an: I want to thank MD new Beta Emily. Thank you so much!
Stiles The Teen Wolf
Episode Eight: Lunatic
"Where are we going?"
"You'll see."
"I really shouldn't be here. My mom is on a constant state of freak out because of what happened last night at the school."
"Well your mom isn't the Sheriff. There's no comparison, trust me."
"Will you at least tell me what we're doing out here?"
"Yes." Stiles kept a steady pace on the rocky ground, walking ahead of a sulking Scott so he could hide his hand for just a little while longer. "When you're best friend gets dumped-"
"I didn't get dumped." Scott cut in sharply, his glare burning the back of Stiles' neck. "We're taking a break."
"Alright, well." Stiles conceded. "When your best friend gets told by his girlfriend that their taking a break," Stiles turned around to face Scott, holding the hand he had wrapped around the neck of a bottle of Jack Daniel's up so that his friend had a clear view. "You get your best friend drunk."
The thought had been a good one at first. When they started in on the bottle, they started to talk. Not unusual really, drunken people love to let emotional inhibitions go. Stiles just hadn't expected this.
"Dude…she's just one. One girl. But I know it man, she's my girl. She's the woman I love."
Stiles watched as Scott laid back on the rocky ground, eyes staring up at the almost-full moon. He'd done his own fair bit of drinking tonight, but getting drunk just wasn't happening. Wolf's high metabolism breaks down the alcohol before it affects the brain. Looks like I'm never getting drunk again.
"There are more fish in the sea Scott." Stiles said with a slight smile. He heard Scott attempt to growl, only to end up gurgling.
"You have…you have like no right to say that. How long have you been in love with…the girl with red hair?" Scott stumbled through the sentence, but the topic made Stiles stiffen. That's right. Lydia Martin.
"Strawberry blond actually." Stiles rattled it off like a mathematician would correct a kindergartener's addition chart. "Green eyes, five foot three." None of that actually mattered to him now though. Even as he stated the facts he'd memorized by heart so long ago, the only thing he could think about was the feel of soft but slightly chapped lips against his own as a bit of stubble rubbed against his face. Derek filled his mind so completely that the only other thing there, was the guilt over Scott and Allison's 'break'.
"Yeah. Lydia right? You liked her since preschool! Allison though, she's more than a like. She's a love man. She's my soul mate, I know it. We're going to be together in the end, you'll see man."
Stiles nodded, thinking about the way it felt to be around Derek. When he'd heard Scott use the word 'mate' the image of a smiling Derek popped into his mind so suddenly it started him. Mate. Soul mate. Do wolves mate for life? Is it like Twilight or those stupid romantic werewolf books, does every wolf have one mate for their whole existence? He didn't know. And to be honest he didn't care. Fate could do what it wanted because Stiles was prepared to do just the same.
"I'm gonna get her back man. I know I'm going to. Because me and her, we belong together. We're meant to be. She's my Zing, my it, my one and only. She's the love of my life dude."
Stiles only nodded. His mind was enthralled in misty green eyes. He had kissed Derek last night and Derek had kissed him back. That in itself had to mean everything. On top of the words that Derek had spoken as he left: "We are going to talk about this." Stiles sure hoped so. He hadn't had the chance to see Derek since the night before. His dad had kept the leash tight until tonight when he managed to sneak away with a bottle of Jack, and he'd headed straight for Scott's, not the Hale Mansion.
Derek would wait for him that kiss said enough for him to believe that at least, but Scott was heartbroken. Scott needed him more.
"She's my heart man."
Stiles peered down at his friend. The fire they'd created in one of the park trashcans blazing and highlighting his frowning face. Stiles swallowed down the guilt as he nodded.
"Look man, as much as being broken up hurts, being alone is way worse. You're not alone man, you got me. I'll look out for you."
Stiles frowned deeply when Scott's eyes lowered to a glare and the smell of anger came from the wasted human.
"You'll look out for me? Since when are you looking out for me? It's your fault Allison left! Your stupid secret that I have to protect! Her family is nice Stiles! I met them! If they hunt people like you, they do it because you deserve it!" the anger made Scott's words come out clearer than his earlier rambling and their meaning hit Stiles like a hammer to the stomach. He didn't know what part of that rant was worse, the 'It's your fault' or the 'People like you'.
Just as he opened his mouth to speak, a hand shot out, reaching for the bottle of Jack Scott had set on a rock in front of them.
"Well," The human with darker skin smirked at both Stiles and Scott, eyes lingering on Scott's state of drunken anger. "Look at the two little bitches getting they drink on."
Scott was livid, a silent anger not found in most drunks. "Give it back." His voice was hard, Stiles would admit that, but it wouldn't convince the bigger of the two thugs of anything.
"What's that little man?" Just as Stiles had guessed, the older thug was not impressed. His smirking face fell into an expression of disbelieving anger.
"I think he wants a drink." The shorter one spoke up, his eyes dancing with malice in the flames of the fire. Stiles was about ready to beat them both down. Whatever shock Scott's comment had caused was ebbing away, guilt and fury replacing it. He wouldn't direct it at his drunken friend, but these thugs were a different story.
Scott beat him to the punch though, standing up on wobbly legs to glare at the jerk who took their Jack. "I want the bottle."
Stiles wasn't liking the way either man was eyeing Scott. Stiles could protect himself, he was a wolf, he wasn't scared of human thugs, but Scott was a different matter. Scott was human too, a younger, shorter, smaller human than their opponents. "Scott, maybe we should just go."
"You brought me here to get me drunk Stiles." Scott sounded stone sober as he glared up at the bigger men. "I'm not drunk yet." I beg to differ.
Stiles saw the men looking equal parts amused and annoyed, so when Scott made to step forward, Stiles cut him off, standing toe to toe with the man who took their bottle. "Give me the bottle of Jack." Stiles interjected, growling into his words slightly so the man got the hint. What ever since of self-preservation that the man had must have been working that night because without another word, he handed it to Stiles, stepping back a bit.
Stiles handed it back to Scott, only to just when his friend aimed and threw it at the other guy with lighter skin. It missed, but it was the thought that counted. The man advanced forward at Scott and Stiles panicked, letting his wolf go a bit due to the full moon tomorrow, Stiles growled at the men until they took off running.
When he looked back, Scott was already making his way out of the park, stumbling a bit as he went. With a deep sigh, Stiles followed behind his friend. "Scott. Scott! The break up isn't that bad, it's not the end of the world! Scott!"
But Scott wouldn't listen; instead he headed for the passenger's side door and ripped it open. Stiles cringed at the mistreatment of his jeep, before sliding into the drivers seat.
God damnit. The guilt was going to end up eating Stiles alive before the Alpha could.
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The police was crawling all over the school the next day. Even his dad was there. Though everybody talked about the break in, no one knew who the kids that had been inside the school were. Thank god for the protection of minors. Derek was a main suspect in the murder cases now, since his body wasn't found even though both Scott and Stiles had vouched for the fact that Derek had been hurt by the killer. Everyone else, Jackson, Lydia, Allison, they had all blamed it on Derek, all the way through Stiles outraged cries of indignation for Derek. There was nothing he could do; Derek was wanted for questioning, if not worse.
Stiles thumped his head against the wall as he sat in the hall outside the principals' office, waiting patiently for his dad to come out.
When the Sheriff came out with a Deputy, and a couple men in suits in toll, Stiles stood and waited to be noticed. He hadn't strained his hearing this time, finding it only slightly hard to control with the moon so close to being full. He needed Derek tonight, but he didn't even know where the older wolf was. Stiles could feel the pin pricks under his skin and he swallowed down the feeling.
"Don't you have a test to get to?" Those were his father's first words to him, but Stiles ignored it in favor of more pressing question.
"What's going on, did you find Derek yet?" He was confused about how to feel about that question. A part of him wanted the older wolf found and another part hoped no one would ever find him again. Derek had been through enough in Stiles' opinion.
"I'm working on it. You, go take your test."
Stiles couldn't do that though. He couldn't sit on the sidelines while his dad took center field without knowing the rules of the game. The Alpha wanted him, no one else. "Look dad. Listen to me."
"Go." The Sheriff interrupted, only to roll his eyes as Stiles steam rolled through his prepared speech.
"This is really important okay? You have to be careful tonight. Especially tonight." He was scared for himself and his dad. He was scared for Derek and his friends; he was scared for this town, because if Stiles couldn't control himself there would be two rabid killers on the loose. Just remember all of the things Derek taught you. Just remember Derek.
"Stiles I'm always careful." It was such a carefree response that it set Stiles' teeth on edge.
"Dad, you've never dealt with this kind of thing before, okay? At least not like this."
"I know." His dad conceded. The sheriff's eyes strayed back to the Deputy and the men in suits. "Which is why I brought in people who have. State detective."
The second the blond man looked at Stiles, he knew. Hunter. The man smelled like Allison's home a mixture of wolf's bane and gunpowder that was unmistakable.
Stiles wanted to scream. To howl, to give into the instinct to kill that man that threatened him and his pack of one. If they found Derek, that man right over there would kill him without a glance backwards to check who had witnessed it. But he was stuck. He was a teenager whose father refused to listen to reason, and even if the Sheriff did, Stiles couldn't even tell the whole truth.
"Go take your test." John said and Stiles wanted to explode but he had control. At least for now he had enough control.
Stiles left without another word. Not really knowing how he would get through one of Harris' tests with all of these things filling his mind. Turned out, he didn't have to.
Scott stormed out of the classroom like a madman with the hounds of hell on his heels. Stiles was right behind him, his friend's erratic heart and heavy labored breathing making the wolf feel protective. He found Scott in the showers of the locker room, the water running over him as he struggled to breath.
Stiles reached into Scott's discarded backpack for the inhaler Scott's mom kept there in case Scott had lapses back into the severe state it had been before. He handed it over without a word and Scott, confused but grateful took it. One puff and Scott could breathe again, though they were harsh closed off breathes. Stiles knew instantly what it was.
"I was having an asthma attack?" Scott asked in disbelief. His asthma had been so much better due to his regular exercise.
"No. You were having a panic attack." Stiles clarified. Then added on almost like an afterthought. "But thinking you were having an asthma attack actually helped stop the panic attack. Irony." He sung the last word a bit sarcastically.
"How'd you know to do that?" Scott asked between deep breathes. Stiles felt himself pale a bit before nodding through his cluttered thoughts.
"I used to get them after my mom died." The guilt for that one still hung heavy on his heart but he ignored it for this guilt; Scott's part in Stiles' situation. Scott shouldn't really even have anything to do with this, but here he was. Getting a panic attack over werewolves, murderers, hunters, heartbreak, and lacrosse. When did their lives turn into this? "Not fun huh?"
Scott shook his head before he looked around, as if searching for a way to explain. When he found it, he spoke. "I looked at her and it was like somebody hit me in the ribs with a hammer."
Stiles nodded along, fighting past all of his own emotions and struggles so he could be here for Scott. This was his fault; the least he could do was be here. "Yeah, it's called heartbreak. About two billion songs written about it."
"I can't stop thinking about her." Scott looked like he was physically in pain. His shoulders slumped forward protectively and his eye brows perpetually furrowed.
"Well, you could think about this. Her dad's a werewolf hunter. I'm a werewolf. So…it was bound to become an issue. I mean, it's not like you could really choose between us." Scott's face was so unimpressed and bordering crewel that Stiles felt that yes, Scott could and would choose between them if it came to that. And Allison wouldn't be the one left standing alone. "Okay, that wasn't helpful." Stiles tried to think of a way to defuse the tension between them, but nothing came up, so he settled on honesty. "Look dude, you got dumped. It's supposed to suck. But love comes again you know, many times over sometimes. You just gotta, I don't know man, wait for it."
Scott shook his head again before pinning Stiles with hard eyes. "Stiles, you've been in love with Lydia Martin since you were in preschool. Love doesn't just come again."
Before Stiles could correct his best friend, Scott pushed past him and back towards his locker to change. Stiles just sighed as he thought about what his friend had said. He had been in love with Lydia. The only girl he'd ever actually loved in his life, but that part of him was dead. Lydia was just a very pretty girl with a brain; Derek…well Derek was so much more.
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The day did nothing but plummet from there. Stiles was put into First Line on a probationary basis and Scott was made Co-Captain. Usually, first line wouldn't be too bad, but the full moon was tonight and the Alpha was on their heels. So Stiles was almost struggling to keep a stable sense of control. Not to mention the smell of jealousy from Jackson, and anger and heartbreak from Scott. His friend had been strangely quiet all day; it was beginning to get scary.
He should have seen it coming. Especially with how close Jackson and Allison had been getting. He'd caught sight of them at the lunch room time and time again, sitting against the lockers after class talking. It wasn't like he didn't know Lydia enough to take a guess as to how she would get back at Jackson for how close he was getting to Allison. He just wasn't expecting Scott to allow it. In fact, he was so sure that Scott wouldn't fall for it. That he'd stay true to both Stile's feelings for Lydia (Gone as they might be now) and his own love for Allison. God did it hurt to be proven wrong.
Scott kissed Lydia. Or Lydia kissed Scott, whatever. Either way, it didn't matter.
Scott was supposed to be his best friend. The one person he trusted. The one dude who would never betray him, but that one act had broken down all of that.
Scott kissed Lydia. The one girl Stiles had ever cared about, the one person Stiles felt something for. Sure, now there was Derek. Stiles knew what he felt for Derek and he also knew what he didn't feel for Lydia anymore, but Scott didn't. For all Scott knew, Stiles could still be in love with the strawberry blond deviant who plays people like musical instruments. And that is what pissed Stiles off more than anything.
So close to the full moon and Scott was playing with fire.
Not to mention the episode during practice when Scott took down Danny.
Stiles was so close to snapping his control and killing his own friend that he couldn't help but run to the one person who would keep him sane. The one presence he felt peaceful with.
"Derek!"
Standing at the porch to the Hale house, Stiles couldn't keep the howl from joining the name. So close to the full moon; his wolf so close to the surface. He was surprised he had kept himself in check so far, but not for much longer. Stiles felt himself shifting, the half human half wolf form coming forth without being called. His mind was slowly going as well, but then there was Derek.
"Stiles!"
He hadn't seen the drop kick to the chest coming either but that was fine. He needed this after all and Derek knew it, he was sure. They fought for a while; exchanging blows and hurting each other again and again only to have every injury heal in seconds. Derek was brutal, not like the usual training sessions they had together but Stiles was so grateful for that.
When Derek sent a kick to his solar plexus, Stiles dropped his guard, relaxed his stance and allowed the hit to throw him off his feet and into the side of the Hale House. The pain was instant but Stiles reveled in it. The hurt was finally on the outside now, finally somewhere where it would heal instead of just inside his heart. He heard and smelled Derek coming closer before he actually saw him.
Stiles was human now, lying against the side of the house like a rag doll. He was sure his shoulder was dislocated, but Derek would help with that he was sure.
"Stiles?" The older wolf sounded so hesitant, so wounded himself that Stiles felt bad for coming here. Derek was the only person other than his father who wouldn't hurt him on purpose and here he was, making the man do exactly that.
"I'm okay now. You gotta get my shoulder back in place though, before it heals like this." Stiles said with his raspy voice. He'd been growling and howling during the entire show down that he was sure his throat was just as wounded as his body, but just like everything else it would heal.
Derek didn't hesitate to do what needed to be done. He took Stiles by the waist to help him to his knees and then the older wolf popped his shoulder back into the socket, allowing Stiles to scream and sink sharp teeth into his own shoulder without even flinching.
They stayed like that for a good while, leaning against each other on their knees next to the burnt remains of the Hale house. There was a metaphor in there somewhere but Stiles couldn't bring himself to analyze it just yet.
"You know I thought I was going to kill him tonight. I really did."
Derek didn't say anything as his rough hand came up to rub gently at the back of Stiles' neck. He brought Stiles head to his shoulder again, leaning his temple against Stiles' and laying a soft kiss on the pale freckled cheek.
"He just…I'm the one that got bitten Derek. I'm the one who is something completely different but he, he's the one that changed. Does that make sense? The old Scott, he would never…" Stiles sighed before he fell back, sitting back on his heels and looking up at Derek. "How do I get him back Derek? The friend that used to play hours of video games with me over Skype or used to sneak over my house just because his mom had the night shift at the hospital. And if I even have him back, can I trust him again? He keeps breaking my trust at every turn, being a shitty friend. What the hell happened to us?"
Derek didn't answer, but Stiles wasn't expecting one.
"We should get going." It was all the bigger wolf said before he pushed himself up and walked back into the Hale House. Stiles took only a second before he followed behind.
"There's a full moon tonight right? You think I'll be controlled enough tonight?"
Derek turned and gave Stiles an apprising look. "Stiles, you took to being a wolf like you were born into it. You have few setbacks and you have, as far as I can tell, a pretty solid anchor. I think you're all set on control for now." Honestly, it warmed Stiles all over to hear how much trust Derek placed in him. "Maybe you shouldn't go see him tonight."
Stiles paused in the remains of the den before looking over at Derek. "What?"
"Scott. The human boy, maybe you shouldn't go see him tonight. I'm not saying don't get payback for whatever he did. He hurt you, but maybe not tonight. I trust you Stiles, your control is better than most born wolves, but we really shouldn't push it."
Stiles couldn't help but smile a little. Derek could read him even if he didn't say anything. "How'd you know I was going to go see him?"
Derek's shrug was forced, Stiles could see it but he didn't comment, just waited for the older wolf to talk. "You aren't the type to leave something like that alone. Not if you wanted to save any part of the relationship you still have with the human boy."
Should I be flattered or freaked out that he knows me so well by now?
"Okay." Stiles conceded. After all, it wasn't like spending the full moon with Derek was a punishment, the full moons of the past couple of months have actually been slightly fun, if we don't count the marginally deadly encounters with the Alpha and Hunters. It's the hormones I swear. Derek is just too big of a presence in my mind.
"You know, I've wondered in the past, all of those heroes in story books that go to another world or become something more…" Stiles paused, glancing up into the quickly darkening sky. He could feel Derek just a couple of steps away looking at him questioningly, urging him to continue. "Why do they always try so hard to go back to normal?"
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The full moon brought with it another kill for the Alpha. The Sheriff was out in the woods where the body was found so Stiles and Derek hid inside Stiles' room, lying side by side on the bed despite the size being a bit too small for them both.
"I heard there was a cure." Derek stated suddenly into the mild tense silence. Their bodies were thundering but they had already expelled their energy tonight. The fight before and the one not too long ago assuring that they could keep human form for the rest of the night.
"What, you mean for Lycanthropy?" Stiles snorted back in amusement, not really believe it. He felt more than saw Derek's nod in response.
"You kill the Alpha that bit you. That's what they said."
This time Stiles out right laughed. "Impossible. Doesn't killing an Alpha transfer the power? Instead of being cured, I'd just turn into Mr. Pack-leader and I am hardly fit to be the leader of a blog post much less other werewolves. I would end up just like the Alpha we have now, crazy and lonely." Stiles concluded; certain that everything he said is true. Derek remained silent and Stiles suddenly got a thought. "It has to be one of us though…doesn't it?"
It wasn't a question, not really since he already knew the answer.
"He killed Laura." It was all Derek said but it was reason enough and Stiles actually did understand. Derek wouldn't allow the Alpha to die at the hands of hunters, or even any other wolves. This was Derek's fight, but it was also Stiles. The Alpha had bitten him after all.
"So do you want to become an Alpha?" Stiles asked tentatively. He was pretty sure he knew the answer to this one too but he needed to hear it.
"No." Derek sounded so firm about it that Stiles winced, still waiting for the rest of the sentence. "But this is my territory, my family's territory, my sister he killed, my friend he changed, my town he is terrorizing. I don't think there is any other way to end it but that one."
Stiles understood it, all of it. So he said, "Okay. I'll be there. When you become an Alpha, I'll be your Beta. We'll protect each other." He'd never been surer of himself in his life.
When Derek's hand reached for his in between them, Stiles intertwined their fingers and smiled a bit. Everything could be going to shit, and it would be okay. He had Derek by his side.
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"Come one Stiles, I was a jerk, I know I was okay? It was Allison, it was lacrosse, it was Jackson even but it wasn't you man. Please talk to me!"
Stiles was having a hard time ignoring the pounding on his front door. Apparently so was his dad.
"Kid, either you talk to him or I'm going to let him in to talk to you. You two are best friends. Is there really no way to fix it?" his dad's eyes were annoyed even if his tone was pleading. Scott had been at it for half an hour now and Stiles was sure he'd give up sooner or later. It still didn't stop his head from pounding along with Scott's fist on the door.
"Dad, he broke my trust, broke the bro-code, and frankly, he broke my heart. We may never be fixed again." He was exaggerating, he knew it, his dad knew it, Scott probably even knew it but then again, it was the boys fault.
"Stiles, you guys bonded over the destruction of a kindergarten sand castle. You've forgiven each other every step of the way; remember when you accidentally broke his arm? Or when you scratched up his mom's car and blamed it on him? Or when you stole his phone to take pictures and broke it knowing Mellissa couldn't afford a new one? I think all you two need is to talk it out, whatever it is, and it can't be that bad." When the Sheriff walked away from Stiles' door, Stiles knew exactly what his dad was about to do.
"No! Dad don't you dare open that door! Dad I'm serious! Dad!" but it was too late. He heard the front door open and Scott throw the Sheriff a careless greeting before footsteps thundered up the stairs. Stiles scrambled to close his door before Scott got to it, locking it securely just as the pounding started again closer this time.
"Stiles, I'm sorry. For everything! Throwing Derek under the bus, trying to push him away from you, ignoring you, kissing Lydia, screaming at you I'm sorry! Come on dude, please? Let me talk to you, hear me out! I mean, I know I didn't really go about it the right way but I'm sort of jealous of you man! You're a freakin' Were-"
The door opened suddenly, slamming into Scott's nose as the boy reeled back, only to be pulled forward hard by Stiles' strength. Scott came stumbling in blindly, almost ending up on the floor if Stiles hadn't caught him.
"Don't say that stuff out loud Scott! You think my dad can't hear you?" Stiles growled into Scott's face, taking a slight bit of satisfaction when fear tinged both Scott's scent and face.
"I'm sorry, I just- I need to say these things Stiles. I've been a shitty friend, I know that. A werewolf hunter girlfriend-"
"Ex-girlfriend." Stiles cut in, only to be ignored completely as Scott barreled on.
"Should not come between me and my werewolf best friend. Stiles man, she was the first girl I ever felt this way about. I mean, you always had Lydia but Allison was the only one for me, it was sudden and it was everything and-"
"And you Kissed Lydia, Scott. Capital K. You want me to go and make out with Allison? You want me to be that friend? You want to feel what it's like?" Stiles was angry, pissed beyond words that Scott would come all the way here just to remind him of everything, all of it. Worst of all, he expecting a simple 'sorry' to be enough for every mistake. Well it wasn't.
Scott cowered back like he had been hit and the sight of him actually thrilled Stiles in a twisted way.
"You left me on the night of my first full moon completely by myself when I asked you for your help Scott. Instead of me, you chose Allison. You've chosen Allison almost every step of the way and even when I was the only thing left, even if I was the only one who still stood there by your side like an idiot, you go behind my back and kiss the only girl I had ever felt anything for? And you're sorry? All you can say to me, is SORRY?" Stiles was shaking with his rage, his eyes flashing and his fangs dropping down like anchors.
Scott looked terrified. He looked like he was going to pass out any second and Stiles couldn't bring himself to feel bad. Not now, not after that.
"Stiles, I just wanted to be better…" Scott replied in a small, trembling voice.
"Better than what Scott? Better than me? Well you always were. Even since preschool, I could never measure up and you even had Asthma! I was always just the one along for the ride man."
"Not better than you!" Scott stood up a little straighter, looking Stiles in the eye even as they flashed the tell-tale golden yellow. "You were the only one who didn't judge me, the only one who sat with me at lunch, you were there when my dad walked out, you were the best there ever was, I could never even strive to be better than you Stiles." Suddenly his voice fell away and his twisted his hands, paying with his fingers.
Stiles stood back, eyes narrowed and arms crossed over his chest. Scott needed to explain. Before Stiles forgave everything and accepted his best friend back, Scott needed to explain why.
"You always had such an easy time making friends. Your father loves you, and your mother loved you too, but my dad walked out and left us. You became a freakin' werewolf Stiles. A werewolf, a legendary creature, you're practically an urban myth. You've always been awesome; I've just been trying to catch up. I'm sorry for what I did. I really am, you're my only honest friend. I got caught up in first line, in having the girl, being popular…I worked so hard to get better but I still needed your help to meet the girl of my dreams." Scott looked like a kicked puppy and finally, Stiles started to feel the sting of guilt for it.
"Scott." Stiles breathed out the name like a sigh of frustration. Yeah, Scott was a dick, but he was Stiles' best friend. Unfortunately. "Man, you aren't going to get any more second chances…"
Scott's head popped up at his words, the implication of what they meant catching on quickly to the normally slow boy. "Does that mean you-"
"Yeah. For now yeah. Besides I got something to tell you about Lydia."
Scott's brows furrow but he nods. Then he smiles and rushes to throw his arms around Stiles. Squeezing Stiles' lean form once before letting go. "No more ditching you, no more betraying. I promise."