What Are We Supposed To Be?
CH 8
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It was a strange feeling to be out in public for some reason. The server brought their drinks as Derek and Stiles sat opposite Scott and Allison a basket of bread in between the foursome. On any other occasion Stiles would have gone in and mauled the complimentary carbs, but he felt strange for some reason, like he was introducing someone special to his best friends. A waiter approached, her arms loaded with two large pies.
"One Hawaiian and the one Supreme," she managed putting the piping hot pizzas between them, the cheese hot and bubbly. They thanked the server and began making small talk, Stiles and Scott quickly reconnecting, catching up and goofing off while Allison smiled and nibbled at a slice of pizza. Derek, who looked mildly uncomfortable and out of place ate in relative silence smiling at whatever lame jokes the two friends shared. Suddenly the attention was directed at him.
"So Derek what are you majoring in?" Allison asked politely when Stiles and Scott started playing an impromptu game of soccer with their rolled up straw wrappers.
"Business management, how about you?" Derek responded, trying not to grimace when Scott pulled a face as the conversation got into heavier topics like school and work.
"Analytical Chemistry" she responded with a smile.
"Sounds intense." Derek answered looking impressed
"Yep. My babe's a smarty pants" Scott beamed sneaking a greasy kiss making Allison squirm.
Stiles blushed out of embarrassment and Derek wondered if it wasn't out of yearning as well. He wondered if Stiles was open to public displays of affection like his friends. Maybe they could start with holding hands.
Suddenly Scott's face looked pained as if remembering something important.
"I need to use the restroom, Stiles do you want to come with?" He asked completely obvious in his delivery.
"Uh I guess." Stiles responded, lost as everyone was at the table. Derek watched in trepidation as Scott and Stiles excused themselves from the table.
"Weirdoes" Allison commented as the two disappeared into another part of the restaurant.
Once Scott had gotten them safely to the other side of the restaurant and in front of the men's bathrooms, he stopped him with an evaluating stare.
Stiles watched as Scott thought and finally spoke choosing his words. "So Danny texted me that he saw you and some guy making out near a mustang the other day. In front of our old high school of all places. I thought it was weird because you always told me Dean had a dark blue car."
Stiles stilled, the fact that people had seen that display was worrisome and he wondered if such rumors had gotten back to Dean. Though upon reflection he really didn't care what that asshole thought.
"Yeah I was there. With Derek. We weren't making out, he just found out his girlfriend was cheating on him." Stiles reasoned with a straight look on his face.
"Oh." Scott grimaced apologetically.
"Yeah."
"Well that explains a lot."
Stiles thought for a moment.
"That doesn't explain it all?" Stiles murmured and wished he hadn't said anything because Scott had that look like his brain was thinking of something new to ask him.
"Is there something going on between you two?" He asked quietly.
"What do you mean?"
"I dunno it just feels …"Scott spoke awkwardly but shook his head "Never mind."
Stiles nodded but spoke "yeah it's been weird, he's kinda all over the place when he found out about it."
Scott nodded.
Stiles didn't know what to really say or think. He was lying to his best friend, and they hadn't lied about anything since that time in middle school when Stiles had stolen something out of Lydia Martin's locker. Scott had told him all the sordid details of his relationship with Allison and Stiles had talked in depth about his crush on Lydia. He still kept the pen she used every day back then but hadn't had the guts to tell Scott that he had stolen it.
"So where's Dean?" Scott continued his worried tone leaving his words.
Dean.
Where was Dean?
Stiles shrugged, 'he ditched me to go hang out with his team mates." He responded trying not to think too much about it.
"Man that sucks, it's cool that you get to hang out with Derek though right?" Scott continued.
"Yeah. It's been alright." Stiles responded trying not to blush. This was going way beyond awkward.
Scott nodded adding to the weirdness that was sweeping over Stiles.
"Ok well just wanted to ask."
"Yeah. Sorry I haven't been around more."
"It's fine. We still got a week left." Scott leveled with a smile. The two ventured back towards their table but Stiles was starting to have those nagging feelings again.
There were so many loose strings, so many unanswered questions. Was this a real thing? was it more than simple revenge sex? Were they together now? Stiles took a deep breath and pushed the thoughts out of his mind, determined to enjoy the rest of the night.
As they made their way back to their table Stiles saw Derek and Allison carrying on a rather animated conversation. It was unnerving, watching Allison's body language as she unconsciously smiled and flipped her hair, giggling at his remarks, it sent pangs of jealousy through him and he had to tell himself to stop.
"Your friends got a way with the ladies" Scott remarked as he noticed them.
"Guess what babe?" Allison smiled as Scott sat down beside her.
"What babe?' Scott responded just as cheerily causing Stiles to gag internally.
"Derek invited us all to the next ASU game."
Stiles tried to hide a groan as Scott grinned happily and thanked Derek.
"Awesome, I get to be with my baby and a free baseball game." Scott smiled from ear to ear. Derek grinned but Stiles looked like he wanted to melt into his seat.
"So I'll pick you up from the dorms and we'll head over right?" Scott turned from adoring Allison to Stiles.
"Yeah that sounds like a plan" Stiles responded weakly sad that he couldn't reserve his first sight of Derek's butt in tight baseball pants to himself.
Stiles grinned trying to get a grip. He looked over at Derek, who was halfway through an enormous slice of supreme pizza, relaxed with a hand lazed across the seat over Stiles' shoulder like it was the most normal thing in the world with Allison silently hero worshipping from the opposite side of the table. He smiled as Scott laughed at some joke that Derek had cracked. He calmed down, enjoying something normal with his new….friend?
The question still remained though.
What were they supposed to be?
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"So that was Scott and Allison" Stiles mumbled quietly as the two drove back quietly. Derek nodded slowly.
"They're nice. Why were you hiding them from me?"
"Uh I believe you were the one that wanted to stay in bed all day trying to avoid them?"
Derek rolled his eyes "I have no idea what you're talking about."
Stiles snorted, Derek obviously had a hard time meeting new people and seemed rather standoffish to say the least. But in a small way it was awesome that he liked Scott and Allison because they were a pretty big part of his life.
As they drove Stiles checked his phone remembering Dean.
He went into his blocked contacts and found three missed texts and one call from the jerk. He deleted the voice message immediately and begrudgingly looked through the texts which basically asked where he was.
He deleted them all and looked into the night sky because he was done with Dean. It was over by a long shot and the quarterback would surely find his own way out of the relationship.
"I'm going to go back tonight" Derek spoke bringing him out of his thoughts.
"Oh. You sure?" Stiles responded, trying to hide his disappointment. He really wanted Derek to stay over again. The night time was the right time for them it seemed.
Derek nodded firmly.
"Yeah."
'Do you want me to come with you?" Stiles asked unsurely.
Derek shook his head.
"It'll be fine.' Derek muttered tightly turning into the Stilinksi driveway smoothly. Stiles could practically feel the uncertainty in his being. His eyes fell on the police cruiser parked next to his jeep and the light shining from the kitchen. His dad was home alone.
"Well I better get inside" Stiles spoke quietly, because he was sure his father was watching them from inside, waiting for him to get inside and explain what he had been doing the whole day.
"I'll call later" Derek responded before leaning over and giving him a peck on the lips, making Stiles blush in the dark.
"Just stay calm ok?" Stiles whispered before shutting the door.
XXXXXX
Derek drove slowly trying to keep himself composed. When he reached the darkened house he checked his phone and found a text
[Stiles Stilinksi] 7:30: Don't worry be happy!
That made Derek smile and he got out of his car and entered the house. Once inside he found it a complete disaster. There were empty pizza boxes, beer bottles, and red cups scattered as far as the eye could see and a loud obnoxious song was playing at an ear splitting volume somewhere upstairs. Derek waded through the trashed house wondering what his uncle would think if he saw the mess.
Suddenly a mountain of trash on the sofa moved, nearly scaring him out of his skin. Dean, his hair sticking out in a thousand different directions blinked as he rose.
"Hey little bro," his voice came out all scratchy.
"This place is a mess Dean."
"Where you been?"
"Out."
"Cool cool. What time is it?" Dean asked scratching his belly.
"Almost 8." Derek responded tightly.
"No shit." He answered in surprise.
"Did you have fun fucking Ashley?" Derek asked, surprising himself as much as Dean when the question left his lips.
"Who?' Dean asked in confusion, making Derek see red.
"My Girlfriend. Or Ex." Derek seethed trying not to reach over and strangle him.
"I have no idea what you're talking about bro."
"Blonde, petite. Ring a bell?"
Dean thought for a moment.
"Oh yeah, she came around looking for you bro, but you disappeared. Did you find her?" Dean asked wading through the littered living room.
"You don't remember screwing her?" Derek asked in bewilderment, his voice on the verge of yelling.
"No, she came here at the butt crack of dawn. I just had a few drinks with her and then went back upstairs to sleep." Dean finished looking totally confused.
Derek closed his eyes trying not to get mad.
"Hey do you know what happened to Stiles?" Dean asked opening up a trash bag and tossing items into it.
"Yeah. He's at home and he's pissed." Derek gritted.
"Why?"
"He saw you two going at it." Derek growled.
Dean looked embarrassed for the first time.
"No shit." He spoke weakly.
"Yeah Dean. I mean you really blacked out drunk and fucked my ex?" Derek whined angrily. "That is so fucked up!"
"Bro. I'm so sorry." Dean spoke apologetically, holding his hands up, knowing that he had totally screwed up. "You know I'd never do anything like that on purpose. We're blood"
Derek shook his head. In a way it had turned out for the best. It was weird but it wasn't bad, exactly.
"I should really cut back on the spirits huh Dean spoke," shame riddled in his voice.
Derek sighed and started picking up cups and other trash, shoving them into a trash bag of his own.
"Let's go out for dinner. My treat." Dean proposed gently. "I mean she was your ex right?"
Derek shook his head but smirked. "Yeah yeah."
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Stiles was not a happy camper.
With a mixture of mustard and ketchup halfway down his shirt and a giant hot dog that could feed a wolf perched in both hands, he cursed himself for forgetting his sunglasses, his eyes seeing spot in the blinding heat. He tried not to be too mad at his clumsy best friend who had accidentally tripped over Allison's bag and dumped the food on him, but knowing that he would be sight for sore eyes, especially for Derek who always looked put together. Like always. He sighed and tried to enjoy the game none the less.
The stadium was packed with college students and fans all watching the game excitedly. They had great seats thanks to Serial Killer Derek Hale and he couldn't help but smile knowing that he'd seen Derek on the big screen.
Two rows in front of them sat a group of girls each with their hair done to the nines. Stiles looked over to see Allison in a baseball cap and sunglasses, licking an ice cream and enjoying her day. He was glad that Scott had picked a low maintenance girl. That probably made the most sense since Scott was as uncomplicated as they came.
The visiting team's inning ended and Stiles tried his best to get the sauce and mustard combination out of his shirt with the help of some of Allison's ginger ale.
"Sorry dude" Scott mumbled, his mouth full of chili fries.
"You should really be more careful babe" Allison supplied dabbing at the shirt.
She glanced at Stiles and spoke so only he could hear. "I'm sure he's not going to mind seeing you with a few stains." She gave him a small smile.
Stiles blushed and continued dabbing. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Talking about what?" Scott asked continuing to down the greasy fries.
Stiles and Allison laughed loudly like it was the funniest thing in the world. Scott shook his head "Wierdos."
Finally, when they had done what they could and had turned their attention to the announcer, one of the girls in the front row started talking.
"Did you hear Ashley broke it off with Derek?" She spoke in a scandalous tone.
"I heard he dumped her?"
"Haha yeah right. She said he was way too clingy. He asked her to marry him!" One of them interjected.
"What?" One obnoxious blonde squawked indignantly.
"What a loser" another chimed in. "Who wants to get married in college? I mean there are so many hot people."
"That guy needs to get a grip."
"I know that's right" another retorted.
"Well apparently he went off the edge when she broke it off. He stopped going to class and just disappeared from school." One whispered.
"No way"
"Yeah. The guy's a total creeper."
"Apparently he took a month sabbatical from school and practice and only came back for finals." One continued in a low voice.
"He sounds crazy to me."
The other girls murmured their agreements.
"Have you guys seen him lately though? He seems in good spirits this semester." One girl spoke as she handed out several cups of beer.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah I heard he's dating someone new. Apparently she's really ugly."
The girls laughed loudly like a pack of idiot hyenas.
Stiles couldn't help but blush. What the hell.
"Yeah an ugly chick will never run away, that's for sure!" one girl chortled scarily as the announcer announced the new inning.
Stiles' ears were bright pink as he stared off into the stadium; he turned to find Allison looking at him with an understanding look.
"Girls huh?" She whispered with an apologetic smile.
"What about girls?!" Scott yelled over the sound of an air horn blasting in the distance.
"Nothing babe." She smiled turning to him.
TO BE CONTINUED…..
Notes: wow catty catty girls!
Notes: LOL sorry but like a pack of idiot hyenas is too funny hahahahah.