Lesson #28: Don't Hookup in Scott's Room

"Oh my god, you're joking?" Scott gasped,  hiding out somewhere no one could find him in the game we had been playing before I started telling him about the awkwardness of last weekend. It had been a while since Scott and I really got to hang out, since I spent most of my time with Derek, so I started feeling a little guilty. Not that Scott didn't have other friends, like Isaac Lahey, and a girlfriend who he spent most of his time with too. Still, he was my best friend and I felt like I hadn't talked to him in forever.

"I thought my dad was going to kill us both," I laughed, my face red as I thought about how horrible it was getting that text from my dad at three in the morning. "I didn't plan on doing anything with him, it kind of just happened! I mean, you should see Derek when he gets jealous. It's so ridiculously hot-"

Scott laughed loudly, slapping his hand across my mouth to shut me up. "Dude, I know we tell each other everything, but some things don't need to be said out loud," he teased, slowly moving his hand away from my face as I grinned at him, embarrassed. "Anyways, it sounds like you've got some weird love triangle going on," he continued, returning his attention to the game even though we were still talking. I didn't mind. It meant he wasn't looking at my extremely red face.

"What the hell are you talking about?" I replied, shaking my head. "Brett doesn't like Derek anymore. He's all bent out of shape over this guy who doesn't like him back."

"I'm talking about him liking you, dude," Scott clarified, cursing under his breath as he took damage on the game. I didn't reply, still trying to figure out what he meant. Brett liking me? That wasn't it at all. He helped me and Derek make up when we were fighting before, but if he liked me, why would he do that? Why would he ask me for advice with other guys? "It sounds like he's got a crush on you," Scott continued, picking up a slice of pizza from the open box on the floor. It hung limply from his mouth as he struggled with a guy on the game, trying to kill him before he died himself.

I zoned out a little, only coming back to reality when I realized Scott was screaming at me for letting some dude shoot at me. "Shit, sorry," I mumbled, running away from the guy to find Scott in the game instead. "I don't think Brett likes me," I added, eyes glued to the screen. "Even if he did, who cares? He knows I love Derek."

"Right," Scott shrugged, clearly not interested in talking about Brett anymore. "What do I know?"

I chuckled, slamming my elbow into his ribs playfully as he cried out, dropping his controller. "Nothing, apparently," I replied teasingly, watching his expression turn into one of pure revenge. Somebody on the game started shooting at him, but it was too late to stop them from killing him, and me too since I had just caught up to him. "Look, you made us lose!"

"Me?" he screeched, dropping his half eaten slice of pizza back into the box. "You idiot, you're the one over here insulting me! Your best friend, Stiles!" he cried dramatically, pushing and punching on my arm until he successfully knocked me off his bed. I fell to the floor with a groan, rubbing my sore arm. "That's what you get, asshole," Scott grumbled, peering over the edge of the bed with a smirk on his face.

"Shut up," I snapped, playfully. I sat up, dragging myself back onto the bed next to him as he switched off the game. I checked my phone, just to see if Derek had texted me back yet. He was working on his calculus homework  and I told him to text me the problems if he needed help. "Oh shit," I mumbled, opening a text from Lydia instead, having nothing from Derek.

"What's up?" Scott wondered, trying to peek at my phone before giving up quickly and laying back down, his arms folded under his head.

I shrugged, showing him the message. "Lydia just reminded me about prom this weekend. I can't believe it's already April," I mumbled, shutting off my phone without replying. "Do you wanna go?" I asked, knowing he wasn't really one for school dances. I wasn't even sure I wanted to go. At first, I wanted to go with Lydia. That was the whole plan from the beginning with Derek and everything, but now things were different. Now I would much rather spend the night alone with Derek, just hanging out. Though, it might not be so bad, as long as Derek is there.

"With you?" Scott answered sarcastically, crinkling his nose in fake disgust. I rolled my eyes, flicking his forehead in response to his stupid reply. Scott laughed, scooting away from me.  "Allison will probably force me to go anyways," he conceded with a loud sigh.

"That's why girls are stupid," I teased, making Scott scoff and roll his eyes again.

"Dude, you're bi," he laughed, reaching out to smack my already sore arm. "You like girls too." He wasn't wrong, I did like girls. But at this point, the only person I wanted was Derek Hale, so the fact that I technically still liked girls didn't matter to me. No one else mattered to me, really. Not romantically at least.

"Doesn't make what I said untrue," I doubled down, stretching out beside him, but staring up at the ceiling instead. Scott hummed in agreement after a moment of silence. For a minute, we just laid there in the quiet. I almost thought Scott had fallen asleep until he sighed loudly, pushing himself into a sitting position.

"What's your boyfriend up to right now?" he wondered, a mischievous smirk on his lips that I didn't like the sight of. He was up to something. He had his phone pulled out of his pocket before I could even reply, already typing something out on his phone.

"He's doing homework," I answered, raising an eyebrow. "Why? What's going through your big head right now?" I demanded, trying to look at the message he was typing out on his phone. He shooed me away, stepping off the bed to walk farther away from me. "Scott, what the hell are you up to?" I laughed, chasing him out into the hallway.

"I'm just texting some guys!" he called, nearly tripping down the stairs to get away from me. "Party time!" He stopped in the kitchen, holding out his hand to keep me from coming any closer. I obliged, staying a few feet away from him as he sent out a text message. When my phone buzzed from my back pocket, I pulled it out to see a group message from Scott telling everyone to come over in thirty minutes.

"Dude, what the hell?" I chuckled, shaking my head in disbelief. "Won't your mom be mad?" It wasn't like it would be a huge party, but Scott had invited almost everyone from the lacrosse team and even some of the football team.

"Nah, dude, she's working a double tonight at the hospital," he explained, grabbing junk food out of the cabinets to bring into the living room. I knew I would be the one helping him clean up tomorrow, but I didn't really have a say in it at this point. That's how, thirty minutes later, a group of boys came spilling through the door of Scott's house carrying various drinks and junk food to add to the pile.

Derek was the last one to arrive, but I greeted him at the door with a sweet smile and a peck on his lips. "Was this party a spur of the moment decision?" he asked with a small chuckle, eyeing the doorway to the living room where the rest of the guys were getting increasingly louder by the minute. Derek's hand found mine easily as I dragged him inside, shutting the door behind him.

"Scott's idea," I replied, shrugging lightly. I hadn't expected to see Derek at all today, but the sight of him still made my heart beat just a little faster. "Did you get your homework done?" I wondered, squeezing his fingers. I wasn't quite ready to join the rest of the guys yet, enjoying this small moment with just Derek and I.

"Enough to pass," he answered with a grin, his hand slipping out of mine in favor of squeezing my hips, gently pushing me towards the wall. We were the only ones in the hallway, and if we were quiet enough, we wouldn't be bothered. I sucked in a sharp breath as Derek's lips found my earlobe, sucking gently before moving down my neck, his fingers still digging into my hips, grounding me. I slid my hands up his arms, resting them on his broad shoulders. "Would Scott be mad if we ditched?" he whispered, nipping at the skin near my ear.

I breathed out a small chuckle, threading a hand through his hair to pull his distracting lips away from me. "Beyond angry," I confirmed, watching his face fall. "We at least have to stay an hour or two," I added, which perked him up a little. He moved a little closer, pressing into me with a small sigh, slotting his thigh between my legs as he leaned in for a deep kiss. I groaned softly, parting my lips as soon as I felt his tongue slide across my bottom lip, wanting nothing more than to be as close to him as possible.

"Guys!" Scott's voice broke us apart. Derek took a step back, an annoyed look on his face. Meanwhile, my face was red from embarrassment. "No making out in the hallway. We have a fucking bathroom for god's sake," he scolded, shaking his head as he then promptly left us standing there so he could entertain his guests. Before he could get too far, though, he stepped back into the hall, just enough to eye us both suspiciously. "But stay out of my room!" And then he was gone again.

Derek let out a breathy laugh, linking his fingers through mine again as he kissed my forehead. "I guess we should join the party," he mumbled against the kiss, slowly pulling away. "Maybe later, we can have sex in Scott's bed," he teased, making me snort at the thought of how angry Scott would be if that really happened.

Derek led me into the living room where the rest of the guys were piled, taking turns playing whatever game was on the tv at the moment. I wasn't paying close enough attention to bother figuring it out, but it must have been something one of the guys brought. We found an empty spot on the rug, between Liam and Isaac, and plopped down in the middle of everyone. I was basically sitting in Derek's lap, but I didn't mind much.

They spent most of the night playing various video games, watching stupid videos on YouTube, and making fun of each other. They even started up a game of truth or dare, which was kind of funny because someone dared Scott and kiss Isaac Lahey and that was something I never thought I would see. It wasn't just a peck on the lips either, but a full on make out session. Everyone cheered as they kissed, both of their faces completely red when they pulled away.

Turns out, Liam brought his boyfriend, a guy I vaguely recognized from the football team, Theo Raeken. He was nice and all, but every time I saw them kiss, or touch each other, all I could think about was how heartbroken Brett was the last time I saw him. I was happy for Liam, but it made my heart heart knowing Brett was hurting. I imagine it felt just as bad as watching Derek and Brett act all coupley when I was falling in love with Derek while they were still together. Thinking about it made me hold Derek tighter, never wanting to let go.

"You okay?" he asked, after a few times of me squeezing my arms around his shoulders. By now, I was fully in his lap, his arms around my waist as everyone talked around us. There was some stupid video compilation playing in the background which occasionally dragged a few laughs out of people, but ultimately, they were all just talking. Derek slipped his hand up the back of my shirt, his fingers massaging the small of my back.

I smiled softly, kissing his temple before resting my head against his. "Perfect," I whispered, so no one by him could hear me. He didn't answer, but I could tell he was focused on only me now. It was like we were the only ones in the room, despite being surrounded by people. I licked my lips, reaching up to cup his face, my thumb gently caressing his cheek. "Hey," I mumbled, my heart swelling as I stared into his eyes.

He chuckled softly, holding me a little tighter. "Hey?" he repeated, waiting for me to continue.

I grinned as I felt the blush on my cheeks. "I was wondering if you wanted to go to prom with me next weekend?" I asked, his hands stilling on my back as he dragged his bottom lip into his mouth, holding it between his teeth. I waited nervously, hoping he'd say yes. I didn't know if he was the kind of guy who liked dances, especially since we just recently came out. Would he want all of those eyes on us? Did he hate dressed up as much as I did?

"I'd love to," he said finally, making all of the doubt dissipate as he leaned in to kiss me softly. It didn't last long because they completely forgot they were in a room full of dudes and they all immediately started whooping and whistling, only making my red face ten times worse as I buried it in Derek's neck, ignoring everyone.

"Bathroom!" Scott reminded us, which awarded him me flipping him off without even having to look at him. Everyone laughed for a few minutes, but eventually, it died down and the conversation continued as it left off. Eventually, Derek did get up and silently lead me to the bathroom where we spent a good forty five minutes trying to be as quiet as possible, though sometimes, I couldn't help it. When Scott texted me, all it said was: you better not be in my room asshole.

Derek and I laughed when I read it out loud to him, both of us in the process of putting our clothes back on so we could rejoin the party. I thought about telling Scott we did it in his bed, just to piss him off, but I decided against it. When everyone finally left around one in the morning, I kissed Derek just a little longer than I should have, resisting the urge to just shove him in the backseat of the car and keep kissing him all night. After Derek left, I reluctantly went back inside to help Scott clean up the mess the teenage boys had left in the living room. It was then that Scott asked if Derek and I hooked up in his room.

He didn't like my reply of "No, but we definitely hooked up in the bathroom."

"I was kidding about using the bathroom to hook up, dude!" he yelled in response, but it was followed by an amused chuckle. "But, I mean, good for you man."

I only laughed, rolling my eyes. Yeah, I guess he was right. Good for me. I had never been this happy in my life and it felt so good.