A dose of cold water startled him from sleep, causing him to shoot right up and start to shiver in the surprisement. Blinking multiple times before widening his eyes, Stiles glanced up to see him father laughing at him.

"You're going to be late for school." His dad said before setting the now empty bucket on the edge of his bed and walked out of the room. Stiles let out a groan and flipped the blankets off of his legs.

"Don't remind me…" He mumbled out.

"Come on, Stiles! Senior year awaits you!" Scowling at the fact that the summer went by so quickly, Stiles stood up and let out a yawn, stretching out his arms as his t-shirt trailed up to show his flat stomach. Bringing one of his hands down, he fluffed out his hair and ran it through a couple of times with his fingers, before heading over to the bathroom.

After brushing his teeth and combing his hair, so it stood up in front a little, Stiles quietly walked over to his dresser and grabbed a pair of black skinny jeans that Lydia had insisted he wear, a dark grey shirt, and a blue plaid overshirt. He yanked the pants up, jumping up and down a few times to make sure they were on. Then, tugging the shirt on over his head, Stiles grabbed his backpack and slung it over his shoulder.

Taking quick steps down the stairs, he skidded into the kitchen, his father raising an eyebrow over his coffee mug when their eyes connected.

"What?"

"Black skinny jeans?"

"What?" Stiles made a face while kicking his converse out from underneath the kitchen table. "Lydia made me." He heard a snort of laughter from his father but nothing else was said of the topic. After tying his shoelaces, Stiles stood back up, grabbed the jeep keys off the kitchen hook, and started moving towards the garage door.

"Breakfast, Stiles!" Letting out the second groan of protest, Stiles turned around and grabbed a poptart out of the almost empty box on the counter, and, doing another one-eighty, turned again and started heading out.

"Bye dad! Love you!" He called out over his shoulder just before closing the garage door and moving over to his jeep. Opening the driver's door, Stiles flung his backpack onto the passenger seat and started up the engine.

Pulling into the school's already busy parking lot, Stiles nearly raced to the open parking space that caught his eye, which just so happened to be next to Scott's lime green dirt bike. Smiling to himself at his impeccable timing, Stiles turned off the engine, and scavenged his backpack for his phone. Upon finding it, he sent a quick text to Scott asking where he and Kira were, only to get a knock on his window, startling him.

"Dude…" Stiles whined when he opened the door. "You can't just do that! You almost gave me a heart attack." Scott rolled his eyes at Stiles's dramatics before pulling his best friend into a hug.

"Senior year man…"

"I know, don't remind me. Dad woke me up with a bucket of cold water this morning." Wincing at the memory, Stiles saw Scott laugh a little and punched him in the shoulder.

"Dude…"

"Now who's being dramatic? You're a werewolf, that probably didn't even hurt." In response to Stiles's statement, Scott stuck out his tongue before standing upright and smiling.

"Hey there's Isaac!" Scott said cheerfully, waving in the direction behind him. Turning on his heel, Stiles smiled when he saw the blonde curls of the youngest of the pack getting off his bike. However, his smiled faded a little when he saw a girl swinging her leg off the bike behind him and taking off a helmet. Instantly, alerts went off in his brain, but Stiles pushed them back because of course, it would be rude to judge someone before he met them.

Walking up to them with Scott trailing behind, Stiles pulled Isaac into a hug.

"I missed you pup." He whispered into Isaac's ear before pulling back and staring at the girl beside him.

She was semi-attractive, he shrugged in his head. Slightly better than normal looking, but not someone he would go for or pursue. Her hair fell down a little past her shoulders, held in loose black curls with an ivory highlight in front, and he noticed that her eyes had a purple haze amidst the striking blue.

"Nice contacts." And, ignoring the weird look from Isaac, he held out a hand for her to shake.

"You must be Stiles!" She skipped past the handshake and went straight for a hug. Paralyzed, he glanced at Isaac who looked at him with a small flush. Seeming to notice his surprisement, she quickly jumped back. "I'm sorry! I've been told I should stop doing that." She flashed him an embarrassing smile.

"And you are?"

"Oh!" Her hand flew to her lips. "I totally went straight past that, didn't I? I'm Victoria, but call me Tori. All my friends do."

"Stiles," Stiles nodded, "but you already knew that?" He raised a questioning eyebrow.

"Isaac's told me all about you guys."

"I met her in France." Isaac intercepted. "She saved me from getting my ass kicked."

"You told the guy his mother was a hamster." Tori did a tee-hee laugh, which instantly raised a red flag in Stiles's book, but he kept his mouth shut.

"I thought I was asking for cheese!" Stiles bursted into laughter at Isaac's defense.

"Dude," he put a hand on Isaac's shoulder in order to steady himself, "that's not even close! Who taught you?"

"Allison." Isaac mumbled hesitantly.

"She really played you man." Stiles continued to laugh and after a minute, Isaac pushed him away, causing him to fall down.

"Hey!" Another voice joined in the discussion, growling and a small snarl coming after the shout. Quickly standing up and waving his arms around, he saw Malia coming over, her eyes shining blue and her claws just starting to protrude.

"Malia!" He literally ran over to her, and blocked off her sight of Isaac. "It's okay, I'm okay. We were just playing around. See?" Stiles held out his arms so she could check for any scratches. "I'm totally fine. Now put the glowing eyes away and the claws before someone sees." Glancing around, he felt a huge feeling of relief come over him when Stiles saw Isaac had distracted...Victoria. The name felt weird, even if he only did say it in his mind. But he brushed it off. He only feels like that because she's new.

Turning back to Malia, he grinned. "Want to go on a date tonight? I can pick you up at seven?" Malia in turn, looked at him confused.

"Date? Sure, sounds good."

"Great, now let's get to class." Stiles swiveled his head again to look at the rest of the group. Chills went down his back when he saw Tori staring him down while the others laughed next to her. Narrowing his eyebrows for a split second, he looked away and walked with Malia to the school's front doors, holding hands with her.

It had been an hour-long drive filled with smiles and laughter, and accompanied by whatever music was on the radio. A twinge of uncomfortableness had, at one moment, hit Stiles but it soon had fallen into his subconsciousness after he pushed it away.

"It's Noodles & Company." Malia smiled when she felt the car take a turn into the parking lot. "I absolutely love their mac-n-cheese!" She gushed, causing Stiles to laugh.

"Trust me, I know." After parking, and getting out of his door to move over to the other side of his jeep to open Malia's, they walked inside hand-in-hand, grinning away. Then, soon after placing the order, Malia pulled him over to a window seat, giving them the perfect view of a setting sun through the adjacent treeline.

"So…" Malia trailed off, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink.

"First date in person." Stiles nodded, a soft smile appearing on his face and staying there.

"I'm nervous." She blurted out, with an anxious laugh after. "I mean, we always did Skype movie dates and now I can hold your hand and give you hugs, and do all this with. It's so-"

"Different?" He finished her sentence. "I agree but I like this so much better. I like being able to touch you and hold you. It feels great."

A small cough interrupted them as a highschooler (looked like an older sophomore) handed them their food dishes, as well as a side of bread. "Is that all?" She asked, tucking the tray between her elbow and high waist, and moving the bangs out of her fast with an upward blow.

"That's all for now. Thank you." Stiles smiled at her, causing a blush to appear on the sophomores fast which, in turn, caused her to spin on her converse and walk away.

"Well!" He exclaimed, looking down at his delicious Asian stir-fry and then back up at Malia. "Dig in!"

Just before he took a bite though, his entire back pocket vibrated...several times. Ignoring it, Stiles continued to focus on enjoying his time with his...girlfriend. Because that's what she was, wasn't she?

He looked up after taking a huge bit of his noodles only to find her staring at him "Are you going to get that?" She bluntly asked, nodded towards his jeans.

"I like to ignore a problem till it goes away to be honest."

"It doesn't seem to be going away." Malia pointed out as his pocket vibrated again.

"It will soon. Besides, I'm on a date with you." In response she hummed, which Stiles took to mean that she was pleased that he wanted to pay attention to her. Instead though, she set down her silverware and reached down under the table, only to bring her own home up a few seconds later.

"Well whoever it is, now they're texting me." She pointed out, her fingers gliding across the screen to unlock it. "It's Scott. Says there's a pack meeting."

"What?" Stiles mouth dropped. Since when were there pack meetings? Not believing it,(not that he thought Malia was lying to him), he took his phone phone out and unlocked it.

Sure enough his message box was imploded from messages from Scott all saying there was a meeting at the loft and everyone was required to come.

Glancing back up at Malia, she had already stood up and was calling the waitress over.

When the same girl who delivered their food came back up in a scurry, she looked distraught. "Is something wrong with the food? We can mostly likely make you guys more on the house and-" Stiles held up a hand to pause her fast chatter.

"Nope, just need to be somewhere. Can we have two to-go bags?"

"Of course! Be right back!"

Holding out his arm to Malia, she tucked her hand in from underneath and gripped onto him.

"Let's go then." He said, not bothering to look back and acknowledge her.

Stiles threw open the loft door without a second thought. And a rush of bewilderment and nostalgia, came over him, causing him to lose his breath for a second. Memories came back, of laughter and smiles and of inside jokes, but he repressed them, not wanting to dwell on what used to be, but instead focus on the change before him.

There were two new couches, side-by-side, that actually looked comfortable. A TV had been added, along with several lights which lit up even the darkest of corners in the room, and casted shadows everywhere. In the back corner farthest from the door, and right next to the winding staircase, there was a brand new wood desk, which had a laptop resting upon it as well as a monitor screen.

Everything had Lydia written all over it, but at the same time, everything seemed so...Derek. And despite the room not being filled up with furniture or knick-knacks and whatnot, everything seemed at perfectly placed.

"Stiles!" Scott's voice broke him from his reverie. Shaking his head, he looked at the group, surprised that Malia had already sat down next to Danny, who in turn was sitting next to Isaac and a new guy, that Stiles guessed was Liam.

The only seat that was available was the one next to Lydia. Gladly, Stiles crossed the room and sat down on one of the two new couches. "Alright guys, why are we here?"

"Not yet," Lydia shook her head, "we're still waiting on someone." The question of who came to mind as Stiles's eyes glazed over the pack. Kira and Scott were on the loveseat. Isaac, Danny, Malia, and (supposedly) Liam were all sitting on one of the new couches. Lydia and him were on the other couch… Stiles widened his eyes at the slight possibility of who could be missing.

Footsteps rang out as the other person came jogging down the winding staircase. "Sorry guys, heard you come in. Was in the shower." Stiles's eyes narrowed. Derek was shirtless, and he was drying his hair off with a white towel. His light grey sweatpants clung to him and were curled up at his hips, and of course, he was walking over to where Stiles and Lydia were currently sitting.

With an oof, he sat down next to Stiles and leaned against the couches arm.

"Great!" Scott called out. "Well, maybe not great." A frown appeared on Scott's face, and immediately everyone's side conversations came to a pause. "We might have trouble. Do you guys remember Mr. Barnes?"

"The mailman?" Isaac threw the question out.

"He was murdered this morning. The news just got out." Lydia interrupted in a flat voice before Scott could confirm anything. "There was a snake scale found underneath his fingernails which has the police puzzled because he didn't own any snakes."

"He was killed by snake venom." Stiles jumped to the conclusion, voicing it out, ignoring the burning feeling of Derek's eyes. Due to the swivel of Lydia's head, he definitely guessed right.

"Alright, so how is that supernatural?" It was Liam's turn to ask now.

"That's what we need to find out. He doesn't own snakes and there's no snake owners on his route. Literally everyone liked him." Scott said, putting his arm around Kira and bringing her closer to him. "Danny, is there some way you can find where he'd visited the entire day and access any of the street security cameras?"

"Are you exploiting me?" Danny gave out a fake gasp, and clutched at his chest before giving a shrug and letting his hands drop back into his lap. "Fine by me, but Derek needs to take off his shirt." Stiles's both bristled and tensed when Danny shot a wink Derek's way. And was utterly shocked and, somewhat grossed out, when Derek returned the banter with wink.

"Anything for you."

Clenching his jaw, Stiles sat further into the couch, moving closer to Lydia. He was not jealous. Why would he be? He's completely over the pompous prat who literally destroyed his heart at the beginning of summer. "Alright, so now what?" He spoke, loudly and even he knew his voice sounded a tad off, but no one brought it up or called him out on it. Even Malia seemed unfazed.

There was a moment of silence accompanied by a few noises of shuffling clothes scratching the couches surfaces. In the end, it was Scott that spoke up.

"Now we wait."

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