The Boy Is Mine, You Bonkers! (Sterek)

Chapter 2 (Part 2)

Derek parks his car across from the Sizzler, where the pack is going to have lunch. He holds Stiles' hand as they cross the street.

Stiles is nervous about telling the pack about them. His heartbeat picks up.

"Stiles, calm down."

"Derek, what if they disapprove?"

Derek rolls his eyes. "They won't."

"How do you know?"

Derek stops in front of the restaurant door and turns to face Stiles, "Because I said so." He smirks smugly leaning forward, kissing Stiles' forehead before opening the door, dragging Stiles with him.

They came to Sizzler several times before. The pack has chosen the usual table in the corner of the room, out of hearing range of other customers. Each of them has taken the usual seat as well, leaving the seat on one of the head empty for Derek and the seat next to it for Stiles.

Their heads turn when Stiles and Derek arrive, holding hands. Derek looks like Derek, bossy and proud, while Stiles looks like he was caught stealing something.

He laughs nervously, "Hey guys."

The girls giggle and whispers to each other just to giggle again. Stiles looks at Lydia accusingly. You told them, didn't you? Lydia just winks at him.

Peter snorts, still looking at the menu.

The boys just shrug and focus back to the menu in front of them.

It's only Danny that spares them a calculating look. But then he leans to Jackson and whispers something, Jackson whispers something back to him, Danny goes 'ah finally' and settles back.

Nothing more.

"What? That's it?!" Stiles gapes.

Derek rolls his eyes. "Yes, Stiles, that's it. Now c'mon." He drags Stiles to their seats.

Stiles blubbers as he sits down. "B-but—I don't understand, I expected a surprised reaction, or questions, rants, well, maybe a scream at least. But I got nadda. I mean, is this real or are you guys secretly in shock and trapped in the land of denial?"

Jackson scoffs from where he sits. "The only ones in the pack that were trapped in denial, were Derek and you."

Scott, who sits beside Stiles, winces and pats Stiles' shoulder. "Yeah dude, it's kinda painful to watch."

Stiles gapes. Not everyday Scott realized something before he did. "You know too!? Dude, why didn't you say something??"

Scott winces harder, "No way, We're practically bros, we don't talk about it. It's weird, you know."

"Oh but we're girls and we're definitely gonna talk about it, Stiles. All of it. Including that red hickeys on your neck." Erica winks and throw her devilish smile at Stiles.

Lydia and Allison wave and smile sweetly at Stiles.

Stiles lifts his hand to hide his neck. Triple Crap. Stiles is really terrified now.

They are stunningly beautiful, deadly mischievous, and always find torturous ways to get what they want. Just like The Bandits.

And by the way, Stiles is not their sassy gay best friend! No. Nope. Just no.

Isaac smiles brightly when he comments, as if he has precious missing information. "I can smell Derek every night after pack meetings."

At this, Derek glares at him. "Isaac. Shut up."

Stiles turns his attention to Isaac. "Oh shut it, Derek. Isaac, baby, what did you say again?"

Isaac is the baby of this pack, ok? Isaac is Stiles' baby pup. What baby pup's gonna say, he gets to say it.