Sterek bingo

Jealousy

(this is a fic but I'm not sure if it fits the tropes list oops.)

Stiles pulled open the rust ridden death trap Derek calls a door, Scott just behind him carrying all the shopping bags seeing as Stiles had a broken arm and Scott has super strength. 

"getting your boyfriend to carry all your things I see."

Stiles sarcastically laughed at Lydia, it had become an on going joke amongst their group that Scott and Stiles were in fact head over heels for each other. The group found it even more funny that Stiles was in love with Derek and whenever the older man was around would try to deny the constant comments.

Scott went over to the table dumping the food that Stiles and him ad retrieved from the local diner (Noah didn't have to know) whilst Stiles jogged over to the kitchen to grab everyone cups and plates, cutlery wasn't existent for a pack of wolves apparently.

"what's everyone having to drink?!"

Stiles yells through the door to the living room. After a seemingly violent discussion the pack decided on everyone having Pepsi, holding back his usual sarcastic remark Stiles poured out all the glasses and wobbled his way back to the living room trying to balance them all. He ignored all the eyes on him as he placed the glasses onto the coffee table, they could probably smell his scent of anxiety. That was the one downfall of having supernatural friends they tended to always know how you felt, and recently Stiles hadn't been feeling all to great considering the one person besides Lydia that he actually likes (like a lot) A, thinks he is in love with Scott and B, doesn't even like him and thinks he is a spaz.

He sat himself down next to Scott pretending that half the group were all giving him sympathetic glances. 

"so what are we watching sourwolf?"

it was a poor attempt to get the elder's attention and in response he only got a glare over the top of the withered pages of the book his wolfyness had his face buried in. That hurt, that's how Derek always looks at him, like he is worthless and doesn't belong. 

To distract peoples attention away from Stiles' ever dampening scent Lydia bursts out.

"I was thinking maze runner,"

a chorus of groans echo's the room Excluding Stiles.

"hey the Maze runner films are amazing and so are the books!"

Stiles didn't disagree but he really didn't feel like fighting for the cause right now. 

"oh give it a break you only like the films for that Thomas guy!"

"which Thomas peter!?"

Lydia let out at the eldest's un cultured remark.

"I'm stopping this before Stiles gets involved because we all know it's a loosing fight against Stile and Lydia."

Scott saved the rest of the group from a rant. Putting Maze runner into the machine. 

Just as everyone has settles Stiles pulled his phone out suddenly looking a it the standing and grabbing his bag. 

"I've gotta go, Scott can Lydia drive you back or something?"

"um, yeah what's up? need our help?"

"nah just dad wanting dinner cos he has a late shift again."

Stiles grabbed his keys and coat slipping on his shoes and left gently closing the door (death trap) behind him. Once the pack hear The jeep drive off down the dirt track they began to talk forgetting the film.