Haha, well, this isn't Saturday but yay, chapter 4! Enjoy! :) (also - the next update won't be on Saturday, because I'm travelling all day, so it'll probably be Sunday. Eh, enjoy anyway! :) )
"There," Stiles hissed, "look, it's there, can you see it?"
"Yes, Stiles," Scott huffed. "I saw it the last three times you pointed it out, too." He swerved around another tree. "Are you going to go up to it, or not?"
Stiles, finally, stopped the bike. "I don't know, it looks kinda..."
"Abandoned?" Scott half-asked. In truth, the house looked like someone had built it and forgotten about it before it had even been lived in.
"Yeah, abandoned." They exchanged a glance, then Stiles' eyes settled back on the bike – Derek's bike – which was sitting in front of the porch. "What creep would willingly hang out in a place like this?"
"Derek Hale," Scott replied instantly.
"You called?" A voice behind them made both boys yelp with fright. Stiles whipped around, and promptly fell off the bike. Without even looking, Scott reached over and grabbed a handlebar, so that the bike didn't fall on top of Stiles. "What are you doing?" Derek Hale asked, his hands in his jacket pockets.
"Us? Oh, we were, uh, we were just..." Stiles started, stumbling over the words.
"Going for a ride," Scott said, nodding. "You know. On our bikes."
"I can see that," Derek said, clearly unamused. He raised his eyebrows. "But you're trespassing here." He motioned with his head. "Get off my land."
Stiles stood, saluting with the wrong hand. "Yessir, we'll just, we'll just go now, then." He clambered onto the bike, nearly going straight over the seat to the other side, and kick-started it, his hands unable to hold the keys, his jacket, and the helmet whilst trying to hold onto the handlebars, too.
Sourly, Derek stomped over and held onto the front of the bike, whilst Stiles sorted himself out. Stiles froze for a moment, but Derek raised his eyebrows and he buckled up the helmet. "Thanks, man," Stiles said.
"Don't call me that."
"Sure, dude."
"Or that."
"Okay..." Stiles thought for another word. "Derek."
"Look, just don't talk to me."
"Okay, okay, we're going." Stiles swung the bike around and sped off, Scott drawing up next to him.
Derek watched them for a moment before shaking his head and turning away.