So I got really motivated today and wrote another chapter. I have a lot of homework to do over this weekend along with helping one of my friends propose to my other friend, so this may be the last chapter until Monday or Tuesday.
Hope y'all have a good weekend! Thanks for the reviews, favorites, and follows!
Raf's POV:
"How much longer do you think it will take for him to get here?" I huffed out as I laid spread out across Stiles' bed.
"I hear him parking his car." I perked my ears up as well, hearing the same thing. I jumped up from the bed and went to stand in front of Derek in the corner. We watched as Stiles sped walked into the room and threw his bag to the floor. He didn't even notice us as he sat down at his computer like a man on a mission. I could feel Derek's breath hitting the top of my head. I glanced up at his face and made a gesture silently asking what now. Derek held a finger to his lips. I rolled my eyes at him and listened as the Sheriff walked closer to the room.
"Hey, Stiles!" The Sheriff called. Stiles slowly began to turn away from his computer as he started to respond.
"Yo…" Stiles finally caught sight of us in the corner and threw us a confused look. "Da-Derek." I let out a small laugh as Derek made a gesture for him to be silent and pointed to the door. "I, um…" Stiles flailed as he ran to the door as quickly as possible. I continued to let out a few laughs, causing Derek to put his hand over my mouth.
"What'd you say?" The Sheriff asked in confusion. I was done laughing but Derek kept his hand over my mouth.
"What? I said "Yo, Dad."" Stiles let out an awkward laugh as he continued to stand in the doorway.
"Did I hear a girl laugh in there?" There was a brief pause where no one talked. "Stiles, let me in there." I glanced up at Derek, who pointed at the door as he glared at me. I ran and popped my head under Stiles' arm since I couldn't see over his shoulder.
"Just me Sheriff." I piped up. Stiles shifted over some to let me be seen. The Sheriff looked at me curiously.
"Raf? What are you doing here?" The Sheriff glanced between Stiles and I as Stiles opened and closed his mouth trying to come up with an answer.
"I am here to talk to Stiles about his crush on my friend Madison." I stated. Stiles made a few coughing and sputtering noises, spraying me with spit.
"I've noticed that too. What are you going to do about it Stiles?" The Sheriff asked as he turned his attention back to his son. Stiles looked between the Sheriff and I, making a few odd sounds as he rocked back and forth on his heal with a panicked smile on his face. Suddenly Stiles shoved me back into the room and stepped out into the hallway as he shut the door.
"Rude!" I yelled out at him as I went and plopped down on his bed again. Derek shook his head and rolled his eyes at me. "I saw that."
"I wasn't hiding it." Derek whispered at me. I glared at him and held two fingers to my eyes and then pointed them at him. Derek rolled his eyes at me again.
"Huggie…huggie, huggie…" I heard Stiles awkwardly tell his father as they finished up their conversation.
"Stiles is more awkward than me." I spoke no one in general, but I saw Derek nod his head in agreement. "Bye Sheriff!" I yelled. I heard his muffled bye to me as he headed out the door. Derek walked to the door as Stiles came back inside, not noticing Derek's proximity.
"So-" Stiles was cut off by Derek pinning him against the door. I sat up to watch it unfold, already knowing that Derek wouldn't actually hurt him. "Oh!"
"If you say one word…" Derek threatened. I could hear Stiles heart beat thumping loudly as he quietly began freaking out.
"Oh, what, you mean, like, "Hey, Dad, Derek Hale's in my room. Bring your gun?" My eyebrows rose up, silently impressed with Stiles for standing up to Derek. Derek seemed surprised as well as he leaned back a little. "Yeah, that's right. If I'm harboring your fugitive ass, it's my house, my rules, buddy." Stiles lightly hit Derek's shoulder. I giggled as I noticed Stiles was watching for Derek's canines. Derek glanced over his shoulder at me briefly. He nodded and straightened Stiles jacket from where he had crinkled it. Stiles let out a huff of relief and straightened Derek's jacket. Stiles began to walk around him when Derek did a fake out and pretended to go for him. "Oh, my God!" I laughed loudly as Stiles heart beat sky rocketed even higher. Derek sent me a glance with a small, pleased smirk on his face.
"Scott didn't get the necklace?" Derek asked. Stiles glanced between the two of us with squinty eyes, like he was looking for something.
"Oh! Is that why we're here?" I asked as I flopped back on the bed and played with the end of my braid. Stiles made some sputtering noises.
"What! You didn't even know where he was taking you? He just said, "Hey Raf! Follow me!" and you were just like, "Ok" and then followed?" Stiles flailed his arms some. I wrinkled my nose at the terrible interpretation of Derek and mines voice. "You just trusted him, no questions asked?"
"Uh, yeah…why wouldn't I?" Stiles stared at me with a dumbfound expression and Derek looked at me a little surprised. "What?"
"Unbelievable." Stiles sighed as he ran a hand over his face. "No, Scott didn't get the necklace. He's still working on it. But there's something else we can try." I leaned up in interest and stared expectantly at Stiles. Derek stepped forward in interest and gestured for Stiles to continue. "The night we were trapped at the school, Scott sent a text to Allison and Madison asking them to meet him there." My eyebrows shot up in surprise. This was news to me.
"So?" Derek asked confused. He glanced at me to see if I understood. I shrugged my shoulders.
"So it wasn't Scott." Oh yeah, Derek and I had smashed his phone earlier that day…really more Derek…let's blame Derek.
"Well, can you find out who sent it?" I bet Garrett could do it with ease. I looked at Stiles, who was already looking at me. Somehow I knew he was thinking the same thing.
"No, not me. But I think we know somebody who can." Derek looked at us in confusion before Stiles pulled out his phone to send him a text. "And now we wait." There was a minute or two of awkward silence.
"This is boring." I huffed out. "…and weird. Hanging out at the same time with both of you is weird." Stiles and Derek both glared at me. "I know! We could actually talk about Stiles' crush on Madison." Stiles let out some sputtering sounds from his desk while Derek sighed.
"Or we could not." I gave Derek a look causing him to roll his eyes. "Talking about Stiles' nonexistent love life sounds worse than painfully awkward silence." Stiles made an offended noise.
"Because there are girls lining up for you." Stiles shot back. Derek's jaw muscles flexed in irritation as he glared at Stiles, causing said person's heart rate to accelerate.
"It wouldn't be nonexistent if we talked about it." Derek continued to glare at Stiles as Stiles cowered back against his desk. I groaned. "Okay, Stiles. You like Madison, right?"
"I mean, yeah...I guess." I shot him a look of disbelief. "Well, like I'm starting to like her. She knew a Star Wars fact that I didn't know. And I checked to see if she was making it up, and she wasn't! Do you know how –that's just unheard –and then her face –and her –I just –uuuuhhhhhh!" Stiles flailed on the last part before banging his head on the desk. Could anyone ever make sense of what this child says? "Ow."
"Soooooo what's stopping you?" I prodded. Stiles lifted his head and stared at the floor as he turned his chair back and forth.
"Well…I've always like Lydia, but she doesn't know I exist. And then the more time I spend with Madison the less I like –uuhh, it's just complicated."
"No it's not. Go with the girl that you have the most in common with and who actually knows you exist. Not to mention that she likes you, for whatever crazy reason that is. Ask her out. It's simple." Derek huffed out as he sat in the chair by Stiles' bed. Stiles and I stared at Derek with surprised expressions. "If either of you ever tell anyone I participated in this conversation I will kill you both."
"Awww, someone is getting chummy with Madison." I cooed from the bed as I pointed a finger in Derek's direction. Derek rolled his eyes, but didn't deny it. "Wait. That's the most I've heard you say at once." Derek shot me the middle finger, causing me to laugh. Stiles gaped and opened his mouth, but was cut off by the doorbell. He wordlessly got up to go and answer it.
"Who's with Garrett?" Derek asked in confusion. I sniffed the unfamiliar scent and shrugged my shoulders. Our question was soon answered as Garrett entered with a tall, buff, tan guy.
"Guys, this is Danny." Stiles introduced us. I saluted the guy as I flopped back down on the bed. "Alright, I didn't actually ask you over to help you with your make-up work Garrett. I need you to trace a text."
"You need me to what?" Garrett asked in confusion. "I have mountains of make-up work to do man."
"Trace a text." Stiles explained as he tried to convey with his eyes how important this was.
"I came here to help tutor him in the material that he missed. That's what tutors do." Danny quipped.
"And we will, once Garrett traces the text." Stiles voice rose as he began to get a little frustrated.
"And what makes you think I know how?" Garrett crossed his arms in defiance. I scoffed from the bed. Did he forget I was here?
"Beside the fact that Raf is your friend? I…I looked up your arrest report, so…" Stiles trailed off.
"I…I was 11. They dropped the charges." Garrett defended. Danny looked at him surprised.
"What could you possibly have done at 11 to get arrested?" Danny asked in disbelief. I snorted at the memory.
"He got bored one night, hacked into the school and changed a kids grades that he didn't like to spell out penis." I said while chuckling.
"No, we're doing make up work." Danny spoke up. "I'm not letting you do any illegal activity while I'm here." Garrett shrugged his shoulders in defeat and plopped down in a chair.
"Oh, my…" Stiles said under his breath in frustration. I saw Danny glance over at Derek and I.
"Who are they again?" He asked. Stiles turned to look at Derek in panic as he wracked his brain for a reason.
"Um, that's my cousin…Miguel….and…his girlfriend Raf." Stiles mumbled. Derek's head rose up in a glare at the same time that I rose to a sitting position to glare at him. Derek shot me a look. I just shrugged at him as he went back to 'reading' his book.
"Is that blood on his shirt?" I glanced at Derek. Sure enough there was blood on his shirt. I made a surprised noise. I guess I was so use to there being other people's blood on him, that I just had grown accustomed to the extra smell. Not sure if that's a bad thing…
"Yeah. Yes. Well, he gets these horrible nosebleeds." Stiles explained, his heartbeat racing in anxiety. "Hey, Miguel." We all turned to look at Derek. Derek raised his head slowly with a murderous glare on it. Was it just me or were those glares starting to be kind of hot? "I thought I told you you could borrow one of my shirts." Stiles eyes darted over to his dresser a few times. Derek slammed his book shut and threw it beside me on the bed as he slowly went over to the dresser. Derek stripped off his shirt, showing off his muscles and tattoo's, before throwing his shirt on me. I found myself staring without realizing it, studying the triskalion as well as his muscles. I briefly registered that Stiles had started talking again. I caught Derek looking at me out of the corner of his eye. He sent me a small smirk as I looked down at the book next to me. I thanked everything in existence that I had kept my heartbeat down.
"Stiles." Derek glared at Stiles as he held up a small shirt. I noticed Danny staring as his heartbeat began to rise.
"Yes?" Stiles asked, obviously irritated in Derek's interruption.
"This…no fit." Derek tugged on the small shirt. I snorted in amusement as Derek sent me a glare.
"Then try something else on." Stiles turned back to the computer, obviously not noticing Danny's distraction. I pointedly look anywhere but at Derek. "Sorry." Stiles mumbled. Realization appeared on Stiles' face. "Hey, that one looks pretty good, huh? What do you think, Danny?"
"Huh?" I turned and couldn't stop the chuckle that came out of my mouth as I stared at Derek wearing a horrid orange and blue-stripped shirt. Danny tried to cover that he had been gawking at Derek, but his heartbeat was racing. Derek glanced at me as I continued to chuckle, sending me a glare.
"The shirt." Stiles elaborated as he continued to try and pimp out Derek. Danny let out a sigh.
"It's…it's not really his color." I could smell the anger coming off Derek as he begrudgingly continued to let himself be pimped out. Derek stripped off the shirt and went back to his search.
"You swing for a different team, but you still play ball, don't you, Danny Boy?" Stiles asked. I heard Garrett let out a low chuckle.
"You're a horrible person." Danny quipped as he continued to try and not look at Derek.
"I know. It keeps me awake at night." I heard Stiles heart beat rise as he lied about it bothering him, causing both Garrett and I to laugh. "Anyway, about putting off his tutoring session…"
"Stiles! None of these fit." Derek glared at Stiles as I heard Danny's heartbeat shoot up. Stiles looked at Danny expectantly.
"Alright, we'll do this tomorrow." Danny leaned down and grabbed his bag as he left. "I'll let myself out." Stiles fist pumped into the air.
"Alright Garrett, you're up." Stiles clapped Garrett on the shoulder as said person shook his head while smiling in amusement and rolled his chair toward the computer. I looked down at my phone as it vibrated. It was from my boss telling me he needed me to come back into work. I stood up and handed Derek his shirt.
"I blame you for this." Derek said under his breath. I patted his bear chest; ignoring the butterflies it gave me in my stomach.
"Whatever helps you let us pimp you out." I winked as I walked toward the door. "I'm off to work boys." I waved like Julie Andrews in Princess Bride as I left the room.