Hello! My writing muse has been at my shoulder this weekend and keeping me inspired on this story, along with your guys' reviews, thank you all for reviewing/ following/and faving! It's definitely been an inspiration and motivator! On that note, here are my warnings and rambles for chpt 2 :-P

Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Teen Wolf or its characters, although I do fantasize about it and what I'd want to do with them, teehee!

Warning: Some language and (brief) suggestion. No spiciness yet, sorry.

Chapter 2 – Making the Call

- After School -

The moment he looked down at his phone, seeing those five little letters displayed on the screen, it had made every muscle and bone in Stiles' body freeze over like an iceberg. His thumb was hovering over the phone icon next to their name, ready to press down and have it dial the number for him, but his thumb was just as paralyzed as the rest of him.

At this point, he didn't know what was worse; that he lied to his friends about taking someone to prom, that someone being Derek, or now having to confront Derek about this unexpected invitation to prom that he put upon himself to go to. Either way he was screwed. If he went and told his friends the truth now, not only would they take pity on him like they normally did but they'd realize just how pathetic he was for lying about it in the first place. And Derek, well, he was probably going to rip his throat out.

'Maybe getting murdered by a werewolf wasn't such a bad idea,' he thought,' it sounds like a hell of a lot better than the alternative.' The alternative being that he'd look like a pathetic idiot to the others and have to live with that feeling for the rest of his life.

Shaking the thought from his mind he closed his eyes and took a deep breath before pressing down to dial, bringing the phone to his ear and not bothering to look to see if the number went through, hearing the dial tone sound. He didn't realize he had held his breath in until the call went to voicemail, letting out a shaky breath when he heard Derek's voice in the greeting.

"Hey you reached Derek Hale's cell, sorry I missed your call. Leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Thanks. BEEEEP!"

'Whoa, I've never heard Derek's voicemail before, he kinda sounds hot. How long has it been since I've seen him anyway?' trying to recall the last pack meeting at Derek's, 'normally he'd answer his phone whenever we need him for anything. Maybe that's why I've never heard his voicemail before. So what's keeping him? Or what if it's something bad? What if he's in trouble? Oh gawd, or worse, what if he's ignoring my call because the others have ratted me out already?! Fuck! I'm supposed to be leaving a message!'

Feeling flustered he opened his eyes to compose himself to his present surroundings while trying to muster up something to say, unfortunately his words came out like a stutter. "H-hey, D-Derek! H-How's it going there, buddy? Soooo, there's something I've been meaning to tell you, well, I mean tell you as of recently, since it didn't really occur till today, at school. B-But since you didn't answer here, I guess I'll call you back another time? Before next Friday. Not that anything great is happening on that particular day or has any importance or anything! Just to give you a heads up. Ok, I'm hanging up now….k… Pleasedon'teatme, kthanksbye!" He stumbled the last seven words in one big breath before hitting end on the call.

Breaking a sweat, the call had left him rattled and panicked now that he'd taken the first step to confronting Derek about the humiliating situation he'd buried himself in.

'You idiot!' He thought, dread flooding his mind at the idea that Derek was going to listen to his voicemail, say what the fuck, call his lame ass to get a further explanation, then Stiles would have to confess his lie to him about taking him to prom, and then probably be beaten to a pulp and left in some ditch for the animals to take care of him. Yep, there was no winning here. Just a constant humiliation. Fuuuuuck.

Putting his phone away, he opened the door to his jeep and jumped in, getting ready to head home. He hoped this weekend would be somewhat painless and less agonizing while he waited patiently for Derek's call back. That's if Derek decided to call him back.

- Elsewhere -

The sound of high pressured water being sprayed and trickling against a solid figure could be heard within the dark vast studio building, where thick clouds of steam escaped the confines of an open bathroom door. The warm bathroom air had been waft with the scent of clean body wash as the figure lathered themselves in suds before rinsing off the froth. A knob was being turned and squeaked while shutting off the hot spray of water, causing the sound of rain drops from the shower head to be silenced, some drops escaping. Derek grabbed the white towel that hung loosely on the hook by the shower, water trailing off his olive skin as he pulled the towel into the enclosed space with him and started drying off thoroughly.

He wrapped the damp towel around his waistline, which began to slip a little and hung dangerously low against his hips. Stepping out of the shower stall, he grabbed a second towel to rub through his dark hair and walked out into the hallway towards the kitchen area. The air outside of the bathroom felt crisped and cool compared to the heavy humid one he'd just left, waking up Derek's senses and making him feel refreshed, giving him enough energy to want to cook dinner and do some light reading before bed. The man could easily be a night owl if he had to, but if he could get some shut eye earlier he'd have the chance to wake up before the crack of dawn the next day and get an hour or two of intense cardio and strength training.

Slinging the second towel across his shoulders while still draped in the other one, he leaned against the kitchen island to grab his phone from the counter, where it was charging, checking to see if any missed calls or messages were received while in the shower. Normally his phone would be on in case there was any emergency from his pack and if they needed to get a hold of him ASAP. It had grown awfully quiet here in Beacon Hills and his instinct told him that being disconnected from the outside world for fifteen minutes from his day wouldn't hurt.

He waited for his phone to turn on and load onto the main screen so he could swipe and access his messages, already noticing a red phone at the top of the screen with Stiles' name, indicating a missed call.

'Stiles. Such a weird name... for a weird guy', he added, smirking as if recalling some of Stiles ridiculous antics and the things that came out of that mouth of his. Next to the red phone icon he noticed the voicemail icon had also appeared, indicating that the call was missed not too long ago and around the time he had jumped in the shower. Pressing the voicemail icon and putting the phone on speaker, he allowed the message to play while opening the fridge to find a quick dinner to heat up.

You have one new message at 3:37 PM. To hear new messages, please press 1, to listen to old messages pres- BOOP! New Message at 3:37 PM.

'...'

Derek moved his head out of the fridge to look at his phone to make sure it was playing the message. Noticing the message was still going, he started to think Stiles had just butt dialed him on accident, he was about to hit end on the voicemail until-

"... H-hey, D-Derek! H-How's it going there, buddy? Soooo, there's something I've been meaning to tell you, well, I mean tell you as of recently, since it didn't really occur till today, at school. B-But since you didn't answer here, I guess I'll call you back another time? Before next Friday. Not that anything great is happening on that particular day or has any importance or anything! Just to give you a heads up. Ok, I'm hanging up now….k… Pleasedon'teatme, kthanksbye!"

To hear this message again, please press—BOOP!

"What the…" his words falling short while looking down at his phone after pressing end on the voicemail, a little puzzled by the message he'd just heard. 'What the hell is this guy up to?' He wasn't sure what to make of it. He was first worried about the nervousness that was laced in Stiles' voice in the beginning of the message, but when he was talking about something on a Friday and the last quick sentence he ended with... well... Derek's curiosity was getting the best of him about what the hell Stiles was talking about. He knew the guy was weird and sometimes a dork, he just didn't know how far that personality trait could go.

Pleasedonteatme, kthanksbye!

Repeating those words in his head, Derek couldn't help but laugh at the ridiculous notion that must be going through Stiles' mind on what exactly Derek would do to him. Sure he made threats and gave the young man a hard time, which became a habit between them, but to act on those threats and cause the guy any actual harm was definitely out of the question. Besides, the honey eyed guy was starting to grow on him, oddly enough. Now regarding Stiles' last words there, when you define 'eat me'… Derek's mind strolling into the gutter there, unintentionally, ideas and mischief creeping into his thoughts.

WHAM!

Before he could dwell on that thought further he heard, or more felt, his front door getting shoved open with such powerful force, the chairs in his kitchen started to vibrate from the sudden impact.

"DEREK!"

Not worried about the intruder who just came in, Derek threw his head back in annoyance and closed his eyes, not wanting to know or deal with the unexpected company that barged into his home with such outrage; knowing it was probably something they were overreacting about.

"DEREK, I KNOW YOU'RE IN HERE. WE NEED TO FUCKING TALK. NOW!"

'These young wolves have no respect these days,' Derek thought, feeling peeved by the intruding werewolf. "What is it, SCOTT," he barked back, opening his eyes to look over at the young Alpha who was now standing in his kitchen.

Scott's stance seemed to be on the offense as he glared at Derek with distaste, his breath coming out ragged like he'd just ran five miles just to get here. "Why didn't you tell me about you and Stiles," he demanded, his glare deepening.

"Me and Stiles?" Derek's puzzled look came back, not sure if he had heard him right or not.

"Yeah, I had to find out from Stiles today. I understand why he'd keep it on the down low but you; I thought you and I shared a trust like a true pack does," Scott snapped, his words bitter from deception.

"What the hell are you even talking—" he couldn't finish his sentence as Scott cut in abruptly.

"Don't even try to lie to me right now because I'm already pissed that you've been hiding this," Scott started. "This whole time I'm thinking Stiles is going to prom all by himself next Friday so I've been trying to find a date for him, I was planning on setting him up with this one girl that Kira knows but then I find out that you and him are going?!"

Aaah, and now the puzzle pieces were coming together, Derek understanding Stiles' voicemail a lot more now. Ballsy mother fucker.

"And after all of this, this, secret about you two!" It seemed like Scott's rage was dwindling and becoming more exasperated as he tried to find the right words to justify his case." How long has this been going on for? Are you two really ashamed to share this with the pack?" His voice lowering as if the words themselves seemed like a sad statement rather than a question, waiting patiently for Derek's reply.

"Well," Derek was kind of lost for words here because, seriously, what the hell had just happened? First, he had no clue what Stiles was up to, had no clue that he himself was a part something that was apparently a big deal to his pack, and now he had to explain himself to his fellow alpha here what the current situation was and defend himself on it.

With Derek not continuing his sentence and still looking stunned, which seemed incredibly unnatural for the normally brooding glaring wolf to Scott's own knowledge, Scott decided to take a stand on behalf of his best friend.

"Listen, I don't care if he's into you, in fact, if it makes him happy then I'm happy. But because this is you we're talking about, I'm not letting you take advantage of him and use him as a chew toy just so he can be tossed aside. Stiles is the most incredible friend and the strongest human being I have ever known. He has always been there for us, through thick and thin. Even if he had to put his life on the line for any of us, he'd do it without a second thought. And I'd risk mine for him, I'd take a silver bullet laced with wolf's bane for him. So I swear to god that if I find out that you've hurt him in any way, physically, emotionally, or mentally, I will make you wish you had never even known him." Scott's last threat seemed to actually hit something within Derek, sinking in deep by hearing Scott's devoted friendship with such fervor that it left no doubt about everything he had said about the young man being true.

He knew he was going to be shocked later on for what he was about to say to Scott, but in all honesty, Derek would have no regrets admitting it. "I promise, with the moon and sun as my witness, I will treat and respect Stiles as if he were my own flesh and blood, because I know full heartedly that I don't deserve to have someone like him be with me." Derek made it a vow with his hand against his chest, the look in his pale green eyes full of truth and oath that it would have made a group of boy scouts cry. It was Scott's turn to be speechless for a moment.

"K, you better…" Scott responded back, his finger up in warning along with his glare, replacing it with a small smile to let the older wolf know they were on good terms now. As if letting go of his rage and steam had cleared his mind, he was now aware of his immediate surroundings. Scott looking around and then back at Derek, noticing he was only wrapped in a towel and it looked very, very, naked underneath. "Ew! Gross, dude! Put some clothes on!" Disgust in his voice.

"You're the one who barged in here, in my home," Derek chuckled, not bothering to move from his spot.

"What kind of person walks around their house with just a towel? Don't you have any decency?" Scott retorted back.

"Hm, I don't know?" Derek thought playfully, "maybe you can ask that question to Stiles sometime," he smirked, suggestion in his eyes and brow.

Scott couldn't help the squawk that came from his mouth with thought, "again, gross! You've made your point, I'm outta here!" He turned around and left the studio just as fast as he came in.

Once the young wolf was gone, Derek couldn't hold in the laugh that bellowed from him at this whole situation that fell on him, thinking how a fifteen minute shower with his phone off could have caused such a ruckus.

Running his fingers through his still damp hair, he remembered Stiles' message and what Scott had told him about the honey eyed guy not having a prom date before, now choosing Derek as that choice, for whatever reason. He knew Stiles wouldn't have acted so rash without cause and if he thought of Derek first as someone to take to prom, well, who was he to deny the young man's wishes? He was definitely going to have to call the spastic young man back, accept the offer, and maybe… just maybe… lay down some ground rules for this teen to obey.

A/N: Muhahaha! And so it begins *grins*. I hope you guys like the chapter! I love a good cliff hanger and I hope ya'll are at the edge of your seats to see what happens next. Derek seems to have an open mind about the situation while poor Stiles is a nervous wreck… just the way I like him ;-) We'll see where this predicament takes them in the next few chapters. There'll be some spiciness possibly in the next chapter, I'll see how it plays out. Oops! I've said enough already! Thanks for reading and reviews are appreciated