How to be Cool

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.