fierce with nerves. All he could think about was how this room was either a blessing or a curse. He hoped its dust, pesticides, and loud droning from the ventilation system would cover his tracks and make it impossible to track him.
He was waiting for word from Derek as to what his next move should be.
30 Minutes earlier.
Stiles ran, ran faster than he ever did in lacrosse practice, ran faster than any teachers could say "Hey, No-" before he was out of sight. He had to find safety, and he was running out of time. Isaac could only be a distraction for so long.
He was also hyper aware of the fact that he was running from wolves and they could track his scent so he cut through shop, maybe the fumes and general stench of a garage would alter his smell, maybe dilute it a bit. That wasn't the last thing he did, he then ran down the "Special", for lack of a better word, hallway. It smelled heavily of soap and sanitizer, along with that thick old smell that shouldn't linger on children. Stiles ducked his head feeling sorry for the kids who were dealt some pretty crappy cards in life. He may be running from wolves but eventually he would be safe. These kids would always face hardships of many sorts; there was no promise of it ever letting up. Stiles lost a bit of his speed thinking about the kids and he had to force his body back up to the pace he had earlier.
His body was crying, ready to give out. He was a sprinter, or a jogger, not a runner. That was for sure. But he had one more place to run through. He then ran though the cosmetology hallway. Acetone, burnt hair, perfumes of many sorts polluted the hallway. Stiles wondered if he had just come here first it might have been all he needed to have done the trick.
He was finally on his way to his destination; the bell had just rung so the halls were clearing. This wasn't good. If his foe happened to see him all of his scent diffusion would have been a wasted effort. He ran for the theater room. There was a door in there that led backstage so he could skip running through the auditorium. When he hit the door he skidded to a stop. There was a class full of student's looking up at him. He smiled and gave a nervous wave; luckily the teacher wasn't in there so he said, "Sorry, left something on the stage. Don't mind me." Then he walked past them trying not to make eye contact with many faces.
He pushed through the door, ran up the stairs and pushed open the door, finally, to his haven. He navigated with labored breathing through the clutter, turned the corner and his heart stopped forcing a small barely audible gasp to escape his lips. There was a hooded figure sitting with his back to where he had entered and it certainly wasn't Lydia.
The figure jumped up. False alarm. The intruder had a Sunkist in one hand, and a fattie in the other. Stiles just now noticed the thick cloud of smoke rising, and the thick stench of soured pine filling the room.
The intruder coughed out, "You can't tell anyone!"
Stiles shrugged actually thinking this smell only added to his cause so no biggie.
"Wanna hit?" the kid held out the joint.
"Thanks but, uhh, no." Stiles said palm out.
The kid squinted his already squinted eyes, "Shit man, the sheriff's kid caught me getting high? Stilinski right?" Stiles nodded amused, rubbing the back of his neck. It still bothered him that he was labeled 'the sheriffs kid'. "Dude, you cannot tell!" Stiles was about to argue, try to make his point that he wasn't a nark, but the kid got up in his face, "here." He shoved a baggie of hash into his hand. "Peace offering. Probably need a lil sumthin'n'sumthn to take the edge off living with the sheriff, n all."
Stiles tried to hand it back, "I don't need this, dude. Take it back, I won-", then the kid was gone. He looked down at his hands fighting the urge to both cry and laugh. This day had been far too much for him and it wasn't even half way over yet. Illicit drugs were not making it any better. Je just wanted to start the day over. Most of all he wanted to wake up next to Derek. He hadn't slept that well in a very long time.
He shoved the pot in a spare sneaker to cover up the smell, maybe. Then he pulled out his phone and text Scott a simple, 911. Then he sat down on the bean bag he had claimed the day before. He laid there for a bit worried that he would be tracked so he jumped up and ran to the door nearly tumbling over numerous props. Just as he hoped there was a lock on the door, he twisted it. He knew it wouldn't keep a wolf out if it wanted in, but maybe they would think the door was locked the entire time and he had never made it in. It was a long shot, but he had hope. He looked at his phone as he made his way back much more carefully.
Scott hadn't text back. So stiles sent another, I could be dying and you aren't checking your stupid messages. He sat staring at his phone tapping his foot but that didn't work too well on the bean bag so he got up and sat on the chase Lydia claimed the day before. Still no reply, You're a crap friend, sometimes. You know that? Stiles sent and looked at his phone wondering what to do.
He looked through his contacts. He could call Derek, but what if it just annoyed him? What if he went back to sleep? It's not like there was much he could do anyway right? He wasn't in school with him. After another look seeing Scott still hadn't text he decided to call Scott. Three times. And not one was answered. What if something had happened to him because he ran? Finally he called, Derek.
The phone rang once, "Stiles?"
"Duhhhm, Derek?" Stiles said not expecting him to answer so quickly.
"Stiles, you called me. What is it?" Derek grumbled, still concern hidden in his voice.
Stiles cleared his voice, letting out a small chuckle, "Uhmm yea, sorry to bother you. I just uhh…need to know what I should do. I need you to tell me what to do. It's really stupid, and it su-"
"Stiles!"
"Sorry, sorry. Rambling. Uhmm, okay. That blonde alpha from the Diner? He's here." Stiles stuttered.
There was a brief pause on the other end, "What? Where are you? Is he right there with you?"
"No, no. I'm safe…for now. I think I lost him. But-"
"I'll take care of it." Derek sniped.
"Wait!" Stiles could hear Derek moving the phone to cut off, but knew he would hear if he shouted.
"What?"
"He's enrolled here. He might not be the only one." Stiles said calmly.
"Stay put. I'll call you back." Then the line went dead.
Present time.
Stiles was still waiting to hear back from Derek. His heart was finally coming to a semi-normal pace. Derek was on it. Derek answered his phone. He was going to be okay, or at least better than he was half an hour ago.
He thought about the baggie he was given. There was quite a bit in it, had some weight to it. He couldn't imagine just throwing it out. He had never gotten high before, but a lot of his friends had. He wanted to a few years ago but didn't because he was afraid his spazmatics would reach a whole new level.
His phone buzzed. He tried to answer on the first ring like Derek had but only managed a second. "Yea?"
"Where are you?" Derek asked in a rush.
No, he was not giving away his hiding place. "I'm safe. Why? What do you want me to do?"
"I told Isaac to stay with you until I pick you up."
"Oh." Stiles said looking around not wanting to give up his hiding place, not even to the wolves on his team. "Ok, I assume he'll answer his phone, so I'll just call him. It would be too hard to tell you then you tell him. I can explain it better."
"K." Derek coughed. Stiles could hear the car in the background and wondered if that meant Derek could clearly hear the humming on his own end. Note to self, avoid phone calls in secret room. He was about to hang up when he heard Derek speak again, "You're going to be okay." Stiles let himself give a shy smile.
He knew this; he knew it when Derek had answered the phone the first time. And Stiles was a little sad that Derek felt like he needed to tell him that he would be okay. "I know. See you after school. Thank you." Stiles hung up. Called Isaac, rang 3 times but he answered.
"Hello?" Isaac whispered confused.
Must not have his number, "It's Me."
"Oh! Stiles, where are you? Derek told me to-"
"Babysit, I know." He was thankful that he was going to be okay, but still hated that he couldn't do more. Stiles told Isaac where he was, and he showed up in minutes tapping on the door lightly. Stiles opened the door carefully. Realizing after he had already unlocked it that it could possibly be the blonde Alpha on the other side that he had come to know was Liam.
That Morning right after Scott had dragged Stiles to first period.
Scott immediately started hounding Stiles with questions about why he smelled so much like Derek. Stiles gave a nervous smile at the memory of waking up practically on top of him, which totally wasn't all his fault, Derek did have a willing arm around himself as well. So yea, it would make sense that he smells a lot more like him than he should.
"Scott, he just, stayed the night. It was raining and he was going to run home so I made him stay and chill. No big deal. K?" Stiles said leaning back against the back of his seat a little more forcefully than necessary.
"I don't like it." Scott turned his nose up, getting ready to pull his version of a Bitch Fit.
Stiles threw his arms up, "If you had a problem with it, you would be my boyfriend, not Derek!"
"Mr. Stilinski!" Mr. Harris shouted from behind him. "Please save your Bromance with Scott and Dirk for another time. And let's try to be on time to my class from here on out." He walked past him to the front of the class.
Stiles was thankful he got the second name wrong, didn't need that to get around. "Sure thing Harris." He smiled innocently saluting the teacher. Scott was laughing and turned around in his seat, opening his book as he was instructed.
Stiles turned leaning down to get his book out of his bag when he caught a yellow glint outside. On a closer look, he could tell who it was. The blonde alpha. "Scott!" He whispered. "Scott!" Scott waved a hand over his shoulder trying to dismiss him. "There's an Alpha in the parking lot." He whispered demanding attention. Scott stifled a laugh, Stiles craned his neck to look over Scott's shoulder, and of course, he hadn't even heard him because he was texting Allison.
Which don't even get Stiles started on Allison. She had almost gotten all of them killed. Simply because she refused to talk to anyone other than her deranged grandfather. Stiles understood she was going through a terrible time, he knew what it was like to lose a mother, but she could have at least asked Scott or even him what had happened. Her mother was trying to Murder Scott! Derek saved him, not by killing her though. Derek didn't murder Mrs. Argent. Mrs. Argent Killed herself because shifting once a month was just too terrible to think about.
Stiles stopped his thoughts. That was unfair. He knew that she had strong beliefs and she had grown up in this world and they had protocol. But still, Allison should have talked to someone. And now Scott and Allison were broken up, but Scott was still following her around like a puppy, spending just as much time with her, trying to get her back. Pathetic. His desperation was getting in the way of what really mattered and that was the Alpha in the building, not known as Derek.
Stiles did his best to pay attention for the last half hour of class because Harris refused to be ignored, especially by Stiles.
When the bell rang Stiles tailed Scott trying to get his attention but Scott was on the phone with Deaton trying to get the night off so he could hang out with Allison. Then Stiles ran into someone "Sorry, my bad." Stiles said walking around him seeing Scott disappear into the crowd.
A hand came down on his shoulder pulling him around, "Stiles, right?"
It was the golden Alpha.
Stiles wanted to run, but he didn't want to show fear. Stupid fight or flight response wouldn't pick a side. So stiles stood there slightly leaning back like he was going to fall over, "Yes."
The alpha gave a hungry smile, "I'm sure you remember me. I'm Liam, you met me last night at the Diner with your, Boyfriend-"
"Mate. I-I'm his Mate." Stiles corrected. He still wasn't sure what it meant but if it was going to add a little bit more protection, he was all for it.
"Mate, right." Liam grinned, "I have to get to class, wouldn't want to be late on my first day." He reached out and gripped Stiles bicep, hard. "I'll be seeing you, Stiles."
Present time, opening the door in the secret room not sure if it is Isaac or Liam.
"Stiles?", came a soft timid voice.
"Thank god!" Stiles threw the door open relieved to find Isaac slightly hunched, hands in his pocket. Stiles couldn't stop himself from throwing Isaac into a giant hug, pulling him into the room then locking the door.
Isaac laughed, "Wrong, wolf. Wrong, wolf.", tapping Stiles arm trying to get him to let go.
Stiles dropped, "What?"
"Not Derek." Isaac teased.
"Shut up. Does everyone know, then?" Stiles led the way to the furniture set up.
"The pack does. Especially after the past hour." Isaac sat down looking around.
"What do you mean?" Stiles leaned forward, elbows on his knees.
Isaac gave a crooked grin, "Derek's in a fury."
"Because of the Alpha." Stiles amended.
"No because I was the only one who would answer my phone, and he was desperate to have you taken care of."
"Oh." Was all Stiles could say.
Isaac realizes that this little admission is going to give Stiles hours of questions that could eventually erupt out of his face and it would not end pretty for everyone so he changes the subject. "So uhh…nice room. I couldn't track you for anything."
Stiles grasped the new subject with relieved vigor, "Really? That's what I hoped, I mean, with it being so loud over there by the door and the general smell. But I can't say it's just the room, I took a few other precautions to dilute eu de Stiles." He beamed. "Do you think you would be able to find me if I had come straight here?"
"Beats me." Isaac shrugs. "How'd you find this place? I mean I knew about it cuz of my old habits." He bit his lip looking at the floor. "Can't do that anymore, I don't think, body wouldn't be effected."
Stiles nods quietly hoping he can't smell the baggie in his shoes. "You're not going to tell are you? About this room?" Isaac shook his head, "Good, cause I like having a place I can run to. I only found it yesterday thanks to Lydia." Isaac smiled a knowing smile and Stiles knew he must have been one of the stoners that she tricked out with the rat rumor. "Okay, new subject."
Isaac leaned back on the couch, "Go for it."
"How did you know to Distract Liam?"
Isaac's point of view beginning after 2nd lets out.
Isaac was minding his own business strolling down the hallway with his new found confidence since the bite. He couldn't help the pang in his chest. Erica used to roam these halls with him. They were an unofficial duo/team. Her life had gone from torture to bad ass, just like his did. They were no longer the butt of other people's jokes, no longer punching bags, no longer targets, and most importantly no longer pain magnets.
But Erica joined the Alphas. She and Boyd tried to explain to everyone how they had no choice, it was join or die. Knowing them though, Isaac was fairly certain they didn't put up much of a fight. They were already running away to begin with, they probably figured if they joined the pack they would be safer than alone or with a single alpha. Isaac wondered why they weren't in school, hoped all was well, even if he didn't approve of their choices, they were pack.
That was when he noticed Stiles more spazmatic than normal. Flinching as everybody brushed against him. Soft whimpers escaping his mouth when he would be bumped from behind. His eyes darting around looking for some unknown terror to pounce.
Now Isaac was fairly certain that any wolf passerby wouldn't pick up Stiles edge because he had a specific 'Stiles Sense' so to speak, has for awhile, after picking up on the Stiles-Derek dynamic. If Stiles was the human his alpha claimed, even if unofficially, the least he could do was keep an eye on him in school. Also, Stiles was easy to hang out with.
His theory was proven correct when Scott walked right by giving first Stiles and then himself a big wave, totally and completely oblivious to his best friend's frazzled state. Isaac couldn't help the sarcastic wave he sent back. Isaac followed him to class just in case he could pick up on any more clues.
He considered texting Derek after seeing Stiles enter class safely and visibly relax just a bit. Isaac hurried to class after that barely making it to class before the bell. He decided not to text Derek, it would only freak him out and there was nothing he could really tell him other than 'hey Stiles is walking around really freaked out by something. Not sure what it is. Nothing I can do from another class room. And nothing you can do outside of school.' It would not end well.
The bell rang for 4th also known as Lunch. Isaac immediately went searching for Stiles, but when he got to his classroom Stiles was already out. He tried to track him but there were just too many bodies surging toward the Cafeteria. Isaac didn't fret too much; they always sat at the same table these days. It helped that both Jackson and Lydia were now in their circle. It was a marked table, no one sat there unless they wanted to get knocked down mentally by Lydia and physically by Jackson.
Isaac actually went though the cold food line, also known as the Sandwich/Salad/Fruit Bar. He figured with Stiles frazzled state he would enjoy some healthy food. Stiles loved junk food, he knew that, but he had also picked up on how he took comfort in knowing he was doing something good for his or his father's health.
He wasn't going to outright give it to him; Stiles wouldn't take it if he tried. He was just going to pick at it, and wait to see if he thought Stiles would want any of it. Isaac was out of line walking toward the tables nodding in the directions of random people shouting greetings wanting him to sit with them. He Smiled warmly and would flash his eyes to his intended destination and the students would sag a little.
Sometimes he sat with other groups, he had more friends than just the pack, the pack was his family though.
As he got closer to the table and shouts were no longer in his direction he realized Stiles wasn't there yet. He normally beat everyone to lunch. Isaac sat down looking at Scott. "Where is he?" he pointed to Stiles empty seat.
Scott shrugged, "probably had to pee or something." Then he turned back to Allison and Lydia.
"Why you asking?" Jackson asked from across the table eating an apple noisily.
Isaac was still getting used to Jackson's new personality. He was still a jock to the core, near bully to everyone, but not to pack. Pack being; Scott, Lydia, Stiles, and Isaac. Jackson still gave Derek hell, Isaac was pretty sure it had to do with his Superiority Complex. "He just normally beats us here." Isaac says looking down picking at his food.
Jackson gets up sitting across from Isaac shifting his tray. Isaac things Jackson is about to make gay jokes, but he doesn't. "Does this have anything to do with the new kid?" Jackson asks on his elbows, arms crossed, apple now put away.
"New Kid?" Isaac asks dumbly.
"Yea." Jackson grins wickedly, "Big, tall, blonde…" he's Jackson so he gives a theatrical pause, "Alpha."
Isaac's eyes bulge out of his head. But before he can say anything Stiles is walking up to the table, and he looks ashen. He's not the only one who notices this time.
Jackson's eyes are glued to him looking for injuries, just in case. Jackson wouldn't admit it to anyone but he had a soft spot for Stiles.
Allison reaches out and strokes his arm, Lydia his cheek, when Scott speaks up. "Dude you okay? Have you eaten today?"
"Yea, I had a little bit to eat this morning when I made breakfast for Me, Dad, and Derek. But I'm fine dude. It's nothing." He says warmly trying to reassure his best friend.
"Well eat something, it'll make me feel better. K, Bud?" Scott says. Stiles just nods. Isaac sees that Stiles didn't even bother to grab food on his way to the table so he tentatively pushes his salad toward him, looking up at him through his brows. Stiles gives him a half smile with sad eyes and accepts the food. What the fuck happened?! Isaac thinks. Isaac has only seen Stiles this down a few times and it was usually pretty bad.
Jackson leans across the table, "It has got to be the new Alpha."
Isaac nods, "yea, and it makes sense that they would target Stiles."
"What why? Because of his scent? Derek told me something about that. But wouldn't they target us first?"
Isaac rolls his eyes, "Yes, but there's more to him, making him more of a target, but more protected."
Jackson wasn't a patient man, "Damn it, Lahey! Just spit it out already!"
Isaac rubs his shoulder, "Derek kinda, claimed him. They are pretending to date."
Jackson laughs, "you're kidding right?" Isaac shrugs, "You can't be serious, that's a stupid plan. Just because I am with Lydia doesn't make her any safer, just makes her a bigger target." He said making an example.
"Stiles is Derek's mate, Jackson. And he has told the pack, so if they take Stiles life or harm him even it's like igniting a war."
"I don't get it." Jackson shrugs waiting for Isaac to tell him more.
"That's all I know, guess we will have to ask Derek about it at the next pack meeting."
Isaac stopped paying attention to Jackson and looked back at Stiles who was eating, but wasn't engaging in conversation and his eyes were darting all over the cafeteria. Stiles stilled for 10 seconds and Isaac followed his gaze.
Big, Tall, Blonde, Alpha. Just as Jackson had described giving Stiles a wicked grin. Stiles ducked his head back in his food and started conversation with Lydia.
"So, Lydia, how was your night?"
"Oh, I don't wanna talk about me. I wanna hear how things went last night with your boyfriend."
Stiles choked on a bite, "Lydia!"
"Ohh come on we all know what's going on. Am I not supposed to say boyfriend would you prefer-"
"Mate. We're saying mate, now. But boyfriend is still what I prefer." Stiles smiles.
Isaac realizes what's going on, Stiles doesn't want anyone to blow their cover in front of the new student. He looks at Jackson and he's putting it together too.
Lydia just shrugs unaffected. But not so much Scott, "Dude, What the Hell?"
Stiles, Isaac, and Jackson all say "Scott!" in unison. They look at each other nervously, Jackson changes the subject. "So, McCall, you ready for the game?"
Isaac tunes out and sees Stiles looking at him with questioning eyes; Isaac just nods a reassuring nod and gives him thumbs up taking his empty tray and tossing it. Isaac winks at Stiles, tipping his head toward the door. Stiles does the impossible with his eyebrows completely confused. Isaac glances slowly at the alpha, back at Stiles, then at the Door. Stiles brows fall and he gives a tiny nod.
Isaac walks up to Big, Tall, Blonde, and Alpha. "Name's Isaac Lehey." He holds his hand out. Stiles starts to make for the door when the blonde's eyes are finally off of him.
"Liam Wilson." He shakes his hand squeezing harder than necessary. They both knew what the other was, if not from face recognition then from scent.
The bell rang and Liam looked up almost instantly searching for Stiles. "Sooo where'd ya move here from?" Isaac asked stepping in front of his view.
"All over. Excuse me." He pushed Isaac out of the way, trying to make it around the crowd.
Isaac jumped in front of him. "Really? Move here with family?"
They guy ignored him trying to side step him but Isaac kept right with him, "That's cool, not much of a talker. I can get that; you should meet my friend Derek." This caught Liam's attention.
"Derek?" Now they were at a standstill.
Isaac rolled his eyes, "Let's skip the part where we pretend we don't know exactly what we are."
"Are you challenging me then, Isaac, was it?" he crosses his arms.
"Nope, just introducing myself, and exactly what pack I belong to." Isaac smiles proud knowing the bell had just rang, Stiles had to be safely in a class room by now so when the wolf shoved past him he let him.
Present time, Stiles has just asked how Isaac knew to distract the alpha.
"The better question is how did Scott not notice you were freaking the fuck out? Jackson and I were right on it. Well…I had picked up on your nerves between 2nd and 3rd, I kinda followed you to class. Then When you got lunch you were a ghost and late. While we were waiting Jackson told me about the alpha, we put 2 and 2 together." Isaac explained.
"High five man!" Stiles grinned. They high fived and laughed for a few minutes, it was a start of yet another beautiful friendship.
Isaac's face suddenly got a hint of despair. "Now Stiles, please tell me what happened before lunch."
Sorry about the cliffy. The chapter was just getting too long, I had intended to write the entire day as one chapter but words got away with me.
Let me know how you felt about my style of writing this time around, how did you feel about my execution of time jumping and such. Also, I am toying with a few ideas as to what to do with the pot. Shoot me some Ideas and if I like one, I might use it. I really hope none of you are like going to lose your shit if I even consider Stiles smoking it, because I totally am. Really leaning towards it actually.
As always, Comments always make my day, and help motivate my fingers on the keyboard. As well as save my co-workers a stapler to the back of the head.
Until next time, xo
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