His Only Defence

5 | Nie

Nie

Stiles had only driven a few miles before the Adderall finally kicked in and his brain started operating cognitively enough for him to consider the risks of his actions. The decision to stop Derek's advances was starting to seem like a pretty freaking dumbass idea, concocted in a way that only a Stilinski could.

And there was no take backsies either which was probably what sucked the most since he'd put some distance between Derek's rocking bod and his own teenage hormones and really understood the big freaking risk he was taking. There were a lot of different variables that could result in his untimely and definitely gruesome demise.

The first of them being that Derek may not even consider Scott a threat anymore, since he'd gone out of his way to convince the alpha they were just friends, maybe he wouldn't even notice Scott's scent in his rush to divest Stiles of his clothes and get to the naked business.

Or what if Derek didn't even bother trying to reclaim Stiles and instead went out to kill Scott for encroaching on his territory? Oh shit.

No, no, he had definitely not thought this through at all and contrary to popular belief he didn't actually want to kill his best friend. Most of the time anyway.

Well that was just freaking craptastic. He'd panicked at the sudden advancements of their relationship and now he was either going to get fucked so thoroughly that he would literally die or he was going to have to explain to Mrs McCall why she suddenly didn't have a son to worry about anymore.

Oops.

He switched off the radio, needing complete silence to approach this from all angles. Okay, so he was covered in Scott's scent which was totally gross and creeping him out a little and could possibly traumatise him for all eternity but whatever, the damage was done. And now he had to figure out a new plan.

Right new plan. Thinking of one would be a good idea. His fingers drummed a random beat across the wheel as he drove, mind going in all directions at once most of them grisly scenarios of his own painful death.

Although he did still have Derek's jacket in his backpack. Maybe he could try to overwhelm Scott's scent with the alpha's, it was naturally dominant anyway. If he put it back on now then he could just insist that they'd be sitting really close to one another all day…

Like Derek would believe that. Geez, he wasn't stupid.

And he couldn't guarantee that that would work anyway. How long were scents meant to take to sink into the skin? He could be forced to stall for hours before it got back to normal and he had no excuses to keep the alpha waiting.

So that plan was out the window.

And speaking of windows, what the hell was that?

Stiles eased off the accelerator twisting his neck to stare over his shoulder with interest at the splash of colour that had flitted past his peripheral vision while he drove through the rapidly dwindling sunlight as it filtered through the obscurity of the woods.

For a second there he'd thought he'd seen pink. But like bright pink. The colour pink you saw on little girls dolls or freakishly girly women, you know the ones who dressed like Barbie was their fashion icon.

Pink. In the woods which had no right being unusually feminine.

His eyes narrowed and he scanned the side of the road wondering if he was totally losing his shit as he squinted into the semi darkness of the late afternoon. The trees as always looked pretty freaking ominous and he figured he was just being paranoid, hyped up on Derek related emotions.