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Not a crush anymore

Chapter 5

Stiles and Scott walked through the hallways of their school on their way to the boy's locker room. They pass a few students on their way wished them a good morning, but didn't stop to talk further. As they walked into the locker room Stiles made sure to check if anyone was there, but Scott put a hand on his shoulder to stop him.

The brunet turned around and frowned at his best friend until Scott lifted a hand to his nose and told Stiles that he couldn't smell anyone in the room with them. He nodded and sat down mentioning for Scott to do the same.

The young werewolf sat down next to his best friend and looked at him. Scott wasn't really sure what Stiles wanted to talk about but it seemed really important because the brunet's heart was beating like he had been running a marathon. He was really nervous about his opinion it seemed.

Stiles took a few deep and calming breathes before he even got up the nerve to look at Scott. The teenager wasn't sure what he was more afraid off. That Scott wouldn't want to be friends anymore because he was gay or because he was in love with Derek.

The mere thought of the older werewolf caused his heart to skip a beat or two. Scott seemed to notice that too because he was looking at Stiles like he was afraid his friend was on the brink of a heart attack or something. Stiles locked eyes with Scott, but still didn't say a thing.

"Stiles if your afraid I'll laugh or be angry I promise you I won't be."

The teen released a sigh. Great. Why did he have to have such a difficult best friend? Oh right now he remembered. Other wise it just wouldn't be fun. He punched Scott's shoulder lightly before he let out a somewhat forced chuckle.

"You can't promise that. But promise me you won't hate me or stop wanting to be friends with me?"

The young werewolf seemed taken aback, but nodded. He was about to open his mouth to say something more but Stiles beat him to it. It was now or never and Stiles knew that if he didn't do it now he wouldn't do it at all.

"Okay so listen, for about a month or so I have had this weird... I guess you could call it a crush, but..." Stiles released a sigh. "I guess after my dream last night... it kinda isn't a crush anymore and I don't..."

Scott could do nothing but stare. He didn't know Stiles was interested in anyone. He had always thought his friend would spend at least his whole high school time chasing after Lydia and then move on to someone who actually deserved his friend's attention.

"Stiles calm down you are hyperventilating and that's bad believe me. Now it's good that you finally stopped chasing Lydia, it isn't Lydia right?"

Stiles nodded telling Scott it wasn't Lydia he was interested in. The young werewolf released a sigh he didn't know he was holding and formed a small smirk on his lips. Time to find out who the lucky girl was because like Stiles had said. Scott didn't want his best friend to chicken out on telling him.

"So who's the lucky girl then?"

Stiles cringed when Scott automatically assumed it was a girl. But what else was he supposed to assume. He had never given any indication that he might be gay or bi for that matter it was only logical for Scott to think he was talking about a girl. The teenager should have seen it coming.

"It's not so much a girl as it is a..."

"A boy?"

Scott finished for Stiles. His best friend was now looking at nothing but the ground with a deep red blush gracing his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. Scott was a little hurt that his best friend would think he would hate him because he was gay but he understood that Stiles had been scared.

"Stiles I could never hate you for being gay and the sheriff would kill me if we stopped being friends. Does he know?"

Stiles eyes widened and his gaze snapped up to Scott.

"What? Of course he doesn't know! He would probably kill me if I told him I was in love with him!"

Scott raised an eyebrow in question. Surely Stiles wasn't in love with his father. The young werewolf shook his head and chuckled a little. Sometime Stiles only heard what he wanted.

"I meant does your father know. And just out of curiosity who exactly would kill you if they knew you were in love with them?"

Stiles blushed again and groaned in annoyance. Why did Scott have to ask that last question? Was it even important? He had been chasing Lydia for so long he didn't know how to tell someone who he liked? Did he just say it or... hell he didn't know what to do at all!

Scott chuckled a little at his best friend's apparent dilemma. He loved the boy to bits but sometimes Stiles just made everything unnecessarily complicated. The young werewolf swung an arm around Stiles' shoulders and pulled him close.

"Yes dad knows and do I really have to tell you?"

Scott faked to think about it for a short while before he smiled happily at Stiles and said that the brunet did have to tell him. The werewolf thought her heard Stiles mutter something under his breath that sounded like 'Mr. Argent' and 'salvation from unwanted sarcasm', but decided not to listen more closely. Stiles finally released a deep sigh and lay his head on Scott's shoulder.

"I'll tell you if you promise not to freak out. In a bad way or otherwise."

Scott nodded dutifully and smiled an encouraging smile at his best friend. Stiles sighed again before he started to fidget slightly in his seat. He wasn't looking at Scott at all anymore. His fingers fisted themselves in the fabric of his shirt before he finally admitted defeat.

"It's Derek."

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