Derek's POV
Ok as much as I hate to admit it Lydia was right. The new bed sheets did make me sleep better, although this is the first night with them on, I could tell the difference when I slept well. I could already tell I had slept in later than usual and I had almost completely forgotten about Stiles staying over last night after the late pack meeting. Which still doesn't explain why he was laying there asleep when I rolled over. Stiles Stilinski asleep in my bed. I definitely don't remember him being there when I went to sleep and don't remember inviting him to sleep in my bed. Sure I offered him to stay in my house, but not in my bed. This was going to be an interesting conversation when he woke up. He just looked so drained and tired I couldn't wake him up so I left him to rest.
I got up trying my best not to wake Stiles as I left to go running. I am definitely a morning person myself, I'm not sure what it is about the mornings maybe the fact that it's a whole new day and I'm never in a rush. That's the beauty of working for yourself, you can sit and take your time having breakfast without a need to be somewhere.
It was now 8:23 when I got pack to the house. I could still hear Stiles sleeping upstairs so I used the ensuite in the guest bedroom as not to wake him. He was still asleep when I got out the shower so I took it as my only chance to slip back into my bedroom and find clothes to wear for today. As soon as I started look through my drawers he woke up. I turned around to find him staring at me confused as hell, only then did I remember I was wearing nothing but a towel around my waist. "Sorry I just got back from a run, I had a shower." I started, I don't even know why I felt a need to explain. Stiles didn't even reply for the first time ever. "So are you going to explain why you decided to sleep in my bed?" I challenged, trying to get some sort of an explanation. There was a pause and I could smell the sudden horror and realisation Stiles was feeling. He waited a second and before stuttering, "This is y-your r-room? That explains a lot. I thought this was a guest room." "Well now you know it's not. Still it doesn't explain why you're in my bed." I replied with a smug grin.
He rolled his eyes, "Well last night when you were already asleep I came in here thinking it was a guest room and I didn't even realise you were in the bed. But then you grabbed my arm and wouldn't let me leave." My face dropped. His heartbeat was steady, Stiles wasn't lying, I wouldn't let him leave? God I will never live this down. I just left the room without saying anything, I wasn't even sure what I could say without sounding like either a pedophile or a total dick.
When Stiles came downstairs there was another wave of confusion but I could smell relief. "You uhh… Made pancakes?"
"Yeah um, it's okay if you're not hungry." I looked up hopeful.
"No I'm starving." He said way too eager, I could tell he was lying but I let it slip.
That's when Isaac came in, Jackson and Erica in tow.
"Pancakes! Derek you never cook, wait. Stiles?" Isaac just looked in between Stiles and I, Erica copying him.
Jackson just glared, "So Derek anything you wanna tell…" I shut him up with a growl and flash of my red eyes. "Erica drive Stiles home, when he's finished." With that I walked into the training room.
Two minutes later the door flung open. Scott.
Stiles POV
I stood behind Scott not sure if I was hiding from Scott or Derek or both. We stood there in the doorway to the training room for what felt like hours. I was only a mere human and I could smell the tension in the air. Scott grabbed my arm pulling me into the room, and slammed the door. "Dude! Werewolf strength, I'm not a rag-doll!" The glowing eyes told me to shut up. I turned away to avoid Scott's eyes only to find Derek's even scarier looking alpha eyes. "Scott what's the matter?"
"What's the matter? Dude I've been looking for you for hours! You weren't at home when I went over this morning and I freaked out! Your dad was working and had no idea where you were. I looked everywhere; the library, school, the lacrosse field and I even called mum at the hospital incase you were hurt. Dude, I was really worried."
"Scott, I'm sorry I should've called you to say I was staying here, I forgot." I replied feeling like shit after freaking Scott out.
"You're right. You should have, now I need to speak to Derek, alone." Taking a minute to register what had just happened I walked out, turning to close the door, making eye contact with Derek for a brief second. He looked like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
The drive home in Jackson's car was silent. Even Erica didn't have anything to say, talk about awkward. It felt like I had broken some unspoken rule and everyone was either angry or felt sorry for me. What is going on? I got out the car and went straight inside, Dad wasn't home yet, thank God. The mess I call my room was… messy. Not messy like Stiles messy, messy like someone had broken in through the window looked through every draw and cupboard trying to find something. Hmmm… Wonder who would do such a thing? I seriously was going to start locking my window if Scott kept doing that. You see Scott's a werewolf with heightened senses, including smell so he has no reason to search through my stuff when he doesn't know where I am. I mean, it's not like I could hide under the bed. That's when my phone buzzed. Text message.
From: Derek :(
Well I just got in trouble…
To: Derek :(
Sorry!
From: Derek :(
I didn't know Scott was such a mother.
To: Derek :(
You only say that because you're a Sour Wolf.
No reply… Hope I didn't hit a non-existent feeling. Derek is just annoyed because Scott and I are such good friends.
From: Derek :(
Pack meeting tomorrow 3:15pm.