Just Tell Me The Truth

Chapter Three

Derek's POV

Sitting in the car next to a very ADHD enhanced Stiles has proven rather difficult for me. How could me or my wolf want anything to do with this hyperactive guy. Boy. He's a boy and I need to keep reminding myself of that, an underage teen. For one more month anyways. No stop that Derek, I scold myself. It doesn't matter about any of that, Stiles is still getting over Malia, because he's straight and not gay. Then again, I didn't think I was gay either, but looking at Stiles makes my blood boil and causes my wolf to rise to the surface. Shaking my head slightly to rid the thoughts, I dare to steal a glance over at the spastic teen next to me and notice he's snoring softly to himself. I see his brown hair has finally been given a slight trim, but not a lot due to him being happy about finally having hair. The small brown strands are sticking up in many different directions. I can't help but smile at seeing him so calm and relaxed. Not even a couple years ago he couldn't be in the same room as me without emitting waves of fear and now he purposefully nips at my nerves just to get a reaction from me. It annoys the hell out of me but then again it makes me happy to know he trusts me not to hurt him. Just another reason to not make any moves on him, being with a werewolf is dangerous, especially for a human like him. 

"Derek, how close are we?" I look in the mirror to see Scott giving me questioning eyes.

I sigh and look back to the road. "About twenty more minutes."

I hear a collection of sighs of relief from the pack, making me chuckle at their impatience. No one really complained much during the trip due to them being scared to piss me off more than Stiles already had. Like I had said, the kid knows how to get under my skin, just the right things to say or buttons to push to make me lash out at him. I'm really starting to think he likes me yelling at him. 

Thinking back to my conversation with his Dad makes me grip the steering wheel tighter. 

"I know my son looks up to you and I know that this pack cares about him, so I'm not asking as  a Sheriff but as a father, please don't let him get hurt while he's in your care. He's all I have left Derek, he's my world and I know you care for him more than the rest of them do." That knowing look he gives me is the same one Peter had given me, letting me know they both knew about my feelings for the teenager.

"I don't mind, I just ask that you let him live the next month as a teenager on vacation. He's never been good with thinking about himself before others and he'll do whatever he thinks will make you happy instead of making himself happy. Let him be a kid for as long as possible, please." The seriousness in his voice had made my stomach clench. He understands that Stiles being with me is dangerous, more dangerous than already being in this life. He knows my past lovers have either died by my hands or by the hands of others. I can't let that happen to his son. 

I release my grip on the wheel as I pull us down the long dirt road that leads to my family's cabin. No one's been here since before the fire and now I think it's best use would be for my pack. My pack. It sounds nice to be able to say it without worrying their going to leave the next minute. I know they'll always be here now that we've all gotten to trust one another. It took a lot of time and a lot of fighting but I know they have my back and I'll always have theirs. 

Everyone exits the car with excitement and I nudge Stiles awake. "Stiles, we're here."

He groans and smacks at my hands, making me growl in return. "Five more minutes Daddy."

The growl in my throat deepens and I bite back the urge to lean over him, knowing I'll do something stupid after his comment. "Get up or I'm throwing you out the door."

I see him slowly start to come to and he stares at me with wide eyes. "You're definitely not my dad."

I look away and get out of the car while listening to him scramble out of his own door. "Sorry about that. I meant that as in my dad, Dad, not like I was calling you Dadd-"

I send him a glare that instantly shuts him up as I feel my eyes flash red. "Get inside. I'll grab the bags."

I see him look away and leave for the cabin and I instantly flinch as he passes me and I can smell the fear radiating off of him. I don't want us to go back to him being scared of him but I don't know how to act around him when it comes to him making inappropriate comments or when Peter goes out of his way to scent him a lot. Thinking back to that pisses me off greatly, he did it on purpose, made sure Stiles smelt like nothing but him. It took everything in my not to grab Stiles and rub myself all over him, but I knew that would only freak him out so while he was around me I'd lightly nudge him or brush past him to let off as much of my scent as I could on him. I look over to see Peter's car come into view and watch as he exits the vehicle with a small smile at watching Stiles' retreating figure. 

I walk up to him with a frown. "There are five rooms. Can you tell Jackson and Lydia they have one together? And tell Scott he's with Kira and that Isaac and Stiles will take the other."

Before he can reply with a snarky comment I add, "I figured you and Malia would take the other one."

He smiles brightly now. "Gives us more time to catch up and strengthen our new father-daughter bond I suppose, thank you."

I nod but then catch him before we walks away. "I need you to promise me you won't start anything between me and Stiles while we're here."

He gives me a look of surprise then his eyes blaze with mischief. "Why? I suspected you cared for him, but why wouldn't you act on it? And don't give me some crap about him being younger than you because it's only by a few years."

I hold his gaze but then look away with a sigh while dropping his arm. "He's Stiles. Spastic, over stimulated, constant rambling, and the Sheriff's only son, Stiles. There is no way possible that he and I would work together, besides he's straight. You know him and Malia were together, you constantly complained that you two would be related one day."

Peter chuckles and taps my back lightly. "My dear clueless nephew. Stiles is, what do the kids call it these days, bi-curious?"

I give him raised eyebrows as my heart leaps into my throat. "W-What?"

Peter smiles widely while walking away and saying softly, "The poor kid is only as strong as his hormones and he very much used to release a lot of them when he sees the pack train shirtless."

I stare off at him as he walks away and I can't help but rub at my heart as it races with this new information. Stiles likes guys? He gets hot and bothered by seeing us guys shirtless? Us. Not me alone, all of us guys in the pack. I can't help but bite the inside of my cheek as a new emotion rolls over my skin. Jealousy.