Alright here's the next chapter. I think its absolute shit but I'm posting it anyway. Leave reviews! It helps the next chapter come faster;) Per usual I own nothing! Read away my lovelies ! oh and its un-beta'd.
The silence between Jackson and Scott was never ending as the trudged through the woods back towards the Hale house. Scott broke the silence first per usual "You think we should tell Derek what's going on with Stiles? Or should we just leave it." Jackson turned toward Scott without missing a step. "He'll figure it out eventually. And he'll smell Ma on us anyway. I say we let him figure out what he did by himself. The prick needs to figure out how to actually use his emotions, and not just his sex driven ones. I actually like not hearing them get down and dirty every night. Makes Ly-"
Scott cut him off by slapping his hand over his mouth "Oh no you don't. I do not want about to hear about your sex life with Lydia. She's like my sister!" Jackson gave him a wolfish grin. "Yeah well just cause you're not getting any doesn't mean I can't." Scott shot him a death look. "I happen to remember getting some a couple weeks ago. But I'm sure you don't know anything about that, right." Jackson yanked him back, his claws digging into Scotts arm. "You said we weren't going to talk about it. You promised that we were going to forget all about it." Scott smirked and started walking away. "Don't know what you're talking about Jackson, I was talking about getting a little action from Allison behind the bleachers on the lacrosse field. But nice to know you still remember." Scott turned around with a smirk covering his whole face. "Was I that good? I mean, I guess I was." With a small chuckle and a final smirk Scott turned around and continued walking through the woods as Jackson stood frozen in his spot until Scott faded into the trees.
Derek was annoyed. Actually he was annoyed and pissed off. Stiles wasn't answering his phone. He had sent over ten text messages and left two voice messages. He was pacing back and forth in his room debating what to do when he heard the front door open and Scott trotted in followed by Jackson a little while later. He paid no attention to their bickering until he heard his mates name and he started to ease drop on the boys. "Should we go up and let him know where Mom is?" That was Scott. What did he mean? Stiles wasn't coming over tonight? They hadn't been apart at night in the short time that they had been together. Stiles never gave up the opportunity to cuddle in bed at night with Derek before getting up and making everyone breakfast before going to school.
Derek cleared his thoughts and turned back to the conversation "He's probably already figured out that Ma isn't coming over tonight. It's already eleven. He's probably listening to us right now anyway. So if you want to go talk to him and get the shit beaten out of you, be my guest. But don't come crying to me." Well at least his pups knew him well enough to know not to confront him. He refocused his hearing to catch the end of the conversation to see if they were saying anything else about his mate but all he got was Jackson hissing "Stop bringing it up Scott. It didn't mean anything. It was near the time of the full moon and it was one time. Just forget about it. It's never going to happen again. Got it?" "I'm not an idiot Jackson, in case you've forgotten I'm still a werewolf and I can smell the lust on you so I call bullshit. But you can keep telling yourself whatever you want so you can sleep at night. So just go crawl in bed with Lydia. Have a nice night." And with that Derek heard the door slam shut and Jackson's quiet curse as he bounded up the stairs to his own room.
Derek closed his eyes and sat back on his bed. So something had obviously gone down between Jackson and Scott and something was happening with Stiles. He knew that he'd have to find out what had happened with the oldest of his pups but right now his only concern was his mate. He missed him, not like he'd ever admit it out loud, to anyone but Stiles. He let out the breath that he had been holding. He knew what was wrong with Stiles. He was mad about Derek refusing to let him tell his dad what was going on. Derek sat up and reached for his phone that was on the dresser. He didn't know what to say but he figured sending another text would piss Stiles off less than if he showed up and demanded entrance. His fingers hovered over the keypad before typing out his last message of the night.
From Derek:
We can talk about it. I miss you. Just come home Stiles. I'll be waiting when you're ready.
I love you.