Scott stopped whining about Allison and had converted to gazing longingly at her across classrooms and the cafeteria. I swear he wasn't even being subtle about it, wasn't even trying to be subtle. If it wasn't annoying and disgustingly sweet, I would feel pity that she wouldn't give him the time of day right now. She wouldn't answer calls or texts from either of us, because that moron actually swiped my phone and used it to try to contact her. I suppose his tiny male brain thought that simply because I had a vagina I wouldn't be subject to Allison's confusion and aversion.
Dumbass.
I ditched my personal overgrown puppy for a few minutes in order to corner Jackson, a potential puppy from broody but reliable sources, at his locker. I couldn't see bandages, but Derek did mention he bit him on the side so it wouldn't be easily spotted during innocent clothed interactions.
Ewwww. Now I have bad images in my brain I could have lived without.
"Hey, Jackass, how's it going?" I smirked, ignoring his annoyance at my presence and the nickname.
"What do you want, Stilinski?" He sneered, slamming his locker shut.
"How do you feel?" I asked nonchalantly, leaning on the next locker over. "I imagine a bite would be painful, especially one sized to a fully grown man's mouth."
I poked him in the side, in the exact spot I remember Derek showing me he had placed it. I tried to lift his shirt to check on it myself, but he slapped my hand away.
"How the hell do you know?" He demanded, glaring at me.
"Derek." I smirked, enjoying this more than I should honestly. "You're coming with me and Scott, Fido. Got some things to talk about without all these ears around."
"No way. Hell will freeze over before I will ever willingly be seen with you." He snapped back, walking down the hall.
I rolled my eyes. He really was so full of himself. I increased my gait so I would slip in front of him and created a suitable distance between us to appease his highness that led him to our next class. He grumbled under his breath, but followed.
"So, how is it healing, by the way?" I asked again, since he ignored my question the first time. I was even careful to avoid using specific words so it could be a number of things, in case anyone nearby was paying attention to our conversation.
"Fine. Don't see why you would care." He didn't quit, did he?
"I heard somewhere that wolves in a pack would take care of their own. I may barely tolerate you most days, but I do care if you catch a nasty infection and die. That's the only level of care I have for you, so don't go gooey on me." I smirked when he looked thoughtful, then disgusted and outright offended. It took a tremendous effort to not laugh in his face.
Scott caught up with us further down the hall than I expected, his goofy grin absent as he took in the fact that Jackson and I were semi walking together while having a conversation.
"This would probably be a good time to mention that I'm quitting the lacrosse team soon. Like, within the next week or two." I commented innocently, inwardly eager to witness the fallout of the bomb I dropped on my furry bff.
Scott didn't disappoint.
"You're quitting the team?!" He whisper yelled, but he may as well have shouted it at the top of his lungs. "Why?"
"Necessity. I have personal reasons that I will disclose to you guys later." I hedge, we were almost to the classroom now.
Jackson split off from us and talked to Danny about lacrosse practice. Scott and I took our usual seats, but he looked less inclined to drop the discussion than I would like.
He leaned forward. "Stiles, you're first line. Why would you quit the team now?"
I pinched the bridge of my nose, resisting the urge to reach back and smack the stupid out of him. I love him like a brother, I do, but I could only deal with so much dumb before my patience snapped.
"I'll tell you later." I hissed meaningfully. Take the hint you overgrown canine.
Scott wised up, he kept his questions to himself for the rest of the school day. It was difficult for him and I appreciated it. When the final bell rang, he shadowed me to my Jeep quicker and more eagerly than usual. He didn't pause to glance around for Allison or attempt to discreetly detect her scent to see if she'd left already. Jackson spared us a glare and stomped to his Porsche. Maybe he was on his way to visit Lydia in the hospital?
"What's going on, Stiles? We've been talking about making first line together since we started high school, you were ecstatic when you made it this year. What changed?" Scott demanded, worry and nervousness were plastered all over his face and reflected in his eyes.
"You remember what I told you when you asked me why I was an only child?" I countered, curious if he would remember. Sometimes he was awesome at being my bro, he was supportive and there. Others, namely once Allison came into the picture, he had seriously slacked off on the support and generally being there if I had a thing. I tried not to resent either of them for it, she was his first girlfriend and all. . . but he should've noticed when crazy Peter kidnapped me to track Derek. He should have been more concerned when Derek was literally dying of rare wolfs bane poisoning, instead of playing grab ass with his girlfriend. It's like his brain got scrambled and his priorities were run through a shredder, the pieces scattered by a fan.
His eyebrows scrunched together. "You told me your mom had a disease, I can't remember what you called it, but it meant she couldn't have kids very easily. What does that have to do with you quitting the team?"
"It's possible I have her disease. I decided if I'm going to have kids I need to start earlier than she did, so I can have at least two. The longer I wait, I run the risk of them having a laundry list of health issues." I explained patiently, knowing the next slice of this information pie will be hard for him to digest. "After Derek became the alpha he fell into what I've labeled a haze. A driving need to build a pack, by any means necessary."
I stressed the last four words, so he understood what I'm trying to say.
"Why would he have anything to do with. . . . ?" His eyes widened. "Unless you slept with him. Is that what I'm smelling on you? Ugh!"
His nose scrunched in a way I normally find adorable, but right now it's childish. He actually waved his hand in front of his face!
"Yes, Scott." I rolled my eyes. "Derek stopped my house last night, we had sex. Grow up, you've done the deed with Allison. Teenagers have sex, it's part of life!"
"How will you know if you're. . . .?" He trailed off, frowning.
"Pregnant? I guess his wolf nose or a pregnancy test will tell me. Depending on what's available first, though I doubt he'll leave me to it while I grow his cubs or whatever." We hadn't discussed that yet, but we probably should some time soon. "I'll have to ask him how these pregnancies progressed in his pack. Is the pregnancy shorter than a human/human pairing?"
"You don't know? Did you think this through?" He demanded, not amused by my musing aloud.
"I've been thinking about it since I was old enough to understand what pregnancy and motherhood is. I spoke to my doctor and my dad, they know all about my plan. Hell, I was considering procedures this summer, before this kind of fell in my lap. It would've happened one way or another, this way I know who the father is personally and he can be more involved in the process." I sighed, rubbing my eyes tiredly and focusing on Scott. "Besides, this helps Derek, too. It will be good for him."
He narrowed his eyes at her. "Do you have feelings for him, like a crush or something?"
I blinked, not expecting that. "No! This was a coincidental, kill two birds with one stone kind of a deal and I decided to go for it."
Scott didn't seem entirely convinced, but he wasn't glaring suspiciously at me anymore which was a plus.
"Are you okay with this?" I wouldn't know what I would do if he wasn't.
He shrugged. "Your body, your life, your choice. I don't really have much of a say in it, do I? As long as you're happy, you're okay, that's all that matters to me."
I leaned over and hugged him, relieved he wasn't being weird about this. He would technically be the baby's pack mate, in a sense since he was close to me. Oh, hell, that means Jackass would be the kids pack mate, too.
I don't know how I feel about that.
"I vote we visit Lydia in the hospital, see how she's holding up." I visit Lydia out of a sense of guilt. I was there when she was attacked. Every day I think maybe she wouldn't have been attacked if I hadn't been there. Most days, I couldn't tell if that was the guilt speaking, or genuine observation.
He didn't object, but I didn't think he would. Part of him feels guilty, too. Which makes sense, kind of, but not completely. I haven't told him that, though.
The hospital was quiet tonight in the sense that there were no emergencies, which is a good thing, but makes it feel eerie to me. I don't know, it's weird and I can't always explain in words why I feel that way.
Lydia's mom was at work and her dad wasn't there today in his unofficial but claimed seat. Jackson was also notably absent, so my earlier speculation was proven incorrect. It irritated me, but left me curious. If he didn't come here, where did he go? Maybe he went to talk to Derek, since I told him I knew about the bite and that I was concerned with how it was healing. He could have questions or he could be telling the alpha to shove his pack offer up his ass. The second option was more likely, to be honest. The only people I've ever seen Jackson truly listen to are Coach, his parents on some occasions, Lydia and Danny. The last two were on a situational basis, but it still held true. He would revel in being a werewolf in a way Scott never has, but I don't think he would blindly follow Derek as his alpha straight out of the gate.
I kept the visit with Lydia on lighter topics, after our initial opening where she states that I come every day. I respond with my standing mini speech about my guilt and wanting to be sure everything is healing properly. Scott stutters and fidgets like the awkward teen he is. My brain was buzzing with theories and thoughts on potential new pack mates.
Isaac Lahey is definitely at the top of my list. I've noticed behavior patterns that fit with someone who is being treated as someones personal punching bag. He has told some half decent lies to cover the cause of his injuries, but they happen too frequently and several dozen are suspiciously shaped as well as placed. Also, how many times a week can he 'fall down the stairs' and 'run into stuff'? Come on, dude! That's practically in the domestic abuse excuse handbook! I payed closer attention and the bruises he played off as from the opposing team were already on his skin when he came to school that morning, hours before the game. I shook my head and reeled my thoughts back into focus. I'll bring it up to Derek so he could scope him out and decide for himself.
I tried to tell dad my suspicious, but his hands are tied unless he's given undeniable proof. My testimony alone wouldn't hold up, even in I am the Sheriff's daughter.
Scott and I left when Lydia's mom showed up, it was time for her shower. His face was priceless.
I dropped him off at his house, waving off his offers to team up on Halo. I planned on heading home, eating dinner and then messaging Derek about today's new development in the pack department. If dad is home, I should tell him I wasn't going through with the procedure this coming year. I won't tell him I'm pregnant, yet, it's too early. I should tell him that I have a . . . . donor? Willing participant? Whatever Derek will let himself be classified as, in any case.
I came home to a note on the kitchen counter. Dad is pulling a double tonight, two of his Deputies are out for personal leave.
The Beacon Hills public are under the impression that Kate is an endangered missing person. It's better than Derek being blamed, but I want to laugh at the 'endangered' in the poster title.
I went the lazy route and reheated leftovers instead of cooking as I'd originally planned. I texted Derek about Isaac, including where the teen would be tonight if his schedule was consistent. I wasn't overly bothered that he didn't text me back, I had a hunch he drove straight to the graveyard.
I hung out in the living room in black short shorts and a grey cropped tank top, my hair thrown up in a messy bun on the top of my head and no make up on, watching The Walking Dead. Werewolf movies aren't the same when you run with actual werewolves. Scott groans and rolls his eyes when we attempt to watch anything werewolf related. The Walking Dead was gory and awesome, so I wasn't too torn up about it.
I had mixed feelings about Rick and Lori Grimes, but I straight up hate Shane Walsh. He is a disgrace to the uniform my father wears proudly. I cheered loudly when he died, I'm not ashamed of it.
I called it a night around eleven, because if I binge too much I won't sleep and will regret it tomorrow.
I woke up in total darkness to lips on my throat, the barest hint of stubble scraping against my skin, the lips working in a pattern that ran up one side across my neck and down the other side. I registered the weight pressing me down in a familiar way and a clothed erection grinding into my leg, which led me to realize I was in fact still wearing clothes. My hands reached blindly, my body relaxing more when I felt the leather under my hands.
"Derek." I sighed.
