Derek surveyed his messed up apartment groaning inwardly. He was standing in the centre of the room, still in just his underwear and thinking about the previous night.
The night of a party that had obviously been thrown here in Derek's apartment.
And he had no doubt that Scott, Isaac, Aiden and Ethan were to blame.
But that wasn't really the main thing on his mind at that moment. He'd done something last night. Something he couldn't believe he'd done. He'd slept with Stiles.
He sat down heavily on the couch, burying his head in his hands, thoughts bouncing around in his head as the front door slid open.
"Well what happened here?" Peter's voice echoed out and Derek groaned again. "Did Derek have a little too much fun last night?
"Shut up Peter," Derek muttered and Peter chuckled softly.
"What did you do?"
"The kids had a party," Derek grunted and Peter laughed again.
"Oh wow, you look awful," He remarked as Derek stood up. Derek growled at him and Peter smirked.
"So tell me who did you sleep with?" Derek's head jerked up and saw Peter staring intently at him.
"I didn't sleep with anyone Peter,"
"Really then who's shirt is this?" He asked, picking up a blue and white checkered shirt lying on the floor.
"Probably just someone's shirt that they left behind,"
"Really? Because there's only one person that I can think of that wears shirts like this and he's pretty short, dark brown hair, wimpy?" Peter paused as Derek inhaled deeply.
"I didn't sleep with Stiles,"
"I never said you did," Peter retorted and Derek stopped speaking.
"You DID sleep with Stiles," Peter stated and Derek continued to remain silent.
"Oh this is good blackmail material,"
"No it isn't," Derek retorted, not trying to defend himself anymore.
"Think about it, the infamous Derek Hale slept with Stiles Stilinski the son of the Sheriff, how do you think he'd react to that?" Peter laughed before throwing the shirt at Derek and leaving the apartment.
"Hey Dad!" Stiles called from his bedroom, where he was going through his drawers.
"Yes?!" His Dad called from downstairs.
"Have you seen my white and blue shirt?"
"No, last time I saw it was that night you went to Scott's house,"
Stiles froze, that was the night of the party. Which meant that the shirt was still at Derek's house.
He groaned inwardly, sitting down on his bed. What was he going to do?
He considered the options to just leave the shirt there, but that would mean anyone could find it and then they would find out.
He knew he had to go and get it himself, but he didn't want to do it alone.
Grabbing his phone he dialled Isaac's number.
"Isaac I need your help,"
"Excuse me what did you just say?"
"I need your help Isaac, I left my shirt at Derek's apartment,"
"So you've got like thirty others just like it,"
"Yes, but if I leave it there, somebody is going to find it and then they'll know what happened, worse than that it could be Scott,"
Isaac laughed at the serious tone, "And you need my help because?"
"I'm not going to Derek's house alone,"
"I thought I remembered nothing?"
"Just help me Isaac please?"
"Fine, I'll meet you at your house in 10 minutes,"
Isaac hung up the phone and Stiles sat down on his bed. He'd screwed so much up in just one night.