Stiles could not hide his excitement as Erica handed him the large cup of pretzel bites. He swiped the cheese container from Scott before plopping unceremoniously into a nearby chair. His mouth watered as he dunked a pretzel into the cheese as far as he could and slipped it into his mouth. He could feel the warm cheese on his chin, but wiping it off would have wasted precious pretzel-eating time.

Stiles was in heaven. The trio had managed to find a new outfit for each of them, with Erica's stamp of approval on each one, and to find a new video game representing werewolves. Stiles' reward for allowing Erica to pick out his entire outfit, down to the boxers? Pretzels with cheese. Stiles was not sure what was in his bag, but he knew pretzels in his stomach were amazing.

Without finishing the last pretzel, Stiles had another two already in his mouth. He could tell Scott was disgusted by the look of Stiles' open mouth chewing, which only encouraged the boy to keep it up.

"I figured we could go see a movie after this," Erica stated matter-of-factly as she ignored the disgusting mess of a Stiles. "At least there I can make out with Boyd, which would be much more sanitary than what you're doing now, Stiles."

Stiles grinned as he shoved another pretzel in his mouth. Scott had to physically turn away from the sight. "What movie?"

"Don't know, don't care. I never end up watching it anyway," Erica replied as she pulled out her phone and started texting someone. "Besides, if you go to a movie and watch it, you might as well hand over your man card."

Scott gave her an inquisitive look before he stopped himself.

Stiles asked around bites of pretzel, "When will the others get here?"

"Oh, they've been here a while, I have been avoiding them," Erica replied nonchalantly. Stiles raised an eyebrow and wiped his chin with his sleeve. Erica gave him a dirty look before pointing to the bag. "Go change. I'm not having a homeless person hanging with me."

Stiles rolled his eyes again before popping the last pretzel into his mouth. "Fine, since you bought me the outfit. Where should I change?"

"Right here."

"ERICA!"

"You asked."

"Stiles, go to the bathroom, please. I've seen enough of your bad habits today," Scott stated as he threw away his own pretzel since he no longer had an appetite for pretzels.

Stiles grinned proudly as he grabbed the bag and headed in search of a bathroom. His smile faded as he saw the line of guys for the stalls. Doesn't anyone pee anymore? Stiles held his bag tightly in his hand as he went in search of the next bathroom.

That bathroom, too, was filled to capacity. Groaning dramatically, Stiles walked over to Victoria's Secret and the secret bathroom they allow shy ladies to change in. He gave his most award winning smile to the girl hanging up clothes, which was probably the worst smile she had ever seen according to her facial expression.

"I need to change before I meet up with my boyfriend, but the bathrooms are packed. Can I change in yours, please?"

The girl exhaled slowly and looked him up and down. "Boyfriend?"

Stiles felt a sudden jolt of dread as he saw her judging him. Did she not think he was boyfriend material? Sure he had cheese down the front of his shirt, and he was a bit pale from the pills he has to take. But he was attractive-ish. He gave her a glare to match her own. "My friend picked out the outfit. I don't even know what is in the bag."

The girl's eyes lit up as she held her hand out for the bag expectantly. "Let me see."

Stiles hung his head backwards as he handed the bag over. One look at her face told him she was impressed with whatever was in the bag. For the first time that day, he sensed he should be wary of Erica's taste in clothing. "How bad is it?" he asked.

The girl smiled as she led him to the very back of the store to the secret bathroom. She opened the door and handed him the bag. "I can't wait to see you in it."

Stiles suppressed a shiver as he stepped into the bathroom. He was not looking forward to wearing whatever was in the bag.

It took Stiles a while to finally finish getting dressed. Not only did Erica put a shirt, pants, and boxers in the bag, she also provided Stiles with a new pair of shoes and socks to match. Stiles could not fully see himself in the small mirror above the sink, but he hoped he looked alright. The only person he wanted to impress was Derek.

Stiles shoved all of his clothes and shoes into the bag and pulled off the final tag from the sleeve of the new shirt. The red v-neck was soft, and Stiles could get used to it. The pants, on the other hand, were way too tight and showed off his package too much.

He adjusted the crotch area before stepping out of the bathroom. The girl was nowhere to be seen, so Stiles aimed for the front of the store. Sure enough, the girl was hanging clothes up on a rack. Her smile broadened as Stiles took a few steps towards her. "So?" he asked as he turned around in front of her.

"I have never been jealous of a guy before, but I wish you were my boyfriend right now," she whispered huskily in his ear. Her hand traveled down the front of his shirt stopping just above his pants.

"Um, t-t-thanks?" Stiles stuttered as he tried to move away from her, unused to this sort of attention. Her hands seemed to keep traveling over his torso no matter where he moved. He tried to side-step her, but it didn't work.

"You look great. Why don't we go back to the bathroom?"

"Whoa! No touchy!" Stiles nearly shouted as her hand cupped his crotch.

A growl from the doorway to Victoria's Secret drew both of their attention. Stiles' panicked expressed turned to relief as he saw Derek standing ready to attack the girl. "I believe he said to stop touching him."

The girl pouted as she stepped slightly away from Stiles, her hands returning to the clothes on the hangers. "Fine."

Stiles shifted his attention to Derek as he hurried to the werewolf. Derek immediately put his arm around Stiles and led the boy far away from the store. He knew Derek was angry, but Stiles did not know what to say. His mind was still racing over what just happened.

Stiles didn't pay attention to their path, until they were in an empty hallway and he was pulled unceremoniously into an abandoned office.

Derek shut the door and flipped on the light. The werewolf placed his back on the door and closed his eyes. Stiles did not enjoy the girl touching him, and he would bet his jeep that Derek was about to get violent…especially considering the claws were slowly growing on Derek's hands.

Okay, time to distract the angry werewolf so he didn't return and kill the shop girl. Stiles looked around the room to see if there was something he could get Derek to focus on. The only furniture in the room were an old desk and a chair. Stiles took a step towards the desk only to find himself face down on it, the heat of a werewolf surrounding his back.