Preference #6
Another Guy Is Flirting With You And He Sees
Scott: You were in school, grabbing your economics book for your next class. Scott was talking to Stiles about some werewolf stuff that you didn't feel like listening in on. You however were also didn't like to being alone. Ever since Aiden had got here, he had taken pleasure in teasing you to get Scott's nerves up. You usually ignored him, just waited for Scott to come save you again. Today however, Scott wasn't on the hall where you and Aiden were, leaving you vulnerable to Aiden's antics.
"Hey Y/N, where's your bodyguard babe?" Aiden asked as he leaned against the locker beside yours. You sighed lightly and continued to switch books, straightening your locker up also. "Don't you know it's rude to ignore people who are talking to you?" he asked again, leaning towards you. You leaned back away on instinct, closing the locker and setting the lock.
"I have to go," you replied shortly, turning around to walk towards your class down the hall.
"Come on Y/N you know I'm just playing around with you. Why don't I make it up to you? Take you out sometime?" he offered, following close behind you. You shook you head and walked a little faster, trying to escape the wolf. You heard him start to say something back as you accidentally ran into someone as you turned the corner.
"Sorry," you apologized quickly, jumping slightly from the impact. You looked up to see your tan, muscular boyfriend glaring above your head, at Aiden. You softly pulled his arm away from the wolf. "Come on Scott, he's not worth it," you whispered into his arm, knowing his wolf ears would pick up on it. Scott nodded, still glaring at Aiden as his arm wrapped around your waist, holding you to his side.
"God I want to kill him," Scott growled lowly as you walked with him to class. You smiled up at him and kissed the nearest patch of skin you could reach on his neck. You could see Scott visibly calm down and smile softly down at you, leaning down to softly peck your cheek. "Thank you," he whispered softly, making you smile and snuggle happily into his side, feeling him kiss your head as you buried your head into his jacket.
"I love you Scotty," you whispered, making his arm tighten further around you.
Stiles: It was the night of the black out party. Stiles had promised to meet you there after Scott and him helped Kira get her phone back. You were standing alone, watching the crazy, drunk high schoolers. Danny had made you get your stomach painted, leaving you in your black sports bra.
You sighed lightly and pulled out your phone again. Where was Stiles? Your eyes drifted over the crowd, searching for the familiar face. You leaned against the wall and closed your eyes for a moment.
"Hey baby! Wanna dance!" a loud voice in front of you made you open your eyes quickly and scan your surroundings. In front of you was a kid from your Math class.
"No thank you. I don't dance with strangers," you said quickly, turning around, only to have him grab your arm and turn you back to him.
"I'm Carter, from your Math class. Now we're not strangers. Dance with me?" he asked, pulling you to him. You glared at him and pushed him away, making him release his grip on your arm.
"I'm not available. Go away," you said, pushing him further away. As he started coming back towards you someone ducked in between you two, bending down, the figure pressed its lips against your aggressively. You kept your eyes open in shock to see the quiffed hair of your boyfriend in front of you. You let out a small giggle as you closed your eyes, throwing your arms around his neck and kissing him back. After a few moments of a heated kiss you both pulled back to see 'Carter' staring at you with wide eyes.
"Hi, I'm Stiles, her boyfriend," Stiles said harshly. Carter stuttered for a response before just giving up and walking away with his head down. Stiles looked back down at you, scowl in place. You frowned questionably at him before you felt his lips against yours again, pushing your back against the wall. "Asshole," he growled lightly against your lips making you giggle slightly.
"Too bad for him huh," you teased happily "I already have someone speaking for me." Stiles smiled at this and pecked your lips again before leading you out onto the dance floor.
Isaac: It was really awkward. Peter was trying to mess with Isaac, always talking to you, throwing an arm around your shoulders. You really looked up to Peter as a parental figure, but to Isaac it looked like you were just crushing on him. One day you were in Derek's loft, standing at the window with Peter, discussing your favorite classic movies with him, when Isaac came in, unnoticed by you, and Peter took full advantage of it. He made you laugh louder, teased you about Isaac, all without you noticing he was there.
"Really Y/N? Him?" you jumped in surprised, turning to see your boyfriend glaring at you and Peter, which made you utterly confused of course.
"What? We were just talking about movies and stuff. How was school?" you asked, walking over to him. You were very smart and had graduated early, leaving Isaac alone at school and you usually alone at your apartment.
"Really? Was that al you were talking about?" he asked, jealousy in his voice. You slightly frowned as you realized why he was mad. He was jealous of Peter! You coud see how you did spend a lot of time together, but you knew you loved Isaac, and he loved you. You rolled your eyes at him and quickly connected your lips. Letting him show that you were his to Peter even though you knew he had nothing to worry about. You heard Peter fake gag and run upstairs to his room. You smiled and leaned away from Isaac.
"Happy now?" you asked, laughing as he got a stupid grin on his face and nodded. You rolled your eyes and turned, walking away from him to the kitchen. "Stupid possessive over-protective werewolves," you sighed under your breath, hearing Isaac laugh from the living room.
"Heard that!" he called.
"You were supposed to!"
Derek: Okay, we all know Derek is super over protective. But with you, it's even worse. Especially when you get home from school, he can literally smell the testosterone from the guys flirting with you attached to your clothes. You are a good girlfriend, alway faithful. You always ignore them and respectfully reject them. This time, it was a few days before the dance. You had begged and pleaded with Derek to come with you but he said no. It wasn't his thing. So on a limb, you said yes to going with one guy, as friends of course. Knowing Derek would go crazy, you didn't tell him. You told him you were going with Allison, who was also 'solo'.
After 20 minutes at the dance though, you were sick of it. The guy you came with, Joey, was being super weird. Never letting go of you, making you dance with him the whole time. You were really irritated.
"I'm gonna go to the bathroom," you shouted oer the music. Joey nodded and took your arm, heading towards the lady's room. What the hell? you though. He was really going to walk you to the bathroom, like a child. "Just, wait here," you said, once you reached the door. He reluctantly let go of your hand as you ducked through the door. Running to one of the stalls and locking it shut you groaned. Great, out of all the guys you pick the one who thinks he can control women. You quickly pulled out your phone and sent a quick text.
Allison's not feeling well and Isaac took her home. Can you come pick me up?
You put your phone back in your purse and flushed the toilet, incase he was listening too. Which would be even more gross. You walked to the mirrors, trying to take as much time as possible before you had to face him again. Your phone buzzed in your purse.
On my way.
You sighed thankfully and fixed your hair again before taking a deep breath and walking to the door. As you stepped out Joey immediately grabbed your hand. He smiled down at you and dragged you back to the dance floor.
"Hey, Joey look, I have to go. My boyfriend is coming to pick me up," you said, tugging your hand from him, turning toward the school doors.
"You're here with me right? Not him, so you're gonna stay here and dance with me got it." Joey said, grabbing your wrist and pulling you back towards the gym.
"No. Joey let go! I have to leave!" you insisted, attempting to pull away, but he was too strong. Just as he started to practically drag you to the gym, a large hand wrapped around his arm.
"If I were you, I'd let go of her. Right. Now," Derek growled, eyes flashing red at Joey. You quickly pulled yourself from him and hugged Derek's waist, hiding your face in his jacket.
"Okay dude. Okay, whatever. She's not worth it anyways," joey spat, before turning and running into the gym. Derek growled and started to follow him before you tugged on his arm.
"I'm sorry for lying to you Derek, thank you for saving me though," you said, looking up at his red eyes. He glared at your guilt ridden face for a few seconds before sighing and wrapping his arm around your waist, turning to walk out the doors.
"It's fine, but you will be getting punished when we get home," he said playfully, making you looked down, a light blush covering your cheeks. It grew darker as Derek's loud laugh rang out through the parking lot. You did get a punishment that night, but for both of you, it was pretty fun. ;)
