Author's Note: Here's the next chapter. I hope you like it.

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Chapter 8

Stiles POV

Day 12 of OAD has arrived and I believe that it is time for me to end it. I think I have a handle on my feelings. I know that I won't know for sure until I see Derek again, but now I can stop actively avoiding the pack.

As if Derek has some creepy mind reading Alpha power, I get a text from him.

Derek: Pack meeting. My House 2pm.

I reply instantly. I'll be there.

Derek: You're coming? I thought you were busy.

Me: I was busy. Emphasis on was.

Derek: K, see you then.

I stare at my phone for a second thinking about the fact that I was going to face him for the first time in almost two weeks. I know that I felt comfortable with the idea, but I'm still nervous.

"So are you coming to the meeting or what?" Scott's voice came from behind me. I jumped and fell face first on my floor. He immediately started howling with laughter.

"Shut up, asshole." I say getting up off the floor. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Well I was coming over to hang out and then I got the text from Derek. So are you going to come?"

"Yea, I am."

His face breaks out in a smile. "So you've finally decided to put a stop to, what did you call it, 'Operation Avoid Derek like the plague?"

"Yup."

"Good because I'm pretty sure Allison was about to shoot me with an arrow because she felt like I was hiding something from her." He moved to sit at my computer desk, doing something on his phone. "So what have you decided to do? You going to keep ignoring your feelings?"

"I'm not going to completely ignore my feelings, just adjust them."

"Adjust?"

"Yea, adjust. I'm going to try to take them and turn them into a friendship. Maybe if Derek and I become friends, my feelings will turn from romantic to bromantic."

"Did you just make up a word?"

"Why not? We have bromance, why can't I say bromantic?"

Isaac's voice pops up out of nowhere, scaring the crap out of me. "Because bromantic sounds stupid."

I turn to see him climbing through my window. "What the hell is with you two? Why must you come in through my window? Is there some rule in the werewolf handbook that states that you are not permitted to use doors? Or is it that you need me to install a doggie door for you."

"Shut up." Scott glares at me. "Windows are just easier and it's fun to scare the crap out of you."

"Whatever." With that the conversation ends and an epic tournament of Mario Cart begins.

I know Mario Cart isn't the most "Manly Man" video game, but have you ever played it? It is fricken addicting. If you play it enough, you get all the crazy levels and tracks, plus a bunch of different tools you can use to take out your opponents. Our games get pretty heated. It has gotten to the point where I have 8 controllers in my room, just in case one of them snaps it in half out of frustration. I swear I need to invest in a "Buy a new controller due to angry werewolf" jar, in which they put a dollar in it every time they play a game in my room. It's a lot easier than the "you break it, you buy it" rule, we can't exactly afford to buy a new controller every week.

1:30 eventually came around and it was time for us to leave for Derek's place.

"You ready to head over there?" Scott asked.

"Yea, I can't avoid him forever. It's already been 12 days. I'm surprised he hasn't shown up at my window telling me I have to do something for him."

"Ok, if you're sure."

"Shut Up and let's go." I walk past him and head out to my jeep. No matter what anybody says, she is a beauty. I love her no matter how many dents she has.

I feel myself tensing as we get closer to his place. Not in worry, but anticipation. This would be the first time seeing him. I felt like it has been too long. Aw, crap. I missed the guy. Does that mean that I won't be able to control myself? Maybe I shouldn't have spent so long away. I wonder if he's going to be clean shaven or if he hasn't shaved in a few days. I like him with a bit of stubble. Clean shaven makes him look like a teenager, a really buff teenager, but still. He's probably going to be in those tight jeans and a Henley, which will of course hug him just right. Damn, why is he so freaking hot? Shit! I need to stop thinking about this. I need to get rid of all of this. I can't be thinking that.

"Stiles, what are you thinking about?" I look at Scott and he has a semi-disgusted look on his face.

"Nothing much, why?"

"You smell like lust and arousal. It's kinda overwhelming." Well that explained the disgusted face. "Wait! Were you thinking about Derek?"

"No. Of course I wasn't." I knew that it was a weak lie, even I could hear it in my voice.

"Maybe you should spend another day away."

"No, I can handle this. I have to be able to handle this." I took a deep breath and calmed myself.

When we arrived at the Hale house everyone but Derek was outside.

"Stiles!" Cora ran right for me. "Where have you been?"

"I've been busy. Where's Derek?"

"Right here." I turn to see him walking up behind me. He was wearing those jeans but instead of a Henley he was wearing a tank that hugged his body just right. His eyes captured me. Aw, crap. I'm doomed.

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Author's Note: I swear the next chapter will have a lot of Stiles and Derek interaction. I know it's been a while since they last interacted and I'm sorry, but I swear I will make it up to you. I might be able to get the next chapter up within the next few hours if I really put my mind to it. I swear I will try. Please Review.