A/N: Thanks for reading guys, I'm not so sure about this chapter, I had a bit of writers block and had to try and get it done despite that. The next chapter should be good though. I have a favour to ask you but I'll wait until the end of the chappie, enjoy guys! xx

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By the eight day mark Stiles was mildly agitated, if mildly was a synonym for substantially. He just wanted Derek to break already so that they could get back to being normal. Well, normal-ish.

Derek was still trying to find a new place and much to Stiles’ annoyance that meant being all friendly with the girl at the real estate agent. He managed to find enough energy for a pout every time Derek spoke about his house hunting. Not only did Derek find it hilarious but Stiles’ possessiveness and jealousy made him want to show him exactly why he had no need for it but he was far too proud to break first.

The problem with a bet like this was that both of them were as stubborn as each other.

Stiles lay on his couch, his legs draped over Derek who was reading a book he had found lying around. He had his laptop resting on his stomach and shuffled his weight around every few minutes to get comfortable. Every time he wriggled about Derek sighed before going back to reading.

On about the sixth time he slammed the book into his knees. “Stiles! Do you ever just sit still? If you can’t get comfortable go and do it somewhere else.” He huffed and Stiles shut the laptop.

“Calm down! What got into you?” He put the laptop on the floor and smiled over at Derek who just gave him a dark scowl before slowly going back to his reading.

Stiles was watching his eyes move from side to side and Derek could feel his stare burning into him.

“What are you doing?” He said, not looking up.

“Nothing why?”

“You’re staring at me.”

“How can you tell?”

“Stop it Stiles.” He never looked up from the pages and Stiles rolled his eyes.

“Fine.” He looked around the room, he was bored.

He sighed a little before a smiled crept onto his face. He inched himself a little to the left. He waited a few seconds before inching back to the right. He saw Derek clench his jaw and when he started to stretch himself out Derek threw his legs off of him and stood up.

“Seriously Stiles! Why do you have to be a constant annoyance?” He stared down at him and growled a little.

Stiles grinned and grabbed him by the arm to pull him down to the couch. Derek immediately crouched over him, his hips straddling Stiles’ waist. He reached down to grab the hem of his shirt and pull it over his head. As he tossed it to the ground he raised an eyebrow at Stiles whose eyes had dropped for a second to admire Derek’s naked torso.

“I know what you’re doing.” He said.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about.” Stiles grinned.

“Uh huh.” Derek leant in close, his hot breath fanning over Stiles’ cheeks.

Stiles closed his eyes, his lips parted in anticipation of the kiss but instead Derek pressed his lips against his nose. He laughed as Stiles screwed up his face and opened his eyes.

Derek balled up Stiles’ shirt in his hands and the tip of his nose was almost touching Stiles’. “Stop fidgeting.” He said firmly before climbing up and walking out into the kitchen.

Damn, Stiles thought, one of these days he just has to give in. If Derek’s willpower against his trigger was anything to go by then the two of them could be at this for a long time.

He grabbed his laptop and started browsing the internet again, lounging across the length of the couch. When Derek walked back in he held an apple in his hand with a large bite taken out of it. He sat on the floor in front of the couch and picked up his book in one hand to start reading again.

Stiles looked down at Derek with a smile, his fingers reaching out to run through his hair. Derek leant his head into Stiles’ hand and closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling.

Stiles was so close to making a comment about getting scratched behind the ears but he didn’t want to ruin the moment. His fingertips trailed down the back of Derek’s head and gently down his neck until his skin was licked with goose bumps.

“You going to come and sit up here?” Stiles said.

“Are you going to stop fidgeting?” Derek asked.

“Probably not.” Derek sighed but stood up and pushed Stiles’ legs aside to sit up on the couch. “Much better.”

“Shut up Stiles.”

Tap, tap, tap. Isaac looked up out of the corner of his eye. Tap, tap, tap, tap. His face betrayed his curious amusement as he tilted his head further towards the source of the sound. Tap, tap, tap.

“Scott…” He said slowly.

“Hmm?” Scott looked up at him with his doe eyes shining.

“What are you doing?”

“What? Nothing.” Scott looked away but Isaac kept his eyes trained on him.

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap.

“Scott.” Isaac said again and Scott just looked over. “You sure you’re alright?” He smiled a little and Scott looked away.

The veiled smile on his lopsided jaw making his dimples reveal themselves. “Yeah I guess I’m just thinking.”

“I can see how that would have you a little restless.” Isaac grinned and Scott gave him a punch in the arm.

The two of them were sitting on the bleacher stands at the lacrosse pitch waiting for some of the guys from the team to show up for some off season practice. It’s not like any of them really needed to, and they aren’t really going to get unfit in the few months of summer break but it was just something fun to do.

Boyd and Stiles weren’t coming. Stiles was spending some quality time with Derek and Boyd was… well, nobody knew much about what Boyd was doing but he just decided not to come along.

“About Allison.” Scott shook his head and Isaac gave a slow nod before turning away. “I just don’t know whether I should keep trying to talk to her or let her have her space, you know?”

“I think that you need to stop thinking about it. Clearly it’s not good for you.” He smiled and Scott just shook his head. “Seriously though, just stop thinking about it. I’m not saying move on, I’m just saying try not to worry about it. Wait for her to come to you.”

“But what if she doesn’t?”

“Scott, she will, sooner or later she will. You know that.” He nodded a little and Isaac heard Jackson’s pristine car pull up. “Come on.” He grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him up.

They walked out onto the middle of the field and Jackson started walking towards them with Danny by his side.

“Please don’t tell me it’s just you two.” Jackson said and the two boys just rolled their eyes at one another.

“Do you ever stop complaining?” Isaac asked.

“Not when I’m around the two of you.” He said.

“He’s just cranky because Lydia won't let him out tonight.” Danny laughed.

“What? Don’t tell me she’s got you on a leash Jackson.” Isaac said and Scott howled with laughter.

“She’s definitely got her hands held tightly onto something.” Danny said.

A few of the other guys showed up and they got into small teams to play. Naturally, the three supernaturals went harder at one another than they did at the others. They could heal from injury and endure a whole lot more, not like a human body.

Jackson went especially hard for Scott and Isaac not because it was all just a game within a game but because he wanted to prove a point. He wanted them to see that he was just as powerful, if not more. The problem with that was that Isaac and Scott played as a team, both of them against Jackson.

Danny yelled to start from goals and Scott rammed Jackson into the ground as Isaac scooped up the ball and passed off to Mitch on the wing. Jackson got up and shoved Scott back, only to get one back from Isaac.

The two of them grinned at one another through their masks, their yellow eyes glowing like the first time they met on the field. Jackson could see what they were doing and he hated it. It gave him some arrogance to think that it took two of them to play on just him but mostly it pissed him off.

They kept at it, niggling slowly and only slightly until one centre grab Isaac looked up with enough time to see Jackson’s glowing blue eyes before he was drilled straight into the ground. His head whipped back and crashed sharply into the ground causing him to get dizzy. The air in his lungs was forced out of his body as Jackson landed heavily on his chest.

Everything around him seemed to blur in and out of focus as someone wrenched Jackson off him.

When he took a breath in it was almost easier than it used to be, like someone had stopped crushing his chest and he didn’t just mean Jackson. Something was different, something had changed but he couldn’t quite figure out what.

“Isaac?” His eyes fluttered as he brought himself back.

Scott’s hand was squeezing his shoulder and a cloud of other faces were surrounding him.

“You know guys it’s not even pre-season, you don’t have to go so hard.” One of the guys said.

“I’m okay.” Isaac said as he accepted the hands of Danny and Scott to help him up.

“You should come out tonight, get a drink, I think you’ll need it after that bump. That was brutal man.” Danny looked at Jackson and grinned.

Jackson just shrugged.

“Where are you guys going?” Scott asked.

“Party, it’s going to be big so just bring a group. You know you can bring Lydia right?” he looked back at Jackson who shrugged again.

Scott looked over at Isaac who was still shaking off the bump on the head. “What do you think?”

“What else would we be doing?” He said, squinting.

“Tell Stilinski that he can come along too, the more the better.” Danny said. “Anyway, I think that’s enough for one day, I don’t want one of you three to break my neck when I’m good and ready to go out and have some fun.” He headed back over to the bleachers to get his gear while the rest of them did the same.

“Nice bump, you play dirty, but nice.” Isaac said to Jackson and Scott rolled his eyes.

“Don’t start complimenting him or you’re going to regret it.” He groaned.

Stiles had managed to stay still long enough for Derek’s liking as they lay on the couch. Derek had even resorted to stroking his leg as he read. As he did so he felt the jeans begin to vibrate under his hand and looked over at Stiles who was grinning awkwardly at him.

“It’s… just a text.” He said as he shifted his weight annoyingly to fish it out of the depths of his pockets.

Derek shook his head as he turned back to the paper pages, a small smile trying not to grace his lips.

Going out 2 a party 2night, you in? Derek can come if you want. – Scott

Stiles looked up at Derek after reading the text and tilted his head. He probably wouldn’t want to come but Stiles sort of wanted to go out with Scott and most probably Isaac as well. The more time he spent with Derek the closer friends Scott and Isaac became and he was not going with get muscled out of the role of butt-kicking super-sidekick by that skinny weirdo. Okay, so he really liked Isaac, he was a top notch guy, but that didn’t mean that he was going to get the title of ‘best bud’ to Scott.

Not on Stiles’ watch.

“Hey Derek?” Stiles said tentatively.

“Still not going to rub your shoulders Stiles.” Derek said without looking up.

“Not that, I was just going to say that there’s a party tonight.” He shrugged a little and looked over expectantly at Derek.

He looked over at Stiles with just his eyes. “What’s your point?”

“Well… I was … I thought… well-”

“Stiles.”

“You want to go?”

Derek just looked at him blankly before answering. “Why would I want to go to a party full of teenagers?”

Stiles felt a little defeated at how blunt Derek was and how fast he answered. “Geez that was quick, and you can’t say that when you made a pack of teenagers. You don’t even want to think about it?”

“I don’t really need to.” He said.

“Yeah, that was about what I expected but I thought you might try and soften the blow there.” Stiles sat up on the couch and tossed the laptop aside.

“You really don’t know me do you?”

Stiles sighed and Derek placed his book on the floor before reaching over to put his hand on Stiles’ thigh. He slipped his other arm around his shoulders and leant in close to his pouting face.

Stiles tried to keep himself from looking into Derek’s glowing eyes but he found it more difficult by the second. He screwed up his eyes and looked ever so slightly over at Derek.

He dipped his head down to lightly peck Stiles’ lips with his. He pulled him in a little closer, hearing his heartbeat rise the second he slipped his tongue part way into his mouth. Derek’s nose brushed against Stiles’ cheek before he pulled away.

“You go, I have some things to take care of.” He said.

Stiles knew that it was probably a lie and that all he had to do was finish that god damn book but he nodded anyway, knowing that it was stupid of him for even asking.

“Like what?” He said, trying to change the subject.

“Patience is a virtue Stiles.”

He snorted and Derek narrowed his eyes. “Says the big bad wolf.”

“Well you do look like you’re going for a ‘red riding hood’ thing here Stiles.” Derek gave a tug on the red hoodie that hung loosely off his skinny frame.

“Clever.” Stiles muttered before Derek laughed and kissed him.

“Your dad is back.”

Stiles strained his ears trying to hear the cruiser pulling up in the driveway and it took a good five seconds before he could even make out the faint hum.

“Your hearing is freaking crazy.” He said, looking down and realising that Derek was still shirtless. “Oh my god can you please put your shirt back on before he gets in here?”

Derek raised an eyebrow. “You don’t want him to get the wrong idea?”

“Exactly, so…” he gave him a shove in the chest but Derek didn’t budge.

“You realise that we’re not even doing what he’ll think we were doing?” Derek tried to lean in and kiss Stiles on the shoulder but he was pushed straight back, Stiles looking a little panicky. Derek laughed. “Have it your way.”

He moved so torturously slowly that Stiles actually stood up and tried to push him towards his shirt. Derek just laughed and picked it up, shaking his head. The sound of keys in the door made Stiles get all jumpy and weird and when his dad walked in he looked into the lounge room with a perplexed expression.

“Hey dad…” Stiles said with a half grin.

“Hi Sheriff.” Derek said from the couch, fully clothed and book back in hand.

“Hey boys… Derek, do you know what’s wrong with my son? He seems a little jumpy.” He pulled off his jacket and hung it up on the coat rack.

“He looks normal to me.” Derek said.

Stiles sighed and shook his head at Derek and the Sheriff laughed.

“I suppose you’re right. Are you staying for dinner Derek? It’ll probably just be pizza.” He pointed to the kitchen.

“Sure, thank you.”

“Since when do you stay over for dinner?” Stiles hissed.

“Since Isaac and Boyd and Erica and Peter are taking over my house.” He grumbled.

“Right.”

Derek stayed long enough for the Sheriff to order a couple of pizzas and weird out at offering Derek a drink. It was still strange to see his son dating a guy, let alone a guy almost six years older than him. Still, past possible indiscretions aside, Derek seemed like a decent guy.

Stiles was half way through his pizza when he got another text from Scott.

Come over, we’re leaving soon.

“Uh, dad, I’m going out tonight and probably won't be back until tomorrow, there’s this party…” He trailed off as he took another bite and Derek looked over at the Sheriff.

He nodded, “Okay, you can call me if you need anything.”

“Dad…”

“Alright, alright. Is Derek going with you?” he asked.

“No, it’s not really his scene.” Stiles said as he wiped his mouth and got up from the table. “Scott wants me to come over now; I think they’re leaving soon.”

He grabbed his phone off the table and put it in his pocket as he looked around for his wallet.

“Sure Stiles, just don’t do anything stupid, okay?” the Sheriff said with a warning look.

“You know, the two of you should hang out more often.” Stiles pointed to Derek and his dad. “Do you want a ride back?”

Derek shook his head, “No, I’ll take off when you leave.”

“I’m leaving now.” He said.

“Well then I’ll help your dad clean up before I leave.” He said through gritted teeth.

“Is everything okay?” the Sheriff seemed a little uncomfortable but didn’t get up to leave.

“He’s just… frustrating.” Stiles groaned before throwing his hands up. “I’m just going to go, so you guys enjoy your night or whatever.” He really did hope that Derek was leaving soon because the last thing he needed was Derek and his dad becoming buddies of some sort.

That would just be weird.

“Have fun, and stay safe!” the Sheriff called after him as he waved from the door. “Honestly I don’t know how you manage to keep up with him.”

Derek chuckled a little. “Did you need a hand with anything?”

“Oh no, I’m fine, it’s just a few boxes anyway.” The Sheriff stretched out in his chair and rubbed his eyes.

After a few moments of silence Derek turned to face him square on. “Sheriff, I was wondering if I could ask you something.”

He looked confused but shrugged in response. “Sure, what’s going on?”

Stiles –

“Is he seriously still getting ready, aren’t you werewolves supposed to be super-fast or something?” I said as we waited for Scott to put on some clothes.

Seriously, I didn’t even change, I just spritzed myself with the aftershave I keep in the car and left.

“He’s… yeah, I don’t really have an answer for you.” Isaac said before Scott walked down the stairs.

“I can hear you guys from up there and I had to change my shoes, the other ones had a pretty big hole in the side.” I rolled my eyes.

“Alright, come one then. If I have to drive your little werewolf butts everywhere then you need to be on time.” Scott laughed even though I was mostly serious. “Where is this place anyway?”

“Someplace in the north of town, I think it’s one of Danny’s friends’ houses.” Isaac pulled a face like he had confused himself, which wouldn’t surprise me.

“Just so long as you can get us there in one piece and before tomorrow, that would be good.” I said as we headed out.

“Shotgun!” Scott called and raced to the jeep.

“Okay, seriously, stop doing that!” Isaac yelled and I shook my head at the two of them before we squeezed into the tiny jeep and headed off.

“So why exactly are we here?” I asked as we headed up to the house at the end of a long driveway.

There was a loud beat pumping from somewhere inside and people were laughing and talking outside.

“We never do anything and Danny invited us so… why not?” Scott said as we walked around the side of the house and through the groups of people.

“I think I see Jackson and Lydia.” Isaac pushed past a couple who were making out copiously.

Actually I don’t know if it was making out or whether he was trying to eat her, face first. Lydia looked awesome as usual; I think I recognise that skirt from when she dragged me out shopping. Damn it! Why is that the first thing I notice now?

“I guess you were allowed out then?” Scott teased and Jackson turned away, ignoring him.

“What you drinking Lydia?” I asked and she looked down into the cup.

“I don’t even think I can grace it with a name of its own.” She pulled a face but took a sip anyway.

“Stiles!” I spun around to see Erica walking towards me with two cups in her hands.

She handed me one and I took it reluctantly. “I didn’t know you were going to be here, I would have stayed home.”

She growled a little but went straight back to smiling before she took a sip of her drink. I did the same and almost spat it back out. What the hell is that? Oh my god…

“Did you just give me a cup of gasoline or something?” I made a vomiting sound and Lydia nodded over to me.

“I think you hit the nail on the head there.” She muttered.

Danny came over to say hi and steal Jackson away for a while, much to Lydia’s annoyance but she managed to find something to talk about with Erica. Boyd was hanging out with some random guy; he must know him from somewhere. Is the entire pack here apart from Derek? Derek who still refused to budge on this bet.

I regret making the damn thing now, why do I have to talk in my sleep?

I was with Isaac and Scott for a while, standing around and laughing, talking to some of the people here, they’re from another high school mostly but I could see plenty from Beacon Hills High.

The gasoline-like substance that we’ve been drinking has definitely gotten to my head, I feel a little tipsy. I left the two guys to go and grab myself another drink from the large constantly changing punchbowl in the kitchen. Seriously, I think people just keep pouring various bottles of alcohol and god knows what else.

That was probably the first sign I should have taken to stop drinking it but I’m not really in the right headspace to refuse it right now.

As I filled up the cup for a fourth time tonight I felt someone stand beside me.

“Do you mind pouring me another cup?” I turned to look down at the girl who was smiling up at me.

“Yeah sure… whoa…” I did a double take when I saw her eyes, one was green and one was blue in a pretty obvious way. “Your eyes are so cool, are they contacts?”

She giggled a little and flicked back her long brunette hair. “Nope, I just have awesome eyes, it kind of runs in my family.”

“Well that is super, insanely cool.” I said as I took the cup from her and filled it up.

“I’m Karissa by the way.” She said.

“Stiles.” I said with a smile and a large gulp of my drink.

Huh, it’s a little sweeter than last time. It’s not too bad. She must be thinking the same because she took a sip and looked down at the drink with a content look on her face.

We started talking a bit about school and what we’re going to do over the summer break. She seems like a nice girl, a beautiful charming girl. I didn’t really want to stop talking to her actually, it was weird. At least I could try and use this as a way to make Derek jealous. Maybe he would finally know how it feels.

I felt some kind of stirring in my stomach that kept me interested, not wanting her to go back to her friends. I was transfixed by her eyes, they were just so strange. I hardly even noticed the fact that she asked me to dance, before I knew it I was on the dance floor, completely and utterly intoxicated.

Isaac –

Scott and I were standing around, pretending to dance but not really doing much. Neither of us really know how to dance, actually we kind of suck at it. Stiles had been gone for a while and I had no idea where he was. I didn’t really mind, he was probably enjoying himself.

Erica and Boyd came walking over, Erica with a very amused expression on her face.

“This has got to be trouble.” I said to Scott who grinned up at me with those big brown eyes.

“Have either of you seen Stiles lately?” Erica said.

“No, he went to get a drink didn’t he?” I looked over to Scott who nodded.

“Yeah he went into the kitchen.”

“Well you’ll never guess where he is now.” She grinned and we looked at one another, then at Boyd who nodded his head in the direction of the newly established dance floor.

Standing at its edge was Stiles, his body pressed up against a skinny brunette who was staring up into his eyes. That’s not right. What is he doing?

“Has he completely forgotten about Derek?” I said.

“That’s not like Stiles; he wouldn’t do something like that.” Scott said.

“Well I think he better sort himself out soon.” Erica said.

“What? Why?” I asked.

Erica was staring off into the doorway to the room and I followed her gaze until I felt my stomach drop. Derek was standing there with a very dark glare on his face.

“Guys…” Boyd said.

The rest of us stared at Derek who is probably going to rip out the throats of everyone in this room. What is he even doing here?

“Stiles wouldn’t do something like this, there has to be something else going on.” Scott insisted.

“Uh, guys…” Boyd said again.

“Does it matter if it’s out of character? I don’t think it matters to Derek right about now.” Erica said.

“Hey!” We all spun around to look at Boyd who was pointing to Stiles and the girl.

Her lips were on their way up and Stiles was frozen, he wasn’t moving away or trying to stop it and Derek was striding over there pretty furiously.

Yeah, Stiles is a dead man.

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Derek was irate. He was livid. What in the hell was Stiles doing?

He walked over to the pair and interrupted them as they were just getting cosy. The girl pulled back to stare at Derek but Stiles didn’t move for a moment.

“Um, can we help you?” She said.

Stiles shook his head and when he turned around he blinked a few times before his eyes opened wide. He looked around and then over at the girl with a look of almost horror.

“Stiles, what are you doing?” Derek said, a calm façade hiding the rage that was basically boiling him from the inside out.

“Hold on a minute, who are you?” The girl said, more confidence than she probably should have had.

“I’m with him.” He said flatly before turning to Stiles. “Get outside, now.” He said through gritted teeth.

Karissa looked from Stiles to Derek but when Stiles looked away from her to leave she rolled her eyes before leaning against the table. She didn’t argue anymore and Derek could have killed her with his gaze before following Stiles out.

They passed the gawking faces of the other pack members. Scott mouthed a ‘what are you doing’ to Stiles who shrugged, seriously unsure as to what exactly had just happened. The two of them walked outside and when Stiles turned around to talk to Derek he found himself being slammed into the closest car, painfully.

“Ouch! Derek-”

“Shut up, shut up Stiles. Don’t say anything, just go and get into the car.” Derek growled, his eyes glowing bright red.

“I drove my jeep here, I can't leave it.” Derek’s face had contorted into a wolf mask and he shoved Stiles harder into the car.

“So give the keys to Scott.” He said in a gruff voice that actually scared Stiles a little. “You have one minute.”

He let him fall to the ground and went to stand by his Camaro as Stile stood up and ran back inside.

“Oh shit, oh shit, ohh shit.” He mumbled.

What the fuck happened? He couldn’t even remember. The last thing he could remember was talking to Karissa about her eyes and then nothing until Derek interrupted. What had he seen? What had he done?

“Oh shit.”

He headed inside and found Scott who was freaking out a little.

“What the hell were you thinking?!” He hissed.

“I don’t know, I, I don’t know what happened. I need you to take my keys, Derek is outside and he is seriously pissed.”

“I’m not surprised!” He said.

“You’re not driving, let Isaac do it.” Stiles said as he ran out of the house to get to Derek’s car.

He saw him sitting silently in the driver’s seat, looking more menacing than if he had been yelling. Stiles got into the passenger seat and gulped.

“Derek…” He said softly.

“You don’t say anything. Nothing. Just shut up.” Derek said as he started the car and began to drive erratically away.

If the car ride didn’t kill him, surely Derek would when they got back. He was mad, sweating and almost shifting mad, and Stiles was starting to think that going out to a party and talking to a girl to get him jealous had been the worst plan ever.

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A/N: Alright guys so I need your input, Please give me your feedback so I can take it into account while writing the rest! Some of the following things may happen, some may not, or maybe they all will or maybe they all wont! It depends on the kind of things you guys say. The most helpful comment will win a dedication so please answer one or more of these if you like the story and want to keep reading!

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1. Danny found out about the werewolves?

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3. Stiles became a werewolf?

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