So, to keep with tradition, I'm alternating which means Jackson won't get to address Derek until the next chapter.

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Stiles was trying desperately not to beat Lydia and Allison. He was very close to failing. The Were's had been called away to train and the girls had convinced him to go see a movie with them. Not that it took much... with his best friend and boyfriend away getting sweaty what else was he going to do? Well, there was a cozy couch and a video game he needed to beat and he had the pizza place on speed-dial but, he figured getting out was better for him or something like that. The point was that they had dragged him to a chick-flick and then they had forced him into dressing rooms to try on what they thought he would look good in. He was currently trying to wriggle his butt into a pair of jeans but his boxers kept bunching up, keeping the denim from moving over the curve of his ass.

"Uhm... Ladies, I think this pair is a no-go." Stiles said as he peeked a head out of the curtain. He wa still wearing the pants and wasn't about to show the girls is problem.

"What do you mean? Those pants are perfect. They're you're size!" Lydia huffed as though he was blaming her for the fit of the pant. Stiles wasn't an idiot. He wasn't about to bame little miss Martin for anything. At least, not while she was in charge of his clothing choices.

"I can't get them over my boxers." He flushed. Man, this is awkward... he didn't want pants that Jackson would have a hard time getting him out of.

"Let's see." Lydia said as she put her hands on her hips.

"No!" Stiles cried indignantly. Over his dead body!

"Oh, come off it Stilinski. I'm only trying to help." Lydia yanked the curtain away despite Stiles' struggle to hide behind it. He had never wanted to be wrapped in pink cotton so badly in all his life.

Lydia stared at him for a moment before snapping a picture and walking away.

"Lydia! Get back here!" He cried out after her. He looked at Allison with wide, pleading eyes. "Allison, you have to stop her. I BEG YOU!"

Allison looked lost. She wanted to stop Lydia but what could she possibly do? This is Lydia Martin! She gave Stiles a sorry smile and a shrug. He groaned. He was officially screwed. They waited in agonizing silence for 5 minutes. Lydia marched back in with an all too wicked smile. She held out a glistening red bag with black tissue paper.

"No. Whatever it is no! I'm sure it is wildly inappropriate and I usually appreciate that but not when I'm trying to squeeze my fine ass into jeans!"

"You do have a very round and perky butt..." Allison whispered under her breathe with a smirk. She is in on it! Stiles thought, a little shocked.

"Either you put it on or I put it on you." Lydia shook the bag.

With a groan, Stiles grabbed the bag and whooshed the curtain closed. He peeked into the bag and saw red silk.

OH. HELL. NO!

Jackson's gonna get a surprise!

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