Falling For Derek Hale -Teen Wolf story-

Chapter 27, Wolf's bane, part 3

Wolf's bane, part 3

''You guys want me to do what?'' Danny asked.

"Trace a text. Well, two to be exact." Stiles told him.

"I came here to do labwork. That's what lab partners do." He turned to look at me, "And why are you here?"

''I was bored so I came here.'' I explained. Danny nodded.

''We're going to work on the lab work...once you trace the two texts.'' Stiles said.

''And what makes you think I know how?'' Danny asked.

''I--I looked up your arrest report...so'' Stiles trailed off. I sighed.

''I was thirteen.'' Danny said. ''They dropped the charges.''

''Whatever.'' Stiles replied.

''No! We're doing lab work.'' Danny told him.

''Oh my...'' Stiles muttered angrily.

''Please Danny.'' I begged.

''No.''

Stiles sighed through his nose and turned to his computer. I had a small smirk on my face when he started to type angrily. I stood up and sat on Stiles' bed and looked over at Derek. Then I saw Danny glancing at Derek and a small smile formed onto my lips. Derek looked at me with a raised brow. Danny leaned closer to Stiles. "Who's he again?"

Stiles, Danny and I looked at Derek.

"Um," Stiles started. "My cousin." Danny looked at me and I nodded. ''Miguel.''

I bit my lip for not laughing at Derek's face. But oh my God, hahahahaha.

''Is that blood on his shirt?'' Danny asked.

Stiles turned around and saw that 'Miguel' has blood on his shirt."Yeah. Yes. Well, he gets these horrible nosebleeds."

I nodded.

"Hey Miguel," Stiles called out to Derek. I bit my lip for not laughing at Derek's face."I thought I told you could borrow one of my shirts." Stiles gestured with his eyes to his drawers. I don't think Derek's big muscles fit into Stiles' shirts. Stiles turned to look at me, ''Can you help him out? I don't want him to destroy my stuff.'' Derek glared at him once again.

Derek closed the book and threw it on the bed, almost flying into me. He stood up and walked over the dresser. I stood up but almost passed out when he took off his shirt. Holy smokes. I could see his tattoo. It's a Triskele.

I walked towards the dresser and tried to remain calm.

I looked back at Stiles and Danny. I looked at Danny and he's not looking at Stiles but Derek.

Danny is gay if you didn't know.

''Stiles?'' Derek asked. I looked back at him and holy crap, those abs though! I need an inhaler!

He held up the shirt, "This," He pulled at it and said, "No fit."

''Then try something else on.'' Stiles replied before looking back at the computer.

I started looking through his dresser. Damn, Stiles, did you grow up in the 60's? What are these clothes?

I took out an orange and blue striped shirt which wouldn't fit on Derek. Well, not the color, but it gives me and Danny a reason to look at his abs once again and maybe change Danny's mind. I looked at Derek.

''Like what you see?'' He whispered.

''What? Pff no.'' Yes!

He smirked. ''Your lying.''