A/N: Sorry this took so long, life got in the way :( Iâ¤ï¸You Guys! Also, I probably won't be posting until next Sunday as I'll be on vacation!
STILES
Something was up. From the minute he'd picked Isaac up, Scott had started acting strangely. A tangibly awkward atmosphere hung between the three as they ate their separate lunches. He wanted desperately to ask what was going on, but he had a hunch neither would reveal anything. He decided to text Derek.
'Scotty and Isaac acting weird???' He tapped send then glanced up from his phone at the pair who were staring at their sandwiches with unusual interest. Stiles thanked his lucky stars when Danny suddenly plopped down in the seat beside him.
"Guys, I need advice." He sighed.
Scott and Isaac immediately looked up from their food, apparently appreciative of the distraction also.
"What's up Danny boy?" Stiles asked.
"Jackson has got it in his head that he wants to turn me." He explained. Scott choked on an exceptionally large piece of sandwich.
"He what?"
"He wants to turn me."
"Derek is never gonna go for that." Stiles answered, a look of hurt flashed across Danny's face. "Not because he doesn't like you! We like you a lot Danny-"
"Two newly turned werewolves would be a lot to handle." Isaac interjected, saving Stiles from a ramble.
Danny nodded slowly in understanding.
"I don't think I really want to be one anyway."
"It's not all that." Scott added with a grimace.
"Just tell Jackson it's not a good idea, and that you don't want to either way." Stiles suggested.
Danny raised an eyebrow.
"Since when does Jackson just accept it when things don't go his way?"
"Never." The three boys chorused. Danny allowed a small smile to quirk at the corner of his lips.
"Exactly."
"Regardless of what Jackson wants, Derek will say no and Derek would kick Jackson's ass any day of the week." Stiles reassured him.
"That's probably true." Danny agreed.
"Probably? Are you doubting my boyfriends capabilities?" Stiles gasped sarcastically.
"Can you guys be gay somewhere else." Scott groaned.
"Says you." Isaac snorted.
"I don't know what the hell you're talking about." Scott snapped.
Stiles shot Danny a look and the two watched Isaac and Scott with great interest.
"Do I need to refresh your memory?" Isaac sneered.
"You don't have to refresh anything. I have a girlfriend." Scott countered.
"Whatever you say, Oscar Wilde."
"What's going on with you two?" Stiles demanded. Scott glared at Isaac who was smirking mischievously, before facing Stiles.
"Nothing. Isaac's just being an ass."
"That explains why you want me." Isaac chirped.
"Lay off guys." Stiles interrupted.
"I'm sure Scott would love to l-"
"I said lay off." He ordered. Surprisingly enough, they did. "Well that was easier than I expected."
"As the alpha's mate, we have to do what you say. It's not as strong of an urge as with Derek but it works." Scott muttered.
"Why would you tell him that we're basically his bitches?" Isaac exclaimed.
"Oh I am gonna exploit this to the max." Stiles grinned, rubbing his hands together maniacally.
"You three are nuts." Danny chuckled.
DEREK
Going with Stiles to Mary's after he got out of school to cure his Monday blues was one of Derek's favourite things. He watched fondly as his mate scoffed curly fries, still somehow managing to make the process utterly adorable.
"Good day?" Derek asked.
Stiles stopped chewing wildly for a second and looked distant, then mouth still full of curly fries, he gasped.
"I forgot the important thing I was gonna tell you!" Derek rolled his eyes.
"Then tell me now."
Stiles gulped the demolished mouthful and slurped his soda.
"Scott and Isaac had some seriously weird argument at lunch today." Derek's mind flashed back to Isaac's inappropriate comments to Scott that weekend. Had something gone on between them?
Derek didn't think his younger brother bore any interest in the other member of their pack but that could change. He didn't believe that his relationship with Allison would go anywhere since they weren't mates, but surely he and Isaac weren't? Were they?
"What about?" He asked. Stiles sighed a little and looked off into the distance.
"Isaac kept making gay jokes about Scott and he got all defensive-"
"Gay jokes?"
"Yeah. Immature right? And Isaac even called him Oscar Wilde." Stiles recounted. Derek vaguely remembered Oscar Wilde to be a poet and author who was notably gay, but married and had children.
"I'll talk to Scott later." He decided. Stiles' expression scrunched up in disagreement.
"Not a good idea. Scott was pretty touchy about it, I'll ask him about it tomorrow."
"You're not coming back with me?" Derek asked. Stiles blushed, a shy smile creeping across his features.
"I've got a lot of homework, but if you want... You can come over later?" He proposed. Derek felt his groin jump at Stiles' bashfulness.
"Of course." He smiled, leaning across the table to kiss him lightly on his parted lips.
"Let's hope your daddy don't catch you like that." Stiles jumped back from Derek's touch at the sound of Mary's voice. She was standing beside their booth, hands on her hips with a rag hanging from her apron pocket. Her smile was playful, eyes watching Stiles babble excuses fondly.
"You two are so darn sweet! You'll give an old lady a cavity!" She joked, taking their empty plates away and winking at Derek. "Now ya'll behave now!" She grinned.
"She's like an embarrassing grandma sometimes." Stiles groaned, resting his head on his hands.
"She's nice." Derek chuckled. "I guess you better hurry home and do that homework so I can sneak in and reward you for it."
Stiles went red from the tips of his ears down to his neck.
"Derek!" He whispered, and shielded his face from view. Derek simply smirked and pulled his hands away, planting a kiss on each as he held them. They locked gazes something passed between them. Three words. Nothing was said, but they both heard it loud and clear.
JACKSON
"Danny come on! It'll be fine!" Jackson goaded. The taller boy sat on the edge of Jackson's bed frowning.
"I said no, Jackson. Besides, I'm pretty sure there's a chance I could die!" He argued. Jackson sighed, he'd known this wasn't going to be easy.
"I'm pretty sure we have more important things to worry about. For starters, the guy that bit you! Derek needs to find out who it is and-"
"Exactly! You're not safe Danny! If I turned you, you'd be much safer." He protested, but Danny simply rolled his eyes and flopped back onto the mattress.
"I said no. Can't you listen to me just one time?" He murmured. Guilt stabbed Jackson in the stomach, he hated when Danny looked disappointed. He sat down above where Danny's head rested and began running his fingers through his hair.
"Sorry babe." He whispered, pressing a kiss to the tip of Danny's nose. He relished the warm glow of his boyfriends consequential smile.
"It's okay Jax, I get it." He exhaled softly. But that was the problem, Danny always simply 'got it' and continued to allow Jackson to pressure him into having his way, but it wasn't happening this time and it frustrated him. He felt awful that he'd denied him publicity of their relationship, but he just couldn't do it. What would people think?
Of course people were fine with Danny being gay, everyone loved Danny, but people hated Jackson. He'd made a living hell out of some people's lives and he couldn't allow them the emotional leverage. What if they used Danny to get to him? If Danny got hurt on his account he didn't know what he'd do.
"You know I love you right?"
"Sometimes."
SCOTT
Scott edged himself closer to the arm of the couch when he heard Allison returning, a bowl of popcorn in her arms. She slouched down on the couch, her curly brown hair bouncing. Allison was certainly beautiful, but for some reason, Scott found himself comparing her to Isaac. Her hair was too brown, her eyes were too dark and her lips weren't the same.
"Come sit closer to me." She crooned, edging a little closer to his end of the couch.
"I think I should probably stay here, I've uh, got a cold." He replied, smiling quickly at her. Allison's face fell, but she turned to face the TV screen.
"So what do you wanna watch?" She asked, flicking through the selection of movies.
"You can pick." He said.
Allison cocked her head at him.
"Are you okay Scott? You always wanna pick the movie."
"Exactly, so you should get to pick this time!" He reasoned, his pitch a little higher than usual. Allison's features were set in a confused frown, but she replaced it with a straight face and eventually picked an action movie.
The two sat in silence which was unusual. They simply watched the screen, not even touching the popcorn between them, not even reaching to hold hands, not even snuggling together. Normally, there was at least a continuous stream of banter and flirtation that was characteristic of their relationship. At least it until Scott kissed Isaac.