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Not a crush anymore

Chapter 7

"Stolen, Scott. I said it was stolen."

The young werewolf was staring wildly at his best friend. How come Stiles hadn't mentioned the theft of his car before now? Sure he had all of that being gay and Derek business to worry about, but mentioning the car might have calmed him down enough to speak more freely about his feelings. Scott knew it was bullshit. The werewolf merely found the topic of a stolen car more interesting.

Not that he didn't care about Stiles' emotional turmoil, but Scott knew that his best friend always made things to complicated. First he chose Lydia to obsess over. Lydia who had a very possessive and not to mention aggressive boyfriend. Now he falls in love with the snarling werewolf who always teases him.

Scott firmly believed that there was a difference though. Lydia had been something ideal for Stiles. She had been the girl everyone wanted which of course made her the girl 'straight Stiles' wanted. Derek however doesn't fit that norm. Sure the werewolf was handsome and attractive, but almost everyone feared him even before Scott told sheriff Stilinsky that Derek was the one murdering everyone.

The young werewolf barley held back a wince when he remembered the kick in the ass he had gotten after Derek found out what he had done. Once everything was taken care off Scott would go and talk to the sheriff and tell him he wasn't so sure it really had been Derek anymore. He had to make this right somehow. Especially if Stiles was interested in Derek.

Scott could already see the sheriff's face if his son told him who he was interested in. And if his best friend ever found the balls to tell Derek how he felt and those feelings were recuperated the werewolf would have a hell of a time convincing the sheriff of his intentions for Stiles.

"Okay. Your car was stolen. How does that explain your heart going haywire whenever Derek is mentioned? I wonder how bad it will get when he is actually around."

Stiles let out a childish huff and crossed his arms over his chest as he glared at his best friend. His heart did not go haywire at the mere mention of Derek. Just then the brunet's heart skipped a beat or two and Stiles declared himself thoroughly beaten. So what his plan was brilliant and it would work without fault.

"Yes my car was stolen, but they found it already. I will tell you what happened later, but the important part is that we could simply tell Derek I had a car accident, not a bad one of course because I don't have any serious injuries, and that the accident causes my heart to beat a little irregularly."

Scott was surprised. For Stiles it was a very... logical plan. It made sense even. It would explain why the brunet's heart had never before beaten irregularly since Derek was rarely even all that much interested in what they did he might buy it without really listening.

The young werewolf nodded and smiled at his best friend. He could see the little spark of emotion going through the brunet every time someone even mentioned Derek. For Stiles' sake Scott hoped that Derek felt the same way. And for Derek's sake he better feel the same way or they would have a thorough discussion on treating the best friends of allies with respect. Scott took a look at his watch an mentioned for Stiles to do the same.

"Sounds like a good plan, but you should still try to keep your heart rate as low or rather as normal as you can. We wouldn't want lover boy to think you were on the brink of a heart attack now, would we? Get your lazy ass to the door by the way. It's about time we leave for chemistry."

Stiles groaned, but followed his best friend without further complaint. He hated chemistry and their teacher really didn't give him any breaks. It just was not his favorite subject and pairing him with Jackson over and over again didn't help. Not one bloody bit.

They walked back through the hallways of the school before Scott's phone rang suddenly. The young werewolf answered after three rings and looked at Stiles before he mouthed 'Derek'. The brunet could feel his traitorous heart skip about two or three beats. It needed to stop if he really wanted the sleepover to work. Scott grinned at Stiles like a Cheshire cat as he spoke with the older werewolf. The brunet blushed as Scott asked Derek a question he didn't really want answered.

"You are still coming tonight, right? The whole sleepover/battle plan meeting. You said you would and Stiles really wants you to go."

Right around that point Stiles blushed like a schoolgirl and curled his fists ready to punch his best friend's nose in. Why would Scott say that? If this was teasing he and his best friend would have to have a good long and proper talk about teasing at appropriate times and places.

Scott could barely keep a laugh at bay. It was so goddamn easy to tease Stiles and the brunet responded without fail every single time. The young werewolf nearly chocked on his laughter however when Derek gave his response.

"Would you quit that! You know how I feel about him."

"What are you talking about?"

Stiles frowned at his best friend. How could Derek's answer confuse the young werewolf like that? And why would, whatever answer Derek gave, it confuse Scott? God sometimes Stiles really wished his hearing was as good as Scott's and Derek's.

"Just the other day I told you how I feel about him and now you're teasing me about it while he is with you? Did you tell him? If you did I will kill you mark my words."

Suddenly Scott's voice became a whisper and Stiles couldn't even tell what his best friend was saying to Derek. Let alone try and understand what the older werewolf was saying to Scott.

"You said you liked him so what?"

"What? Don't tell me you thought I mean as... well as a friend."

"You didn't?"

"No you idiot!"

Scott suddenly grinned as wide as anyone possibly could. This, the young werewolf decided, was the best thing that could have happened. Now all he had to do was lean back and watch his best friend and Derek play it out by themselves. And maybe just maybe he would give the two of them a little alone time that evening. Who knew it might help. Without another word Scott hung up and walked to his chemistry class leaving Stiles to follow.

A/N: So what do you think? Don't hesitate to tell me I won't bite... much...;)