Disclaimer: This portrayal of Teen Wolf characters is mostly protected under the Fair Use Act, plus, I'm not making any money off of this story.
(Edited: 2/16/2013)
Last time:
We spent a good part of the night cross checking different articles with Scott picking out the bits that didn't quite fit while I found their matching counterarguments. Around 12, my dad came home and suggested Scott either remove himself from the premises or call his mother to ask if he could stay over since it was already so late. Almost needless to say, Scott called his mum and she firmly told him he should have come home earlier. …However, since he was already here, she'd feel safer if he just stayed put rather than wander the streets in the dark of night on his lonesome. Especially since she didn't want to have to drive over and pick him up.
After all, she had the car right then.
My alarm clock was blaring almost before I knew I'd fallen asleep. Scott and I lay sprawled over and around my bed with papers scattered uselessly across the bed sheets, his fingers curled around my wrist and a piece of paper glued by drool to his chin. I jerked my arm out of his reach, still remembering how the other had gotten bruised.
Just a second after that, Scott jumped up, the paper comically slapping him in the face with each movement- at least until he tore it off and crouched down to the floor with his face in his hands.
"…Scott?" I approached him cautiously, letting one hand rest on his shoulder. His entire body participated in a shudder of relief, and I absently noted he'd somehow become more toned since the bite. …Maybe he should put a shirt on before my dad saw the difference.
I need Adderall.
"Wow," Scott gasped with an odd shake of his head like a dog expelling water, "That was trippy."
"What happened?" Actually, come to think of it, didn't he have his shirt on when I fell asleep?
"Bad dream," He breathed out, the air coming more easily as he stood and I allowed my hand to drop to the side, "I'm fine, now."
Spreading my arms magnanimously, I grinned with all the showmanship I could muster, "You're welcome!" Come to think of it, I had a shirt on when I fell asleep!
A strange gleam came into Scott's eye for a moment, but he shook his head and it was gone. Surprisingly, he took my open arms as invitation and moved in for a short hug, "Yeah, thanks dude." Releasing me with a clap on the back, he wandered over to his discarded shirt hanging on my office chair, and then paused with it in his hand. Turning, he quirked a brow at me, "Didn't you have your shirt on when you fell asleep?"
"I know!" I groaned, dragging fingers down my cheeks in exasperation,
"I've been wondering about that all morning!"
"Well I know you were asleep before I was," He mused, folding his shirt. Out of the blue, he barked out a laugh, "and I definitely didn't do it."
I eyed him speculatively; this'll be sure to get a rise. "I'm sure."
"What does that mean?" Scott muttered; his smile dropped as he did the same into my chair. I made a show of shrugging as I too-coolly-to-be-coolly browsed the shirts in my closet. "Stiles, what do you mean?"
I looked at him smugly over my shoulder, one hand still on a hanger, "What do you think I mean?" However I wasn't looking at him across the room anymore because he was looming over me in a way that just was not right for someone around the same height as me. "Scott, what are you doing?" No, my voice did not break… Much. I may have twittered out one or two nervous laughs. He didn't answer, instead placing a hand on the wall above my head so he could lean in further, blotting out the weak light of my second hand lamp.
It's a pretty cool lamp, I decorated it with- no! Focus, Stiles!
"It isn't fair," He finally whispered with an edge of frost.
"Dude, a little space?" I backed a little into the wall, but Scott just followed, "What isn't fair?" I could feel the burning heat of his rage-filled body in what little space was between us. If I could just get a hold of his arm…
"That I have to get creative with my revenge, since I can't just tackle you if I want to stay mad," Scott snickered, snapping his teeth together on the air right next to my ear. The next second he exclaimed, "Oh my god, your face!" and laughed helplessly as I leaned against the wall, attempting to process what just happened.
"You jerk," I accused, fighting the grin that was pulling at my lips.
"No, you jerk," Scott shot back, still laughing, "Who's the one who accused whom of molesting them in their sleep?"
"I never said that." I let the grin free, pushing him a little away from me and he glanced up with cheeks flushed from laughter, "Guilty conscience, much?"
"You know you want it," Scott joked, "I'm the star of the lacrosse team!"
I tossed a blue shirt at him from the closet, delivering in a monotone, "Oh yes, take me now, you manly stud, you." Scott's face turned bright red as he struggled to breathe through his laughter.
"You better not be talking about what I think you're talking about," an older male voice put in from the doorway. I whirled around only to see my dad leaning on the door with a cross between a smirk and a grimace battling across his visage.
Scott's laughter died and his blush blossomed all the way across his ears as he registered exactly what had been said. I opened my mouth to protest, but Scott's words stumbled right over mine, "I- No- I would never- I mean, not that Stiles isn't attractive- I mean, not to me, but to- even if he was- to me- I wouldn't take advantage of him like- You know- I couldn't ever-" The Sheriff stood solidly in the door, but his eyes were merry and his posture light and unburdened as Scott rambled on. He was having us on.
I couldn't help the snickering, no matter how cruel it may seem, "Just stop, Scott. He's pulling your leg, dude." Scott twitched, and I threw my arm around his shoulders, almost instantly seeing his fists relax. "You're real funny, Dad, but you can't break apart our friendship with your foul schemes!" Not my best line, but I needed cover. Badly. Apparently Scott had no more patience for others' jokes at his expense any more.
He shook his head and turned to leave the room, "Don't be late to school."
"Got it!" I called, closing the door as soon as he was clear. Shuffling around, I pulled out a black tee and held it against myself for review, "Do you think your cousin would like this?"
I had actually had to leap on Scott once before the day was up. School before the full moon was apparently more taxing than usual, since Scott was flashing yellow at anything that so much as looked at him the wrong way.
Suspicions confirmed- he's a werewolf.
And what am I?
Not to be self-centered or anything, but my skill seemed considerably less cool than being a werewolf, and I spent the day sort of down about it. Especially since the stupid thing didn't even work on anyone else.
"Maybe it only works on animals," I grumbled.
Scott let one eyebrow rise above the other, but dropped the issue. "Have you and Rose decided on a time, yet?"
"She told me she'd meet me there at eight, hung up, and now she's not answering my calls," I admitted, "I think she doesn't like me."
"Rose likes everyone," Scott snorted, closing his locker with a clang.
Honestly. A clang. His locker echoed and reechoed in the hallway without any of the bustling crowd seeming the wiser.
Teenagers.
"No, see," Our feet matched pace as we pushed through to the exit, "she sounded like she was crying whenever she spoke to me."
"Crying?" Scott frowned, "Maybe her allergies are acting-"
"Scott!" A tranquil brunette inserted herself into our crowd-free bubble. She smiled at me around Scott and held out a hand, "And you must be Stiles! I'm Allison."
"It's nice to meet the girl I've heard so much about," I took her hand and, instead of shaking it like she expected, used it to reel her in so I could continue with an even graver face (it looks better up close), "So much."
"Uh-" She looked at Scott for guidance, but he was a little busy glaring daggers at me to notice her predicament.
"Dude!" He hissed, "Not cool!"
"Oh, calm down," I snickered, holding up my bare hand to be admired for its awesome powers while coincidentally releasing Allison.
Scott was not impressed. "I don't think I like you right now."
I struck my most seductive pose, "You know you love me."
Allison laughed, "Oh, hot." I mimed licking my finger and placing it on my hip with a hissing sound.
"You know it's only his nerdiness that keeps all the girls from noticing me," I informed her, linking arms with the girl and walking away from Scott, "I'm a nerd by association."
"Scott's a nerd?" Allison giggled, sending flirty looks back at Scott as he followed us to the street. Scott eventually caught up and the three of us chatted until a car pulled up and Allison ran off, explaining that it was her dad and teasing that she expected Scott no later than 7:30 PM.
She dropped a kiss on his cheek before she left and his eyes glowed steadily yellow for a good five minutes. He didn't come down from cloud nine for another twenty. At six, we went our separate ways to prepare for the dance.
I went through the usual- shower, cologne, nice clothes, handcuffs, brush the hair for the first time in a week… What? I don't have time usually- oh yeah, the handcuffs. Just in case, you know, calming powers don't work on full out wolf-y men. So Scott doesn't kill the mood. Or something else.
It took me a few seconds to get my slightly hysterical laughter under control.