LoveBite (Sterek/Scisaac)

3: Awkward

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Chapter 3

(Scott's POV)

I'm actually kind of glad me and Allison broke up. Yes I admit it, we did break up.

I've liked someone a lot recently. Of course, I don't know if they even consider liking me back. But a guy can hope.

I drive to Derek's loft on my dirt bike.

I park my bike and knock on the door.

Isaac opens it.

"Hey Scott. What's up?"

"I uh. Just wanted to see if you want to hang out or something." I say trying to keep cool.

"Sure. C'mon in."

I walk inside and we go to his room.

I should just tell him how I feel, the worst he can do is say he doesn't like me back.

Actually no, the worst thing he can do is make a video of him killing me and send it to my mom along with some of my body parts. Yeah I'm pretty sure that's the worst.

Great. Now I'm turning into Stiles.

"Scott? You okay?" he asks.

"Yeah. Sorry."

"It's fine. Wanna play some video games?"

"Yeah. Sounds good but can I tell you something?"

"Of course."

Okay. All you have to do is say it. It's easy.

"Umm...nevermind sorry."

He just smiles and we play video games.

(Stiles POV)

Great. I'm in love with a guy that threatens me, hates my guts, and is an alpha werewolf.

I always though that maybe one day Lydia would finally open her eyes and love me back, but of course I knew better and moved on.

But I didn't expect to fall for Derek.

Now that I think of it though, he hasn't really been a total sourwolf lately. So that's good.

I sigh. It's only 3 o'clock. And I have no idea when Derek is gonna call the pack for a meeting.

I take out my phone and decide I should just text him.

(A/N- Derek's texts will be bold and Stiles will be italicized.)

Hey sourwolf

Why do you insist on calling me that?

Idk. Anyway. When is the pack meeting?

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Okay thanks.

Wait, why do you need to know?

I'm bored and sleepy. So I'm gonna take a nap.

He doesn't reply so I put my phone on my dresser and lay down, letting sleep take me.

-(2 hours later)-

I wake up to my phone ringing.

I pick it up and answer.

"Hello?" I say groggily.

"Stiles get to the loft. Now. It's an emergency." Derek says.

"Alright alright. On my way."