Chapter 10 - You Find Me Attractive?

STILINSKIS' HOUSE

Spread out on his best friends bed, Mickey yawned as he sent yet another cheesy text to Allison. He felt like a love-struck idiot but who was there to judge him? Stiles was seated by his desk googeling about the alpha, anything they could use to keep Scott from getting used as a killing machine. They hadn't spoken much since Mickey got dropped of by Derek, he'd just entered the house and took his place on the bed.

It was always like that between the two, Stiles kept to his thing and Mickey to his. The hyper spasm weirdly enough managing to keep calm whenver he spent time with the blond, Mickey didn't complain as he liked the calm silence air.

''Have you talked to Scott?'' Stiles finally asked the question he'd been thinking about ever since Mickey entered his room, it made the later roll his eyes over how long it had taken Stiles to speak up.

''There's nothing to talk about,'' he muttered as he read the short reply he'd gotten from Allison, she was getting ready for bed. So he sent her a goodnight text before letting the phone slump down onto his chest, his pale green eyes staring blankly at the roof.

''You sure? Cus' I haven't seen you two talk much these days,'' Stiles said, careful not to put any heat in the words. They both knew that the ever growing gap between Mickey and Scott was all on Mickey, because he wasn't man enough to speak to his friend.

He hesitated before letting his eyes find his friend, Stiles wasn't paying him any mind as he kept his eyes on the computer screen, ''He hates me, right?''

''He doesn't hate you,'' Stiles reassured with a sigh, turning around so he could face the other male, ''He just kind of feel betrayed that you didn't tell him.''

It stung but Mickey knew that he didn't have any reason to feel down over it, he'd caused this and he would have to own up to it, ''I deserve it, I'll talk to him as soon as the time comes.''

''Don't let this go on for too long,'' Stiles set him with a hard look, not wanting to deal with his friends bullshit when a killer alpha was on the loose.

''I promise,'' Mickey said with arms raised in surrender, his stomach clenched at the thought of the conversation that needed to be had.

HIGH SCHOOL - CLASSROOM

Seated in one of the most boring classes of the day, Mickey's eyes were glued to his best friends book as the buzz cut haired teen was practically coloring the whole book yellow. He also noted that Scott had still to arrive to class, noted that the dude who actually needed to go to class was absent.

''Just a friendly reminder - Parent/teacher conferences are tonight. Students below a "C" average are required to attend. I won't name you, because the shame and self-disgust should be more than enough punishment.'' Harris, the meanest teacher in the whole world said as he walked down the rows of desks before stopping at Mickey and Stiles table. Positioning his hands on his hips as he looked down at the teen coloring his book yellow, then turned his gaze to the other teen who now was going through pages in an all too fast pace to be possible to actually take in the text, ''Has anyone seen Scott McCall?''.

No one answered and no one needed to either as Harris attention turned to a very pale looking Jackson who arrived late to class, Mickey stopped going through the pages to look at Stiles. The later looking at Jackson as if the guy was a living corpse.

''Scott's skipping class, isn't he?'' Mickey whispered to his friend who sent him a hesitant smile, shrugging his shoulder.

''Probably, I haven't been able to get a hold of him since last night,'' Stiles said as he turned back to coloring his book.

''Everyone, start reading Chapter Nine. Mr. Stilinski. Try putting the highlighter down between paragraphs. It's chemistry, not a coloring book.'' Harris said from the front of the classroom, his back to the students but still speaking to them. Mickey guessed being a teacher came with the benefits that you could be rude without getting in trouble.

''Hey, Danny. Can I ask you a question?'' Stiles asked the teen seated at the desk in front of them, totally ignoring the pointed look he got from Harris.

''No.'' Danny deadpanned, Mickey snorted but shut up when Stiles sent him a glare.

''Well, I'm going to anyway. Um, did Lydia show up in your homeroom today?'' Stiles asked and Danny sighed before answering.

''No.''

''Can I ask you another question?'' Stiles asked after a few seconds of silence.

''Answer's still no,'' Danny said as he glanced backward at Stiles.

''Does anyone know what happened to her and Jackson last night?'' Stiles asked and Mickey noticed the slightly hurt look in Danny's eyes.

''He wouldn't - tell me,'' Danny explained as he went back to his book but Stiles wasn't done with his questions.

''But he's your best friend,'' Stiles said earning himself a hard punch on the arm from Mickey for being so darn blunt about it, not that Stiles cared. ''One more question.'' He said.

''What?'' Danny exclaimed in a low voice, really sounding fed up with all the questions.

''Do you find me attractive?'' This time Mickey couldn't hold himself back, he laughed out loud.