Apparently, it only takes the time from Stiles leaving his friends to walking into his first class for the entire pack to find out that he and Derek kissed. Because when he walks into Chemistry, Jackson falls off his seat laughing and Erica is glaring at him even more than before.
He takes a seat beside Danny and he can feel Lydia poking him in the back and then she starts loudly saying his name until he gives in and turns.
"What?" he asks
"Was it good" she replies, raising a perfectly shaped eyebrow.
Stiles rubs his temples "What?" he repeats
"Kissing Derek" she clarifies "was it as good as it looked?"
"Looked" he asked, "you weren't even there, how would you know how it looked?"
Lydia is suddenly clicking through her phone and she holds it up; it's a photograph of the two of them, lips locked and arms around each other. Stiles unconsciously licks his lips and then frowns.
"Where the hell did you get that?" he demanded loudly.
"I have my sourc–" she starts
"Allison" Stiles growls and Lydia blushes and it's weird because usually, when Lydia blushes, Stiles can't tear his eyes away but now he doesn't care – he's more interested in glaring daggers at Allison. "You suck, Allison" he yells loudly, catching the attention of the entire room.
She just grins and wiggles her fingers in a wave "You apparently swallow, Stiles" she shoots back and Jackson's started laughing again; tears running down his cheeks as he struggles to breathe.
"I hate you all" he grumbles, turning back around and pulling out his cell to send a quick message to the Alpha.
[To:/ Derek]
Allison took a pic of us kissing. Erica is angry and Jackson is being mean.
It's about fifteen minutes later, when he's meant to be listening to whatever Harris is talking about when he feels his phone buzz in his pocket. He discreetly pulled it out and held his cell under the table as he read the message.
What do you want me to do about it?
[From:/ Derek]
Stiles resists the urge to groan and/or smash his face into the table.
[To:/ Derek]
This is your fault. Fix it
He's left waiting for a reply until about five minutes before the end of class and he decides to leave it until the end because Derek kept him waiting long enough (not that he was childish at all)
So when they're leaving class, walking towards their second lesson. Stiles takes out his phone and stops to read the text.
How is this my fault? You said that the 'kiss was good'. And I've seen that pic – good.
[From:/ Derek]
Stiles, again, has to stop himself from groaning (but this time it's for a completely different reason)
[To:/ Derek]
Can't you just go all Alpha on them? Make them play nice with the human? Also, pic is good.
He feels an arm link with his and he glances up to see Erica, her teeth sharpened just enough that it would look natural at a glance but Stiles knows what he's looking for and those fangs are not normal. So, right now, he's a little terrified for his life and Erica is smiles – yeah, he's a lot terrified for his life.
"Hi" he says, glancing around for any other pack member to come save him but he sees no one – despite Derek telling them to stay with him (then again, Erica is pack, so they're not disobeying).
"Hello" she replies "So, I was thinking... that since you and Derek are now a thing, it makes sense that you get to ride shotgun. But perhaps we can make a deal?"
He eyes her cautiously "What kind of deal?"
"I get to ride shotgun every Wednesday" she says.
Stiles thinks for a second "That... that's actually kind of reasonable." He answers nodding in surprise "Why? What's special about Wednesdays?"
"It's my skirt day" she replies sheepishly "It's easier not to flash the world when I'm not clambering over Boyd and Isaac."
Stiles nods "You have yourself a deal" he smiles, holding out his hand which she shakes before continuing their walk down the corridors.
"So, you and Derek, huh?" she asks, that evil grin returning.
Stiles throws his head back in aspiration "Oh, not you too!" he whines "we're not dating... we're not really, anything... we were getting followed last night by the Alphas and he kissed me goodnight. And I don't even know why he kissed me today but Allison took a fucking photograph and sent it to everyone and I can't get away from it!"
Erica chuckles and pulls out her cell, showing him the photograph before putting it away again "It's not so bad... I kissed him once. I kinda forced it on him but it was good. But you didn't answer Lydia – is it as good as it looks?"
He bites his lips and then smiles shyly at the floor "Better" he mutters and she cackles.
"Priceless" she replies, steering him into their classroom and they sit down next to each other.
Again, Stiles feels his cell buzz and he pulls it out, reading the message from Derek.
I'm an Alpha, not a parent. This clearly isn't what's actually wrong – What's wrong?
[From:/ Derek]
Stiles blinks at his phone for several minutes and his fingers are replying before his brain catches up but he hits send, and has to read his message because he has no idea what he actually wrote.
[To:/ Derek]
I'm confused. It's been two days and you kissed me – twice and you're Derek Hale. You don't kiss people like me.
The reply is instant.
What do you mean, people like you?
[From:/ Derek]
[To:/ Derek]
You know, scrawny, weird looking teenagers with ADHD and prone to panic attacks.
He sighs, he knows he sounds like he's throwing himself a pity party but hey, he's in an emotional turmoil and he's allowed to feel sorry for himself that a super hot guy keeps kissing him and he doesn't understand why.
You can't tell me what/who I want.
[From:/ Derek]
This time, Stiles gives into the urge and hits his forehead against the desk, making Erica laugh and their teacher to raise an eyebrow at him but she says nothing.
[To:/ Derek]
I'm not trying to upset you. I want to understand.
He rubs his temples again, willing his headache to go the hell away because he doesn't need this right now – what he needs is to go get into his bed and go to sleep for a couple of years. Until all of this awkwardness has passed and there is no longer a pack of Alpha's wanting to rip him apart.
Well, apparently, I like stupid teenagers with ADHD and panic attacks because I can't get them out of my fucking mind. And their scent is all over me and it's driving me crazy.
[From:/ Derek]
Stiles throws his cell on the desk with a squeak, as if it's just given him an electric shock. But then he's scrambling to pick it up again.
[To:/ Derek]
This is so messed up. I just needed your scent and then all of these feelings came into it and they make me feel sick. A good kind of sick – I think.
I'm glad I make you want to vomit?
[From:/ Derek]
[To:/ Derek]
That's not what I meant. Look, I'm still confused. What are we going to do about this?
He has to wait a while for the next answer and he's jittery and his leg is bouncing and he's wiggling every few seconds – chewing his pen. The buzz makes him jump but he's grabbing his phone again, flipping Erica off when he sees her laughing.
You're always confused. And I don't know, we're doing alright – right?
[From:/ Derek]
[To:/ Derek]
Nothing wrong with being confused.
He grins like an idiot because two days. It took them two days of being constantly together for something to happen. Stiles can't help a little thought at the back of his mind, one that tells him that Derek doesn't really like him – that it's just been so long since he got near anyone and he's craving any kind of contact (even if it's Stiles he takes it from). The teen frowns at that and hunches his shoulders so that the collar of the leather jacket comes up close to his nose and he breathes in the man's scent – the vanilla of his shampoo, freshly mown grass as well as a faint smell of Stiles' room. His cell buzzes again.
Whatever, idiot.
[From:/ Derek]
He takes in a sharp breath and Erica is looking at him again, wondering what could possibly be wrong to make him do that. She looks a little worried so he points to his cell with a sheepish grin and an apologetic look in his eyes.
[To:/ Derek]
Was that an affectionate or were you being mean?
He waits. But not for long.
You want to go out tonight?
[From:/ Derek]
"Hey Erica" he whispers, so low that even he barely hears himself but she's turning to him a little "I think he just asked me on a date" he says happily.
"Holy crap, Stiles! That's amazing" she yells; leaning over to high-five him.
"MR STILINSKI – MISS REYES!" their teacher abruptly shouts "I've had quite enough of both of you today. Get out of my classroom. Now"
Erica and Stiles pretend to be ashamed of themselves as they gather their things and head out the door but as soon as it slams shut behind them – they both start rolling with laughter. Overall, Stiles thinks, this has been a pretty epic start to the day.