DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT own Teen Wolf the television series or any of the characters. I only play with the boys as I see fit.
A/N: Whoever is first to get the movie reference in this Chapter will get a Stiles/Derek one-shot written to their wishes. :D
Fridays officially sucked, Stiles thought as he stood in the middle of the cafeteria with no table to call his own. His tray filled with a plate of spaghetti and what looked to be meat sauce. What kind of meat was another question altogether.
He had been banned from his usual table by the dynamic duo that was Scott and Allison. The latter of which obviously got some sort of story about Stiles getting Derek to beat up on Scott for no apparent reason because when he had walked up to the table as usual, he received two scathing looks at his approach. As he went to sit down, Allison scooted over and Stiles almost sat on her. She had glared at him and made a snide comment of, 'You gonna sick Derek on me too?' before turning back to Scott, resuming her lunch and conversation.
Stiles stood there for a minute, crestfallen at what had just happened and then walked away. Spotting and empty table near the vending machines, the lone teen headed towards it. He sat down and picked up his fork, staring at the pasta, Stiles realized how not hungry he was. He pushed his tray away from him and hid his head in his arms on the table.
Lydia Martin balanced a tray of food on her forearm while reading a text from Jackson, saying that he wasn't gonna be able to do their date tonight in favor of 'guy time'. Ha. Well we'll see how he likes no sex. Maybe her 'headache' could last the rest of the school year, Lydia smirked to herself and slid her phone back into her pocket. This would make the third time in the past two months he had bailed and if you knew anything about Lydia Martin, it was that when she didn't get her way she could be extremely vindictive, albeit in a quiet and sneaky manner, using her best manipulation tactics. Sex was one of her best weapons, as was with any woman worth their salt.
She looked up, ready to head to her table, when her smokey gray eyes landed on a familiar flanneled figure. Stiles was sitting curiously alone at an empty table by the vending machines. Lydia looked over and saw Allison talking to her new and oh-so-average Wolf-boy boyfriend, whose name was not important enough to remember, but always hung out with Flannel Kid. What a curious thing that they aren't joined at the hip today, Lydia thought before remembering the scene she had witnessed the previous day.
Stiles being pinned up against a locker as a yellow eyed boy growled at him. When he had hit the lockers, even she had winced in pain from her hiding spot, just at the end of the hall. Each moan from Stiles had had her fuming with anger and that in itself had surprised her. She had never felt anger on behalf of anyone. Not even Jackson, but he usually deserved what he got, the boy was pretty, but just a bit on the dense side.
The cause of separation had to be the fight, but if so, then why didn't Steve have the hang-dog expression instead. Why was Stiles the one that looked as if someone had just kicked his puppy? Lips pursed, eyes narrowed, and fingers tapping on the bottom of her tray, Lydia thought back to the other day and exactly what she had heard between the two boys and what Allison had been jabbering on about this morning.
Students walked around the statue like future Prom Queen standing in the middle of the cafeteria with trepidation. All were curious and just a little frightened at what might be running through the beautiful girl's mind. A few band geeks had a terrible start when just as they started their way past the redhead, she let out a devious little laugh, followed by a smile, and squared her shoulders, walking off towards the back of the cafeteria.
They looked over and saw her heading towards that weird ADHD kid that always wore those flannel shirts and then looked at each other before sending up a prayer for the unsuspecting boy.
Stiles' mind was running through things he could say to Scott to get the other teen to forgive him when he heard a throat being cleared over his shoulder. He looked up and his brown eyes widened in utter surprise at seeing the Lydia Martin, former-love-of-his-life, standing at the end of his table, with an earth shattering smile, directed right at him. Oh, crap, Derek is so lucky I'm committed to him right now, Stiles thought as he gazed up at perfection of the female form.
"Is this seat taken?"
"...uh..."
Lydia's brow rose and she nodded to the table. Stiles' eyes widened in realization that she actually wanted to sit at his table.
With him.
Where people could see them.
Together.
"Am I on Punk'd? Where's Kutcher or Bieber? Oh, do you think he'll let me meet Selena Gomez? I'm a major fan. Wizards of Waverly Place is such a-" a mix of disbelief and humor filled the girl's face and Stiles changed thoughts, "-show for babies. Psh. Ha. Wizards, Disney, shenanigans,...Selena." Stiles' sighed out the last part.
Lydia rolled her eyes and placed her tray on the table with a little more force than necessary and leaned over, "I won't ask again."
Stiles jumped up and tripped over the bleacher style seat, falling to the questionably clean linoleum. He jumped back up and gestured to his table, bowing before sweeping off any possible crumbs from both the table and seat.
"Why Thank You, Stiles. Such a gentleman." Lydia sat down and smiled at the flustered boy. She motioned for him to sit down as well and Stiles did as requested, rather quickly this time, so as not to upset Lydia any further.
As Lydia dressed her salad in some non-fat dressing and peppered her chicken, Stiles sat, watching with an open mouth, still not believing that Lydia-freaking-Prom-Queen-Martin was sitting with him. Sure they had hung out in terror briefly in the school when being chased by the former psycho Alpha, but they hadn't really ever be in the same group. Even if Allison, Lydia's new BFF of the month, was currently dating his supposed...BFF, Stiles thought with chagrin.
"If you leave you're mouth open like that Danny might find it as an open invitation."
Stiles mouth snapped shut and clamped a hand over his mouth, looking around for the Lacrosse Goalie. Lydia gave a small chortle and went back to cutting up her chicken, then mixed it in with her salad.
Stiles' removed his hand from his mouth and cleared his throat, "Question: Why are you sitting over here? With me? Allison is over there, shouldn't you be gossiping it up with her during lunch and not sitting in exile with me."
"You're not in exile, you've just realized too late in life that you're much to smart for that little group over there. Much like I have and you're now surrounding yourself with a more sophisticated class of people, namely me."
"Uh..."
"Or it could just be that the Steve over there is still pissed about you sending your very tall, dark, and extremely hairy, but oh, so handsome boyfriend to kick his dumb ass."
"Steve?"
"Boy wonder over there."
"You mean Scott?"
"Whatever." She took a bite of her salad and looked Stiles in the eye, "So then I'm right. It has to do with tall, dark, and hairy beating him to a pulp."
"Hairy? Derek hardly has any body hair."
"Oh, do tell." Lydia batted her eyes and laughed when Stiles turned bet red. "Come on, what's the elusive Hale like in bed." She lowered her voice and leaned in conspiratorially, "I bet he's just an animal."
Stiles was still red and he stuttered out, "Not that it's any of your business, but we haven't done the deed yet. So I wouldn't know."
When he was smacked on the forehead with a plastic spork, Stiles was surprised, "What was that for?"
"Rule one on being my best friend is that you tell me everything, no matter how kinky and likewise. Even if you guys haven't done the horizontal tango yet, you have messed around or else you wouldn't know that he wasn't that hairy. So spill. What's a wolf like in bed?"
Stiles, who was wiping the salad dressing off his forehead, froze and turned quizzical eyes to the redhead, "Best friend? Wolf? What? "
"Yes, best friend. I have decided that you will be my new go to girl...guy. So get used to it and yes, wolf, don't try to play dumb. I know."
"Know what?"
"I know, Stiles. I figured it out after the school incident."
"Figured what out?"
Lydia smacked him on the forehead again and glared, "I may look the part, but I am a not just some dumb girl. I have an IQ of 166, so don't bullshit me."
Stiles sighed and looked around the room, he grabbed up his own spork and took a bite of his nasty, cold pasta. "You can't tell anyone. There are people out there who want to harm people like Derek and Scott."
"Like who?"
"The Argents."
"So Steve is dating the enemy."
"Yes."
"Does he know?"
"Oh, yeah, believe me. Derek and I have warned him away from Allison a few million times. I think she may be his mate though, so I don't see them splitting up anytime soon."
"Mate? So is that what Hale is? Or are you two just relieving mutual sexual frustrations?"
"Mate."
Lydia smirked, "You lucky S.O.B."
Stiles ran a hand through his hair and smiled sheepishly, "Yeah. I know. I'm still not sure how it even happened, but he already says he loves me and he talks about forever. He's kind of a girl about it to tell you the truth."
Lydia laughed, "You don't like the forever talk then?"
"To be honest I'm still getting used to it. I'm not to sure that forever is real."
"Pessimist."
"Like you believe in forever." Stiles scoffed.
"I do actually, when the person's right."
"So then is Jackson forever?"
Lydia paused for a minute, spork poised mid air, halfway up to her mouth. She gave a sideways glance at Stiles, "Honestly, I would like him to be, but I don't think so." She finished her bite and dropped her spork to the plate.
"Sorry. Why not?"
She smiled and pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, "It's mainly maturity and ambition. Jackson can't see past his next game or lay. I need someone who's mature and knows how to treat a woman like me. Maybe when I go to college I'll just forgo boys altogether and when I graduate I'll find a nice older man worth my time."
"Why are you still with him then?"
"Well, he is fun to play with and he'll help me become Prom Queen."
Stiles rose a brow and leaned on his elbow, his head resting on his fist, "I don't believe those excuses."
Lydia stalled for a moment before she opened her mouth to elaborate, only to be cut off by Jackson, who had just walked up with Danny in tow. "Hey Spaz, what are you doin' with my girl?"
Stiles sat up and was about to babble out some half-assed excuse, when Lydia scooted closer to him and twined her arm with his, glaring at Jackson. "So now you're the only one allowed to have a best friend?"
"Best friend? With Flannel kid? Since when? He's probably just trying to get into your skirt."
"Why would he do that when he has an older and very delicious boyfriend who can probably hammer a nail through a board with his penis?"
Jackson looked confused and Danny's face took on a look of interest.
Stiles laughed, "Nice reference."
"Thanks. You'll have to tell me if it's accurate though."
"You have a boyfriend?...You're gay?" Danny asked, surprised.
Jackson scoffed,"Since when?"
"Wednesday around midnight."
"You've been gay for like three days!"
"Yup."
"Babe."
"He is not trying to 'hit this' Jackson, don't worry."
"Well not anymore." Stiles whispered and Lydia rolled her eyes.
"So who's this 'boyfriend'?" Danny said, a little jealousy lacing his voice, even though he had no claim to be.
"Derek Hale."
Danny was surprised and Jackson visibly paled. "Hales gay...?"
"Only for me. I guess he just really finds me attractive." Stiles gave a pointed look to Danny. The goalie did well to look ashamed. If he had just answered that silly question he could have had a boyfriend with substance, who knew.
"So you're hanging out with the popular crowd now, Stiles." Scott sneered, as he and Allison walked up to their table.
"You wouldn't let me sit with you guys and I can't stop Lydia from sitting where she wants so...kind of, yeah."
Scott looked at Lydia, Jackson, and Danny and said, "Better be careful or he'll sick his big, bad boyfriend on you too."
If possible Jackson got even paler. Danny gave Scott a look that said 'really, dude'. While Lydia bristled at the remark.
"I didn't 'sick' him on you. He did that on his own!" Stiles half yelled, throwing his hands in the air.
"Maybe if you hadn't assaulted him in the halls, slamming him into the lockers, for being with Hale, then maybe Derek wouldn't have seen the bruises on my poor Stiles' back and maybe he wouldn't have had to kick your ass. So I suggest, that if you don't want a big, bad, scary, man to huff, puff, and make you bleed internally, the next time you think about laying a hand on Stiles you remember the feeling of his boot up your ass."
As she spoke, Lydia had untwisted her arm from Stiles, got up from her seat, and walked around the table and stood stiletto's to sneakers, nose to nose, with the teen wolf.
"You didn't tell me that part." Allison accused, crossing her arms over her chest and moving to stand with Lydia, facing Scott.
"Bruises?" Scott looked down at Stiles, his eyes had softened and he did well to look ashamed, "I didn't think I had pushed you that hard."
"Well you did. Derek saw them and I told him not to do anything but he doesn't follow commands very well."
The bell rang then, signaling that lunch was over and people needed to get to class pronto or else.
"I can't believe that you did that to your best-friend!" Allison said as she stormed off, grumbling about 'half-truths' under her breath as she did.
"Allison, wait!" Scott said, forgetting all about Stiles and the unfinished apologies, "Allison! I'm sorry!" Scott yelled, rushing off after his girlfriend. Stiles noted sadly as he watched Scott walk away that the teen hadn't apologized to him.
Danny turned to Stiles, "So if I had answered that ridiculous question a month ago we might have...?"
"I don't think so, it would have most likely just sped things up with Derek."
"Well I definitely don't want a boot up my ass. Hale scares me. Friends?"
"Thought we kind of already were."
"Cool. See you around Stillinski." Danny started to walk off when Jackson halted him, "Hold up Danny. Babe, I'll see you later tonight."
Lydia beamed and wound her arms around Jackson's neck. "You mean for our date."
"No. I told you. Guy's night tonight. I meant later, I could come over for...you know."
Lydia narrowed her eyes and pushed him away from her, "Yeah, you go ahead and see how that goes. Don't be surprised if I call the cops on your scrawny ass. Stiles come on, you can walk me to class."
"But I have Phys. Ed. and it's on the other side of the school so I-" Lydia focused her gaze on the young Stillinski and he backtracked, "-would be honored to have the wrath of Coach rain down upon me, so that I may walk my fabulous new best-ie to her class safely." He got up, grabbed his book bag from the floor, Lydia's books from the table, and moved to Lydia's side.
"So sweet. Jackson you should be taking notes." She flipped her long hair in her boyfriend's face before putting her arm back through Stiles', they walked out of the cafeteria, students casually making the way for their Queen Bee and her new acquisition.
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