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Step by Step, We'll Get There	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: S through Z > Teen Wolf Views: 4674 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Author's note: I actually managed to finish this one last night - a miracle!
Warnings: hm, a scheming Erica I suppose
I hope you'll like it!
Chapter 5
Stiles still had yet to understand the whole situation between Erica, Boyd, Isaac and Derek. While the same age as Stiles, the three had been hanging out with Derek since they were thirteen and either they had stayed in contact with the older man during his absence or they didn't hold it against him for disappearing for three years and had resumed their friendship just like that.
Whichever it was, the three of them had hung out with Derek so often in the past that a lot of people had started to consider them as a pack of their own. With none of them being an Alpha, forming an actual one was not possible of course, but the fact remained that the four of them seemed to create a pack of their own. Some people were speculating that Isaac, Erica and Boyd would become part of the Hale pack soon.
In spite of their friendship with Derek, Stiles had never spoken much with them before. They formed their own group and Stiles had Scott; both little groups didn't interact with each other.
Until today apparently.
The entire lunch period was spent with Erica and Isaac discussing other games they could play in the park and what kind of lunch to pack and who would bring which snacks, with Scott, Kira and Stiles occasionally chipping in. Boyd was his usual silent self while Theo seemed to be brooding, giving terse replies whenever someone asked him something.
Stiles honestly had no idea what to think of the sudden additions to their table. Why were those three suddenly so adamant about meeting up in a park with them? They had never interacted much with each other before, so what had changed?
He had to admit that a part of him was relieved, even happy with their intrusion, though. They – well, mainly Erica – had managed to completely derail Theo's plans for what Stiles assumed was supposed to have been their first 'date'. He realised he wouldn't get a lucky break like this every time, but he was going to jump on this chance when it was presented to him – even if he was slightly weirded out by the unexpected presence of the three others.
But hey, he wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth!
The bell ringing shrilly announced the end of the lunch period and at once the cafeteria was filled with the loud noise of chairs scraping backwards and trays being discarded into the appropriate carts.
"Stiles, I was thinking," Theo started, but Erica's hand snagging Stiles backwards had him abruptly shutting up and narrowing his eyes.
"Sorry, Theo – your name is Theo, right?" she smiled, linking her arm with Stiles' and pressing up closely against his shoulder. "But I'm going to have to borrow Stiles for just a little bit longer. I still need to give him his mathematics notes back and they're at my locker. It was nice talking to you!" She waved at him cheerfully and dragged Stiles away with a surprising amount of strength, ignoring his spluttering.
"I'm going ahead, Stiles," Scott called out, his arm resting around Kira's shoulders, and Stiles rolled his eyes, knowing that his best friend was going to use this time to make out with his girlfriend – even if they were supposed to be in class in ten minutes.
Whatever, if Scott wasn't going to save him from Erica's claws, he wasn't about to hash out an excuse to the teacher if his buddy ended up being late again.
"I never gave you any notes," Stiles told Erica flatly, aware of Boyd and Isaac following closely behind them.
She slowed down a bit and gave him an unimpressed look, jerking her head towards the doors which were falling shut behind them. "You want to go back to your lovely Alpha there? Be my guest." Her smile this time was razor sharp and her nails dug into his arm just a little bit firmer.
"He's not my Alpha," he muttered, looking away. "Still want to know why you're dragging me away, though."
Should he become concerned? Had he somehow pissed them off – even though he wouldn't know how he could have possibly done that, seeing as again, they had never really interacted before – and were they going to extract some revenge now? Shit, maybe he should have stayed behind with Theo after all.
Surprisingly Erica didn't speak until they reached her locker; some students were straggling at the other end of the hallway, but for the most part the corridor was empty. She released him, but given her position and that of the other two boys, Stiles was basically stuck against the lockers with no way out.
Yeah, this definitely wasn't giving him any flashbacks of Jackson shoving him inside a locker several times when they had been thirteen years old – that year Jackson had particular excelled at being a douche.
"Relax, okay?" she huffed, opening her locker and rummaging through it. "You look like we're about to kill you and hide your corpse somewhere. We're just going to talk, geez."
"You have to admit that this whole thing," Stiles gestured between them four wildly, "isn't exactly normal. Excuse me for being weirded out right now! Since when do we talk?!"
"Since apparently you've caught Derek's eye," Isaac murmured; throwing a wary glance at the three girls who were loudly discussing a date one of them had had this weekend. "And if you're going to be part of the pack someday, we might as well start talking now, hm?"
Stiles choked. "Part of the pack? Who told you that?" he squeaked, his heartbeat quickening, and his stomach suddenly twisting upside down. He'd thought he and Derek had been discreet during their last conversation! There was no way anyone else could have known what they had been discussing – unless Derek had opened his mouth? Why would he do that, though? He knew they couldn't risk anyone knowing what Stiles was planning to do after six months. They'd accuse him of not treating Theo fairly and this whole bullshit would start all over again!
What the fuck had Derek been thinking?!
"Calm down," Boyd said quietly, crossing his arms. "Derek didn't tell us if that's what you're worried about."
"Then why the hell are you assuming - "
"We could smell you on him after the Run," Isaac interrupted him, grimacing. He rubbed the back of his neck and sighed. "He didn't want to talk to us, said it was between you and him. We figured we'd talk to him later, but then Peter let it slip that you stopped by last week and we got curious when Derek seemed happier all of a sudden." He shrugged before smirking and adding, "Well, as happy as he can look at least. He was less broody so that was our answer."
"We kept pestering him until he told us why you're not with him now," Erica continued, looking completely unapologetic that she had basically bullied her friend into confessing. "We considered getting rid of Theo at first, but that's bound to get messy and it's not like either of us have an in with the police." She winked, pulling a small, dark blue bag out of her locker.
Stiles wished he could be certain that she was joking, but her heartbeat was rather steady and there was a dangerous glint in her eyes. Christ, what kind of people did Derek hang out with?
"So, we figured – "
"She mostly decided," Boyd said dryly.
"- that we would help you out whenever possible," she continued serenely, ignoring her boyfriend's interruption. "I guess you still have to go on some dates with Raeken," she grimaced, wrinkling her nose, "but we can still crash some of those!"
"You're going to get in trouble if he suspects something," Stiles warned her, eyeing the bag warily.
Flippantly she waved her hand and snorted. "There's no rule that says that you can't meet up with friends." She raised an eyebrow and said mischievously, "And who doesn't want to get to know their future mate's friends?"
"I'm pretty sure it's going to go wrong at some point," Stiles sighed, running a hand through his hair, "but whatever. I appreciate it, I guess. What's in the bag?"
The wide grin on her face, the amused glint in Boyd's eyes and the smirk lingering around Isaac's lips had him instantly suspicious. Nothing good could come out of those looks.
"Consider this an early 'Welcome to the pack' sort of gift," she chirped, holding out the bag, waving it back and forth insistently when Stiles didn't take it immediately.
Still incredibly wary of whatever could cause those reactions, he refused to look inside the bag and frowned. "What's in it?" he repeated. The bag was incredibly light and he was starting to wonder whether this wasn't some sort of prank with the bag being completely empty.
"Derek's shirt," she smiled impishly and his mouth dropped open in shock. "He wore it the entire day and night, especially for you! We thought you might appreciate the scent of your future mate." She swiftly leant forwards and pecked his cheek. "If you want to return the favour, I'm sure Derek wouldn't mind," she purred in his ear before pulling away and slamming her locker shut. "We'll see you later, Stiles!"
She basically skipped away, Boyd walking calmly next to her while Isaac meandered behind them, his hands stuck in his pockets.
Looking for all the world like they hadn't just given Stiles a shirt of their packmate. A shirt which was apparently soaked in Derek's scent.
And Stiles was holding it. Right now. They had given him one of Derek's shirts.
What the fuck? How was this his life even?
He stood there frozen, his mind still attempting to compute what had just happened, when the bell rang for the last time in a rather taunting way.
Reminding him that he was now officially late to his history class.
Fuck.
He told himself he'd hide the bag somewhere in the depths of his closet, because well – it was Derek's shirt. What the hell else was he supposed to do with it? Why had he even got it? He'd really like to ask Derek whether he even knew a shirt of his was gone, because he wouldn't put it past Erica to simply steal one, but what was he going to do if the older man was aware of it?
Somehow the idea of Derek deliberately giving a shirt was more embarrassing to contemplate than the idea of having to tell the oblivious Beta that his packmate had stolen a shirt and given it to him.
Staring at the bag in his hand, he suddenly wondered why the hell he wasn't driving over to the Hales to give the shirt back. Like, what was stopping him? There was no reason for him to keep the shirt. If they had been mates, then sure, Stiles could have worn the shirt and let their scents mix together, but clearly he couldn't do that. That would be …
Just no, he couldn't do that. That would be really wrong.
So he just had to get into his car with the bag and drop it off, explaining to Derek that Erica had given it to him for god knew what reason. Easy. Then Derek could tell off Erica and Stiles wouldn't be bothered by any other weird gifts the girl might have in mind.
Fuck, he really hoped this would be the only weird gift.
The material of the bag gleamed in the light and with a groan, Stiles dropped down on his bed; the mattress squeaking underneath his weight. He really should give the shirt back, but …
A part – larger than he liked to admit – didn't want to return the bag. That part was thrilled with the knowledge that he had something of Derek with him – and god, since when had he turned so creepy? – and didn't want to let go of it. But what could he do with it? Even if Derek's scent wasn't infused in it, the size of the shirt alone would be a big enough clue that it wasn't one of Stiles, so he could hardly wear it without making Theo suspicious.
The last thing he needed was for Theo to get suspicious or feel offended.
Fuck it, he'd just stow the bag away in the closet and forget about it for now. If Derek ended up asking after it, he could always give it back then. No harm done.
Just to be sure, though, he stuffed it into the deepest corner and covered it with some old sweaters and shirts for good measure. There, now nobody would be able to find it. Not that many people outside of his dad and Scott would come into his room, but better safe than sorry, right?
His phone buzzing obnoxiously loud on the edge of his desk alerted him to the fact that he had an incoming text and after closing the closet door, he crossed his room to snatch the device off the desk. The screen was lit up, announcing that Lydia had texted him and he pursed his lips.
Lydia texting him after school was finished could only mean one of two things: either she needed a study buddy – which wouldn't be that farfetched with the exams coming up – or worse, she wanted to go shopping and her boyfriend couldn't accompany her because of his shift at the station.
"Damn it, Lydia," he sighed when he opened the message and saw it was the latter of the two options – or the evil option as he liked to call it, because while he really loved that girl, shopping with her was absolute torture.
As if she had a sixth sense, his phone started buzzing once more, filling the room with the Batman tune, as her name flashed across the screen. Pulling a face, but knowing better than to ignore her, he accepted the call.
"Do I really have to?" he whined before she could even get a word in.
Lydia huffed. "Jordan got the late shift today and I need a dress for the graduation party, so yes, you really have to."
"We still have to do the exams, why the hell are you already talking about dresses?"
"Please, as if I'm going to fail," she replied haughtily, but well, she had the right to, given her perfect marks.
"Point taken," he allowed. "But you're still a couple of weeks too early."
"Stiles, sweetheart, do you really think it's a smart idea to wait until right before the party?" she asked condescendingly. "Now's the perfect time because I still have plenty of choice and there won't be hordes of other girls getting in my way."
He guessed she had a point there as well; still didn't mean he wanted to go shopping with her. "Who says I don't have plans with Scott?"
"He's on a date with Kira; you'll be lucky if you'll even get a text tonight," she answered curtly.
He hated how much she knew. "Eugh, fine," he gave in reluctantly, shoving his feet back into his shoes. "But only for two hours, okay? I've got other things to do than carrying your stuff around."
They ended up staying at the mall for four hours, because Stiles was a whipped idiot who couldn't refuse his strawberry haired queen.
Fortunately she did find her dress – a deep green strapless one which flared out around her legs and had small glittering stones embedded into the fabric, making her look like a sea goddess rising up from the ocean – and was merciful enough to decide to find an appropriate pair of shoes on another day.
Stiles was pretty sure his own feet wouldn't have survived if he had to visit every damn shoe store in that mall. The things he did for his friends, honestly.
The rest of the week, Erica, Boyd and Isaac kept joining them during the lunch period, cheerfully discussing their plans to visit the park next week. They seem to take their decision to interfere as much as possible between Stiles and Theo quite seriously, because every time Theo attempted to take him aside – maybe to ask him out on a date without the others crashing it – one of the three was always there, seemingly popping out of nowhere, and coincidentally always needing Stiles' help with something.
That got Theo visibly frustrated, but he backed off every time even if it was with obvious great reluctance. Stiles was actually starting to feel a bit sorry for the guy; if he was really interested in the Omega, it had to be incredibly irritating to have all his attempts at asking out Stiles on a proper date thwarted by the same people every time.
He didn't feel sorry enough to tell them to back off, though. That most likely made him a douche – it definitely wouldn't make him win the 'Mate of the Year' award any time soon, that was for sure – but he wasn't looking forward to an actual date with Theo. He could handle becoming friends, he guessed, but there was no doubt Theo would want more than that.
The longer Stiles could push off the moment that he had to go on an actual date with the Alpha, the better.
"Did you get those vanilla cookies?" Dad sounded distracted on the other end of the phone, most likely looking through a file while he was calling him.
Stiles rolled his eyes, placing the grocery bags on the ground for a moment so that he could open the trunk. "Of course I didn't; you know too much sugar isn't good for you," he scolded the older man, hauling the bags one by one inside the car.
"There's nothing wrong with the occasional treat," Dad grumbled.
"No, there isn't," Stiles agreed before continuing, "But the problem is that I know it won't stop with just one cookie when you start, dad. I've seen the evidence!"
"I didn't eat that box all at once!" Dad protested. "That took me at least two months to finish!"
"Uhuh, you're still not getting any cookies," Stiles retorted unimpressed.
"What kind of son are you?" Dad asked put out, making the younger man roll his eyes.
"A son who likes his dad healthy and alive," he shot back. "Since when is that a crime?"
"Since that means I can't even – what?" Dad cut himself off and then his voice became muted as if he was covering the phone.
Guessing that someone had just entered the sheriff's office, Stiles waited patiently until the older man was done discussing whatever needed to be discussed and slammed the trunk shut once the last bag was in it. While he wouldn't get his dad any cookies, he wasn't entirely cruel; he'd got him some lean steak to enjoy for dinner tonight, but he'd keep that one a secret until his dad was home.
"Sorry, son, but I've got to go. There's been a breakthrough in Mrs Sanders' case, so I'll see you tonight, okay?" Dad apologised when he came back.
"It's fine; Scott might come over this afternoon."
"Sure, no problem. Tell him I said hi."
"Will do." They hung up and he stuffed his phone in his pocket, making his way to the driver's side. As he opened the door – well, more like wrenched it open, because this door had been quite stubborn for the last couple of weeks – a voice calling out to him stopped him from getting behind the wheel.
"Stiles?"
Heart skipping a beat, he turned around and a grin automatically spread across his face when Derek approached him, having parked his car a couple of feet away. "Delegated to do the grocery shopping?" he asked, knowing that the Hales always sent a different person each week to buy the groceries. Cora had once offhandedly mentioned that their mother had decided on that as a way to spread the chores between them all.
Smiling wryly, Derek nodded, halting in front of him. "Yeah, apparently it's my turn this week. Got a whole list."
"The list that long you need to take your mother's car to carry it all back?" Stiles asked amused, nodding at the giant white SUV which belonged to Talia.
"Yeah, celebrating a cousin's birthday tomorrow, so we're stocking up," Derek replied and shrugged. "How you're doing?"
The Omega raised an eyebrow. "The exams are coming up soon, what do you think?"
The wide grin stretching across Derek's face had Stiles gripping the door handle a bit tighter. Fuck, a smile like this one on that face should be fucking illegal.
"Like you need to worry about your grades," Derek teased, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jeans. His dark green shirt stretched out across his muscles and Stiles forced himself not to stare at the way the cloth was plastered against that hard chest.
"Still doesn't mean I'm looking forward to them," he said, pursing his lips.
"I don't think a lot of people look forward to those."
Stiles uttered an agreeing noise and hesitated for a brief moment, wondering whether he should really bring it up or not. In the end he decided, screw it, and blurted out, "Do you know Erica gave me one of your shirts last Monday?" Instantly he clamped his mouth shut, but the damage was done and he flushed brightly when the Beta quirked a heavy eyebrow.
He really just had to run his mouth, huh? Couldn't have just kept quiet about it until Derek had mentioned it. What was he supposed to say when the other man asked him why he'd kept it for so long instead of returning it immediately? God, this was so embarrassing!
The atmosphere between them changed subtly, becoming charged with a particular sort of tension which grew worse when Derek leant forwards, coming so close all Stiles had to do was tilt his head a bit in order for their lips to meet. That thought only had his cheeks reddening even more and he stood there rigidly, eyes wide, while multicoloured eyes darkened a tad.
"I know," Derek murmured; his voice so low it sent shivers down Stiles' spine. "I gave it to her."
That … Oh shit, wow, he hadn't – hadn't expected that. That was – how was he supposed to react now? His brain seemed to go in immediate emergency lockdown, leaving him to stare at the older man like an idiot as he desperately scrambled to come up with something to say to that revelation, but naturally today was the day his ability to blabber had decided to abandon him.
Brain down, blabber ability zero – Stiles was out.
"I know you can't wear it yet, but I thought it might help a bit to get you through these six months," Derek went on, his voice still low and his eyes intense when they locked onto whiskey brown ones.
"That's – that's quite thoughtful of you," Stiles managed to bring out in a squeak, a part of him fearing he'd be permanently flushed red after this conversation.
"That's me," Derek hummed and then apparently decided to be merciful because he pulled back; his face losing some intensity. "I'll see you around, Stiles," he said abruptly before turning around and striding away, as if nothing weird had happened between them.
"Eh yeah, I'll see you around," Stiles answered somewhat belated, feeling dazed as he finally slid behind the wheel, slamming the door shut behind him.
Staring at the black rubber peeling off the steering wheel, he silently asked the universe, What the hell just happened?
The universe did not answer him, surprise, surprise.
"Is everyone here?" Scott looked around curiously when Isaac sauntered up towards them.
It was Friday afternoon, a couple of days before the exams would start, and they had all agreed to meet at the entrance of the park to play some frisbee and have a late picknick to let off some steam before they would be forced to dive into their books for the next upcoming weeks.
With 'agreed' Stiles meant that Erica had basically decided everything and hadn't given anyone else the chance to really object. That was why Theo was standing next to him rather stiffly, obviously still pissed that Erica had basically hijacked his would be first date with Stiles.
Their group eventually turned out to be made of Stiles, Scott, Kira, Theo, Erica, Boyd, Isaac and to Stiles' surprise, Lydia as well. She was dressed like she was on her way to the catwalk instead of heading out for an afternoon of fun with friends, but he didn't think she was planning on participating in any of the games they might come up. Why she'd decided to join them was a mystery to him, though, and when he asked her, she'd refused to answer him, bar telling him that she was just looking for an afternoon to wind down with some people before she'd start studying.
It wasn't like he minded her presence, though. As long as Jackson wouldn't come too, he was fine with whoever decided to tag along.
"Nope, still waiting for one person to arrive," Erica answered, popping her bright pink bubble gum. She was completely wrapped around Boyd, her arms slung around his neck, and nuzzled his cheek occasionally. "He should be here soon, though."
Furrowing his eyebrows, Stiles asked curiously, "Oh, who else did you invite?"
She winked at him but before she could reply, the sound of a car parking nearby had her perking up. "Speak of the devil," she said fondly, unwrapping herself from Boyd. "He's here."
Curiosity piqued, Stiles turned around and –
Came face to face with Derek.
Derek, who was staring at Theo, who was staring right back at him with a completely blank look on his face, but there was no mistaking the tension in his body.
Stiles could only pray this supposed friendly gathering wouldn't end in any bloodshed.
AN2: Who doesn't love a scheming Erica? :D
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Melissa
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