Disclaimer-All I have class tomorrow at 7 am, but you can have that if you like.
In the morning it hits me.
Which sucks, because I was doing so well. I hadn't freaked out, I hadn't started sobbing, I had barely blinked. But when I woke up to a throbbing pain in my shoulder and an even bigger headache, I suddenly was hit with the fact that a werewolf tried to kill me last night. A werewolf. Tried. To. Kill. Me.
And with that, I decide I'm not going to school today. When my dad comes in and sees my even paler than usual face, he doesn't argue.
As I lay there, I worry about Derek. Which is weird, because I'm the one who was attacked by a werewolf. But, then again, he had just told me his deepest, darkest secret and the next day I just didn't show up. The poor guy probably thought I was afraid of him- or worse, telling someone.
I tell myself not to worry about him and to get some rest, I argue with myself, I decide I'm crazy for talking to myself, I defend myself, and finally I decide to take a nap.
When I wake up, I have a visitor.
Of fucking course.
"Ah," I deadpan, staring at the figure leaning on my desk. "What are you doing here?"
"I could ask you the same question," Derek raises a single eyebrow- how the hell does he do that? I always have to hold one down with my finger and end up looking like an idiot.
"Uh, I kind of live here." He rolls his eyes at me and leans down to pick up the worn book on my desk. He shoots me a questioning look and I see it's a book on lycanthropy. I feel my cheeks heat up immediately.
"I-I had that! I didn't just go out and buy it, I swear. I've always been interested in that kind of stuff." He scoffs but drops it. "So, why are you here?" I quickly try and steer the conversation back.
"To find out why you're here," he says simply, shrugging. He looks out of place in my light blue bedroom, with his bulky leather jacket and intense look.
"Why I'm in my own house?" He nods. "Well, I was kind of attacked by a fucking werewolf last night. I think I'm entitled to one day off. Trauma or whatever, y'know? I should get a mental health vacation." Derek rolls his eyes again and walks over to my dresser, playing with the photographs on there.
"Excuse you, mister, I don't think we've known each other long enough for you to be poking around in my stuff," I quip at him, sniffing disdainfully. I hear a huff of breath, but he keeps pawing through my stuff.
"I still don't see why you're here, either. Just to check up on me? Would you do the same for Scott or Isaac? Or do you feel guilty for going all Jacob Black on me last night?" That gets his attention.
"Jacob Black?"
I roll my eyes. "Yes, a reference to pop culture. Why do I have this feeling you're not very up to date on that stuff?"
"Probably because I'm not." He finally puts my stuff back and walks over to me. "So, you're okay?"
His sudden change of tone throws me for a second. His cynical, grumbly voice quickly takes a soft turn and the caterpillars on his face that he fondly calls his eyebrows are tilted down in a concerned way. Either he is a really good actor or he is actually worried about me.
"I'm-I'm fine. Totally fine. And, don't worry, I'm not planning on telling anyone. You can go and chew on a squirrel or whatever." My voice is unsteady and I clear it, trying to regain control. Stupid dumbass dog. As soon as I think I've figured him out, he does something completely out of character. It's like he is trying to confuse me.
"Actually…" He groans and lets out a deep breath before continuing. "Laura wants me to invite you over for dinner. Tonight. She wants to make sure I don't scare you off or something and that you're properly informed." He peeks up at me and I fight off a chuckle at his expression.
"Don't act like one afternoon with me will cause you pain." I make a face at him and he huffs. "I don't know, though. I was late coming home last night and my dad had to order a pizza. And he picked the meat-lovers. Might as well be called life-haters. I swear, without me, he'd be dead by the end of the week." I stop to think for a second. "But I guess I could make him something and put it in the fridge. I can probably make it." He groans again and I roll my eyes.
"Whatever," he grumbles and goes to slip back out the window. Out the window. Excuse me…what?
"Wait a second there, pal. What are you doing?"
Derek looks at me, confused. "Um, leaving?" I sigh in exasperation of his idiocy and his eyebrows crinkle together.
"Why are you leaving through the window? And not the front door like a normal person?" I don't want to ruin his wolfy mojo or whatever, but I'm not sure if I like the idea of him just coming back and forth without my consent. "Oh, hey, don't I have to, like, invite you in or something?"
Derek glares at me and mutters, "That's vampires, dumbass," before gliding out.
"Hey! You never answered me. Derek, you never- you never answered me." He doesn't even look back as he struts across my front lawn and into the shadows.
This guy will be the death of me, I swear.
I hobble downstairs and go to make myself something to eat. As I'm laying slices of cheese on bread though, my door rings. I sigh deeply but go to answer it.
I swing open the door, ready to either yell at Derek, greet my father or tell some salesman to fuck off. But the people standing out there strike me speechless.
"Erica, Allison … Lydia?" What is going on? I've never really been friends with any of them other than Erica. Unless they are going to fulfill my previously mentioned fantasies, I have no idea why they are here.
"Stiles!" Erica grins and Lydia launches herself into my arms. Um… what? I feel myself stiffen- pun totally not intended- and I clear my throat.
"Hey, Stiles," Allison greets, waving and smiling. I wave back at her, a confused expression permanently etched on my face.
"Um, hey. Why are you guys all here?" I step aside to let them in.
"Because you weren't in school today. We were worried," Erica collapses onto my couch, her mini skirt inching its way up her thigh. Like a good friend, I look away.
"And Scott told us that you were at Derek's last night," Lydia trills from where she is perched on my coffee table. I groan loudly.
"Why would he tell you that? I told him I was there for a school project. Not exactly gossip-worthy."
"Except there haven't been any school projects yet. It's still the first month of school. C'mon, spill," Allison speaks up, smiling eagerly.
"You love him," Lydia teases and when exactly have we gotten to a point in our nonexistent relationship where she could tease me? Oh, who am I kidding, Lydia teases everyone.
"No, I don't," I say forcefully, retrieving my sandwich from the counter.
"But, you have a huge man crush on him, right?" Erica grins widely at me, wiggling her eyebrows.
I sigh deeply. "Guys. I just met him. I am heterosexual, probably, maybe. He is- an admittedly very attractive but also- heterosexual man. At the most, we're… acquaintances."
They all groan. "Acquaintances? Not even friends?" Lydia glares at me.
"Not even friends," I confirm. "I don't think Derek is even capable of having friends, okay? He's broody and moody and aggressive and asocial. Not exactly my dream guy. And, oh my God, I am not having girl talk with you guys."
Laughter fills the room- at my expense, of course. "Sorry, for wanting a little action in our lives," Erica says, making a face at me.
"If you only knew the action I got last night," I mutter, thinking of our not-very-friendly neighborhood werewolf.
"What?" They all screech, widening their eyes. I immediately realize what I just said and how they are most assuredly taking it.
"No! No, not like that. Jesus, you guys are like vultures."
"That doesn't even make sense," Allison points out helpfully, pulling out her phone to text Scott.
"You guys need to get out! Out, out, out," I cry, glaring at all of them.
"Fine," Lydia says dejectedly. There's an unspoken 'I know you're hiding something and I will get it out of you,' in her voice. Then again, there's always that kind of mood near Lydia. "Oh, but we're all going to the movies tonight. Want to come?"
I still am unsure how exactly we got to this point where Actual Goddess Lydia Martin is asking me to go to the movies with her- and a whole bunch of our friends, but whatever- but I know I am fine with staying here. "Uh, sorry, I have plans tonight," I answer. Oh, boo-hoo, I won't get to sit in a dark theater, surrounded by all my friends making out. How will I survive?
"With your dad?" Allison asks.
"Nah, with Derek and his sister," I say, not thinking. Oh, God.
"What?!" Lydia shrieks. "You're meeting his family?" They all exchange looks.
Me and my big mouth.
"No," I groan. "I already know Laura- his sister. He just, he invited me over for dinner and I politely accepted."
They all make the same exact face and look at each other again. Why didn't I take Girl as my language class? It would have been so much more helpful in life than Latin.
"So…it isn't a date?" Allison asks, an unreadable expression on her face. Kind of like pity and incredulousness and joy all rolled into one.
"And you aren't going to go take hours to get ready and pick out the right outfit for your not-date?" Erica asks, her face much easier to read. A mischievous smirk and a wink. Pure Erica.
"And you don't need our help?" Lydia finishes, an eyebrow cocked.
"No, no, and no. Or yes, yes, and yes. I don't know, whichever one means it isn't, I'm not, and I don't." I open the door, shooting all of them looks. "Goodbye."
Lydia pouts. "Bye. Have fun on your date." She shoots me one last smirk and then she's out. Ugh.
Erica simply hugs me, slips something in my pocket and is out. Allison shoots me a smile, still wrapped up in texting Scott.
Never mind what I said before. These girls will be the death of me. Trying to tell me this is a date… Which it isn't, right? Nope, nope, totally not
But, I should probably go pick out an outfit. I mean, they're going to be telling me their deepest secrets. I need to look presentable, at least.
But I am not going to shower for him. Because this is not a date.
Though, I do need a shower…
Oh, fuck it. He'll probably be able to smell soap on me and know I showered- not for him, for myself, excuse you- but I guess that's better than sweat and blood from last night.
I rush to the bathroom and start to peel my clothes off. Only then, do I remember Erica's parting gift. What did she put in my pocket?
I dip my hand inside, expecting the worse. My fingers close around a small square and I pull it out slowly, squeezing my eyes shut.
I take a peek and it's a…condom. That bitch left me a condom.
I throw it out just to prove to myself that I am definitely not going to need it and hop in the shower. The whole time, I make a point of not touching below the belt with anything other than soap. I am not going there. And I am definitely not jacking off before seeing Derek.
I wrap the fluffy red towel around my waist and walk leisurely to my room. Once I'm there, I drop the towel and bend over to root through my drawer for some boxers.
"Ahem," someone clears their throat behind me.
"Shit!" I yell out and pull my towel up, spinning around. Sitting on my bed is the man of the hour, our very own Derek Hale with the usual scowl in place.
"God dammit, man, you can't just do that! What is wrong with you?" I secure the towel and groan. He didn't see my frontal goods but he got a pretty good view of my ass. Bent over. Oh, God.
"I'm here to pick you up," he says simply and I glare at him.
"And why didn't you come through the front door? No, rewind, why are you even picking me up? You know my Jeep just got fixed. Why would I need a ride?" Feeling ridiculously self-conscious, I tug on a shirt and precariously try to pull my underwear off without giving him a show.
He shrugs. "I thought you would appreciate it."
"Well, I don't. Especially because you sneaked in here while I was naked. I am pretty sure that is illegal." His scowl deepens and I feel bad for a moment, because he was only trying to help, after all. But then I realize that, nope, I am not feeling bad for the guy who just sneaked into my bedroom and saw my pasty ass.
He shrugs again, but makes no movement to leave. "Um, Derek? I cannot believe I am actually asking you this instead of calling my sheriff father on your perverted ass, but can you please get out so I can get dressed? Then, I will gladly accept your ride. Okay, maybe not gladly. I'll probably still be kinda pissed at you. But I'll be happier than if I were naked. Which I am right now. Damn it, Derek, the first non-related person to see me naked was supposed to be a hot chick. Preferably of the petite, strawberry-blonde category. This ruins all my plans. You always ruin ev-" I cut myself off as I watch Derek get up and swiftly leave through my window. Through my fucking window.
I hear him mumble something like, "I didn't want to be the first person to see you naked, trust me," which rude, because the least you could do after seeing someone in the nude is give them some sort of approval. Like, 'Hey, Stiles, have you gained some muscle? Nice.' Or 'Wow, you have very nice inguinal ligaments.' Or 'Hey, your penis is the average size of someone your age. Good job with drinking all that milk and shit.' That would have been nice.
But, nope. I got Scowly McScowl Pants to pop that cherry. But, whatever. I'm over it. I will hold in my various feelings about this event in until later when I am safely nestled in my comforter with my journal- which is totally different than a diary, by the way- in hand.
I have no idea at all what we're doing for dinner, if we are going out or someone is making something or we're dining in the parking lot of McDonald's. Who knows. But Derek was wearing his usual henley and jeans combo, so I just throw on my trademark plaid shirt over five undershirts and jeans outfit.
I go downstairs- no way in hell am I climbing out that window like fucking Spiderman- and run into my dad.
"Oh, hey, Dad, um, I'm going out with a… friend. Dinner is done; it's on the stove. There's some lettuce and stuff in the fridge, so make yourself a salad to go with it. I'll be back by ten at the latest." I peck him on the cheek and turn to tug on a jacket.
"Scott?" My dad asks into his coffee mug, his eyes flashing up to me.
"Um, no. Derek Hale, the, uh, new kid? I don't know if you've heard of him. Not that he's had any run ins with the police! Not that I know of, anyway. And, oh, God, I'm just gonna shut up while I'm ahead. Which I'm not, considering where this conversation is going. And, okay, yup, I'm shutting up now." Dad sighs, putting his mug down.
"Well, I'm glad to hear you're making new friends," he says and I nod rapidly.
"Yup, yup, I am. And that new friend is actually waiting outside as we speak and it would be rude to make him wait, so…" I swallow loudly and Dad simply raises his eyebrows.
"He's… Just a friend, right?" His face looks tired and as if he really doesn't want to talk right now.
My eyes widen and I jump. "Definitely! Oh, my God, yes! Just a friend! Just a guy who is a friend. A guy friend. Not even a good friend. And acquaintance, really. Just two guy acquaintances going out for dinner, nothing weird. Nothing romantic, don't you worry, Dad." My voice is way too shrill and I'm even more flaily than usual (Is flaily even a word? It totally should be.).
Dad sighs again, deeper this time. "Good," he replies, but he doesn't sound completely convinced. "I am way too tired and not nearly drunk enough for that conversation."
"Ha ha!" I laugh fakely and start to leave. "Good one, Dad. I'll see you later. Bye." I literally sprint out the door.
One look from Derek and I know he's heard the whole thing.
"Not. One. Word," I warn him, climbing into his admittedly comfortable but really douchebaggy car.
"I wasn't going to say anything, trust me," he replies with a smirk.
I open my mouth to retort and his arm reaches out and cranks up the radio to a deafening volume. He flashes me a quick grin to my glare.
I wonder how he can listen to it that loud with his wolfy senses. If it's hurting my ears so badly, how must it feel to a freak like him?
There's no conversation on the way there, which makes me uncomfortable, but at least it isn't silence. I hate silence.
We're there quickly and I feel awkward when Derek opens my door for me, like it really is a date. Which it isn't, because then I would be on a date with his sister, too, which is a little too kinky for my taste, thank you very much.
Of course, he may only be doing it because Laura is in the open doorway, staring at us.
"Stiles!" She calls out happily and I return the smile.
"Hello," I greet, surprised when she pulls me into a hug. When we pull apart, she's smirking at Derek and I know there's something I'm missing. Damn wolves.
"You look wonderful," she says and I look down at my ensemble. Um.
"Laura, we're here for you to answer his questions, not make a new BFF," Derek snaps at her, eyebrows in full broody mood.
"Why not both, Derek?" The smirk is still in place and he growls before pushing in front of her. Her musical laugh echoes throughout the house.
I can tell it's going to be an interesting night.
AN-
So, I decided to start putting these at the end, because it seems nicer and easier.
I know I'm a bitch for ending it there, but the next update will be up sooner I SWEAR! I swear on my love for Stiles.
Sorry this is a little late but I swear I have reasonable excuses! The hurricane hit us kinda hard and my power was out for a while, meaning when my laptop dies, it was gone for a while.
AND THEN I had written out over half of it and then my computer got stupid and reset and erased ALL OF IT. I swear, I almost cried.
And finally, to top it all off, I got deathly ill. I am dying from the flu. BUT I still sat down and wrote, even though I had no inspiration whatsoever. I almost made Stiles get sick as revenge, but I decided that'd be kinda mean.
But here it is. Finalllly.