Moonlight Serenade2
Passing TimeScott was late.
Stiles sighed as she looked at the clock on the diner's wall. The Blue Moon diner was a favorite spot of Beacon Hills High crowd. It was the only place beside the movie theater that she and Scott felt comfortable going on a date at. Most of the time they ended up watching DvDs in her room or playing video games. But Scott had said he wanted to go out in public with his girl so Stiles suggested the diner.
Scott was now fifteen minutes late.
It could be anything? Maybe Scott's mom wouldn't let him have the car and he had to take his bike and maybe he got a flat tire? That sounded reasonable. Or…maybe…the Alpha had found Scott! And he was at this moment fighting for his life! While Stiles sat in the diner like a…Her phone vibrated to her relief. Because if she had to put up with one more pitying look from Ellie-May Tramp-It, Stiles was going to go over there and smack the bleached blonde, green eyed girl in to the next week! Stiles didn't care if…She pulled out her phone, all thoughts about the blonde left her as she read the text from Scott.
Okay Boyfriend: Allison wants to study with me. Hope you don't mind if we eat later?
Stiles stared at her phone in disbelief, because really? He was really doing this to her? Stiles quickly shot off her reply of; I'm at the diner!
Okay Boyfriend: Sorry make it up to you?
Stiles growled and shoved her phone back into her pocket. Stiles wondered if the diner's owners would make her pay for the damage if she slammed her head against the table…repeatedly. Ellie-May came up to the table and asked if she was ready to order. Stiles was about to tell her no, when…Derek Hale slid into the booth across from Stiles.
"Sorry, I'm late." Derek said while flashing a charming smile at the waitress. It affected Tramp-It the same as it had the deputy a week ago. That smile was a thing of beauty or it would have been if it were real. Stiles knew it wasn't, so Stiles glared at him.
"…She'll have the same."
What? "What?" Stiles asked coming out of her thoughts, "Did you just order for me?" Ellie-May smirked as she walked away from the table. Damn it now it would be all over school tomorrow that Stiles had been here with Derek Hale. Really, Ellie-May had it in for Stiles, which wasn't fair. It wasn't Stiles fault she caught the other girl fucking Stiles's father! In the back seat of his patrol car! That had been a happy conversation.
Stiles sighed she really had to stop being so sarcastic in her own head. Derek reached for Stiles water glass with a bland look and took a long drink form it. Great! Just great…wolfy-coodies! Yuck!
"Why are you here?" Stiles asked grabbing the glass out of his hand and slamming it back down on the table.
"Saw you here through the window." He said with a shrug.
"I'm waiting for Scott." Stiles lied, sort of, she had been waiting for Scott. She narrowed her eyes at the older boy, "Are you stalking me now, you creeper?" Derek rolled his eyes. The silence that followed should have been uncomfortable, but really wasn't actually. When Ellie-May returned with the order Stiles saw that Derek had got them hamburgers, curly fries for her and regular ones for him with two chocolate milkshakes.
"Hope you're not on a diet?" Derek asked with a small smile.
Stiles glared darkly at him before pulling the plate closer to her.
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Kate Argent…
Kate Argent is…
Kate Argent was misguided…
No. Was a good girl?
No.
Derek loved her…God…no!
Derek hated Kate Argent…
No.
Stiles wondered what she had down in a previous life that was so bad? That she was forced to hear Derek's ravings as the wolfsbane made it's way slowly to his heart. Well, it was something she could have lived without knowing. Scott had better find that goddamned bullet soon! Because if she had to keep listening to these confessions of Derek's? She was gonna cry.
Kate Argent…
Kate Argent is…
Stiles hates Kate Argent.
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Stiles tapped her pencil against the table she was at the public library doing some research on wolfsbane. After Derek had got shot it had taken Scott forever to get the bullet. God knows why. Scott only bitched about how hard it was to get it. Stiles had asked for Scott's help with this research because Stiles thought it was something Scott would want to know about. With Scott being a werewolf and all!
Stiles phone vibrated on the table, she picked it up and read the text.
Jerk Boyfriend: Deaton asked me to stay late.
"Sure he did," Stiles thought.
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Perhaps tying Scott up and throwing lacrosse balls at him, using the excuse "It's to help with your control," was not the most mature way to deal with…'I got tired of hearing Allison's name every other word!'
Keying that guy's truck and blaming Scott for it, funny as it was? Might have been going a bit too far?
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HURTStiles wiped the tear hat ran down her cheek with the back of her hand. She dropped her phone on the diner's table and willed herself not to lose control. It was just a date. Not even an important one. Just she had thought Scott wouldn't forget her birthday, with him being her best friend since they were ten and they had been dating for almost a year and four months Scott should know when her birthday was, Stiles had thought he cared enough to remember it. She looked up to see Derek slide into the booth across from her.
"We really have to stop meeting like this…people are gonna talk." Stiles muttered.
Derek only rolled his eyes, "Scott ditched you again?"
"Seems like it's his favorite past time. Why do you ask questions you already know the answers too?" She growled pushing her phone towards him. Derek picked it up and read the text smirking at the contact name.
Why Am I Still Dating Him?: Studying 4 with Allison. Can we do something tomorrow?
Derek handed her the phone back, "Sound reasonable…"
"Scott isn't even taking calculus!" Stiles hissed slamming a fist on the table, "I know because I'm in Allison's Cal. Class. We don't even have a test!"
Derek got an odd look on his face as if he wasn't sure he was suppose to laugh or be angry, at least that what Stiles thought the look meant. But when Derek said, "So, now wouldn't be the best time to tell you that Scott smell like Allison and sex. Right?" She wasn't so sure. Derek couldn't be that socially inept? Could he? Stiles sighed and motioned for Ellie-May, who rushed over…(Stiles may have threatened the older girl just a bit earlier. She never wanted to walk in on the girl and her father making out on the couch again!)
"Two orders of onion rings with ranch and catsup on the side also two chocolate shakes."
"Anything for dessert…" Ellie-May said, then sly, "Rotkappchen?" At the sound of the name Stiles jumped up going at the blonde girl's throat with her hands curled like claws. It was only because Derek grabbed her that kept the other girl from being hurt.
"I'll kill you! How do you know that name? No one uses that name."
"John told it to me." Ellie-May said with a smirk.
"Go get our food." Derek told the waitress coldly. He stopped Stiles from going after the girl again when Stiles stood up. He held out a hand in front of her, "No! Stop. What is with you?"
"No one but my father, future husband or wife is allowed to call me that name."
"Wife?"
"That's all you got from that?"
"It was that most interesting part." Derek shifted uncomfortable as he shot a glance to her red hoodie that was thrown over the back of the booth. "Do you know the meaning of your name?"
Stiles nodded," It's German and a old family name on my mother's side." Stiles sighed, "I'm surprised Tramp-It could even pronounce it correctly. Not many people can."
"What you mean…" Then Derek said Stiles real name with all the right inflections and accent.
Stiles blinked shocked. "How did you?" She hadn't heard her name said the right way, (she wasn't counting Tramp-IT) since her mother died. Not even her father could say it right.
Derek smirked changing the subject, "You don't like onion rings."
"I like them fine. Just prefer curly fries. But you do. At least if the takeout containers in your care are any indicators. I have to tell you that is one scent even those of us with delicate human noses can smell."
"But…ranch sauce?"
"I like ranch sauce."
Derek made a face, "Catsup, Stiles."
"Only with regular fries."
"Anyone ever tell you…you're weird?"
Stiles stuck her tongue out at him. A different, slightly older waitress with brown hair with blue streaks, brought their food out to them, "Stiles I'll make sure next time you come in I'll see to it some one other than Tra—I mean Elli-May waits on you."
Stiles smiled brightly at her, "That's Cally."
They ate slowly; Stiles asked Derek what he thought of a popular band. Derek just shook his head while naming a lesser-known band that did the same sort of music. From that the conversation jumped to various topics, Stiles found that they both shared a secret love for the movie the 'Princess Bride' as well as the Kill Bill series. Then there was books, Stiles confess to loving Jane Austin's Pride and Prejudice, "But whoever thought that adding zombies would make it better was, wrong…just so wrong."
Derek told he that the Dune series by Frank Herbert was a favorite read of his and he had loved the mini-series that Sy-Fy channel had made and confess that the Star Wars novel by Timothy Zahn were a guilty pleasure because, "How can you not like Mara Jade?"
Stiles wasn't sure how long they had been talking but they had long since finished their food, so when a shadow fell over the table Stiles leaned back think it was one of the waitresses coming to get the plates. Until she saw Derek's sour expression return she looked up and saw her father standing with his arms crossed over his chest, "Dad…"
"Do you want to tell me why, Ellie called me? Asking if I knew my daughter was on a date with a murder suspect?"
"Exonerated," Stiles and Derek said in unison.
"Do you think this is a joke?"
Stiles shook her head, "No and Miss Ellie-May Tramp-IT needs to mind her own business! Less the town become aware of hers!" the hissed threat made the Sheriff pale slightly.
Derek thought it was a bit odd but the older man rallied quickly with a glare at Stiles.
"Look, Dad, Scott bailed on me again. Derek was just being nice? That's all." Stiles said getting up and grabbing her hoodie, she caught Derek's eye, "This was fun. I'll talk to you later."
"Why are you talking to him to begin with? How well to you know, Derek Hale?" the Sheriff muttered. Stiles rolled her eyes grabbing her father by the arm dragging toward the door of the diner; she paused long enough to glare at Ellie-May before pulling her father out the door.
Derek sat back in the booth with a sigh, 'At least the Sheriff didn't shoot me.'
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"No, Scott I don't want to hear it! Not even my dad remembered until this morning! But I was counting on you to remember."
"…"
"Really? Well if Allison is that important you need to think about which one of us you want to be your girlfriend!"
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"It's not that hard, Scott. Make a choice." Stiles said flatly before ending the call and turning off her phone. This called for a movie marathon, Batman it was…Stiles was in the mood to watch things blow up and ice cream…a lot of ice cream.
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It was a Monday and Stiles tried not to think about what happened over the weekend. She was in Harris's Chem. Class when she felt her phone vibrate. Only one person would text her during this class. Sighing, she pulled her phone out of her pocket, looking at it under the desk. After reading the message all she could see was red…
Allison, Allison, Allison!
Allison Argent was all Stiles had heard Scott say…from her pretty eyes and soft hair, to her amazing smell. Sometimes Stiles thought Scott was doing on purpose to get her to break up with him. Allison, Allison, it was a good thing Stiles wasn't the jealous type or the dark haired girl would have found herself stabbed with a pencil…repeatedly.
Scott had made his choice and that was okay. Scott had been so..so obessesed with Allison right from the start. Stiles knew this was coming, no matter how hard she pretended it wasn't. Scott had been acting strangely the last few days, the Alpha had killed some people, Lydia had seen it and it traumatized her or at least that was what she had told her doctor to get the valium she was taking. Scott had complained that Stiles still didn't smell right, the last few times he had been over. Stiles snorted, strange Derek didn't seem to have any problems getting all up in Stiles personal bubble. What with him shoving her into things, tree, walls, her jeep, growling while taking deep breaths around her neck some times.
"Miss. Stilinski! Return to your seat!"
Stiles looked away from her phone to see she was standing up by her desk backpack in hand. Her phone felt heavy as she walked to the door.
"Where do you think you're going?"
Stiles turned to look at Harris, "I need to scream at Scott McCall. I can do that here in your classroom or in Scott's classroom. You can give me all the detentions you like…"
Harris narrowed his eyes at her, "Get out of my classroom."
Stiles didn't need to be told twice, Harris stopped her at the door with, "A week, Stilinski."
"You're a good man, Mr. Harris" Stiles smirked, "I don't believe anything the other students say about you." Walking out of the classroom she never saw the glare the teacher sent her. Stiles ran down the hall to and up the stairs to Scott's English class. The one he shared with Allison…grr…Allison.
Stiles slammed open the door, "A text! Scott, seriously?" Scott got that confused look that normally would make Stiles heart melt, "All our years of friendship? And you think it's just worth…A GODDAMN TEXT MESSAGE!" She screamed as the other students in the class began to whisper. The teacher just rolled her eyes at the drama, she was retiring soon and didn't care what happened in the classroom as long as there was no blood shed. Stiles opened her phone and read the text out loud "Made my choice. Asked Allison to be my girlfriend she said yes. Will still be best friends, right?" Stiles glared at Scott, "You couldn't tell me that in person?"
"He knew you would react like this." Allison muttered.
Stiles took a deep breath wondering why people thought Allison was such a Disney Princess when she was in fact a "Silence! Boyfriend Stealing Whore!" Allison was Lydia's best friend for a reason. There was no way she was as nice as she was and surrivive Lydia.
"I've been your girlfriend for a year and a half…"
"So, why have you been seen more in Derek Hale's company the past few months than Scott's…" a sly voice from the back of the class asked. Damn the girl for failing the first grade…twice.
Stiles whirled around, "Shut up, Tramp-It!"
Ellie-May just smirked, knowing the damage was done as the students in the class began to whisper louder.
"Stiles?" Scott asked in a small hurt voice, Stiles turned back to him snarling, "Don't even! You know why I was with him."
"Well, its passed time Scott got a new girlfriend if you're stepping out on him," Allison said cattily.
Stiles narrowed her eyes at the girl, "You started gunning for Scott the moment her made first line. Before that you didn't even notice him…"
"Hey…" Scott said.
Stiles walked up to him; "I'm your best friend first and always…" she reached out and ran a hand through Scott's thick dark hair, "So, I know you'll forgive me…"
Scott tilted his head looking like a puppy, "For what?" he asked cluelessly.
"This…" Stiles said, punching him in the face and because he wasn't expecting it the force knocked him out of his chair.
"You…you hit me!" Scott said in disbelief. Allison quickly ran over and began to pet Scott's hair cooing at him and asking if he was hurt. "You actually…hit me!"
Scott was not going to make her feel guilty about it; she had enough to feel that way about. Stiles shook out the hand she hit Scott with…it hurt, but not as much as she thought it would.
