Arrows To Ashes ➳ Stiles Stilinski [4]

Nothings Changed

"Ready?" I asked. I sure as hell wasn't.

"No," Brett towered over me, dreading the thought of leaving my room. "We can reschedule."

"Never sounds good," I agreed and then shook my head. "No, I told my Dad I'd introduce you and I will."

"Skyler we're not even together," Brett reminded and I sighed.

"No," I grunted. "No, we are not. But in my Dad's eyes, we are somewhat companions so grow some balls and be my...companion." I cringed.

"So your not just bossy in bed?"

"Brett I will skin you alive if you bring up me in bed. Ever. To anyone," I growled and my body slightly raised in temperature.

It was nerves of my father meeting my fuck buddy. Awesome.

I've never had to introduce my Dad to a boy mostly because it was the one that was lived thirty seconds away from us and I always managed to get into trouble with him.

Now I had to physically do the whole dramatic this is my...companion be nice because he is.

"Doesn't your Dad hate all Devenford Prep players?" He questioned and I nodded.

So did I until I got down and dirty with one. "Yes. Mostly because your all cocky and are mean to all Beacon Hills players."

"Must dislike his daughter then."

I growled lowly feeling my eyes shift and he laughed giving me a light kiss. I have a type: infuriating.

"Okay, we cut the cake and then you leave. Run your tight werewolf ass out the door as soon as possible."

Immediate guilt spread across his face. "Should've got you a present," he muttered and then he smirked.

"What?" I knitted my brows in confusion.

He slightly bent down to kiss my neck. "Happy Birthday."

"Your body is enough of a gift," I giggled when he got to the ticklish part on my neck. "Thank you."

I heavily breathed wants he got to my ear. Hold up–

"Wait we're making you meet my Dad we can't do this!" I pushed him away but his abs stayed pressed onto my back.

"Do what? I have no idea what you are on about," he put on a smug expression and I grumbled.

"I mean it. We have strict rules in this household. No sex talk, no supernatural talk and no Stiles talk."

"That last one must be hard," he chuckled and I lightly shoved him. It had no impact whatsoever.

"Oh and no–"

I was interrupted by the sound of the front door opening and heavy footsteps making their way in. Then Dad's voice.

Brett opened his mouth to say something and tried to run towards the window but before he could I yanked onto his hand using that special supernatural touch.

I wasn't thinking in the moment because if I did I would have pushed him out the window myself.

I began running down the stairs. "I know, yay! Seventeen! Dad, there's someone I want you to meet–" I stopped when I saw Stiles. With his Dad. Then Scott.

The two boys were each holding a box of pizza. My Dad with cake. Sheriff with a small gift bag.

Well, I guess never it is! Brett gets his wishes and I was immediately making my way back upstairs.

"Nope!"

I turned on my heel to run back up the stairs but Brett's hand clung onto mine yanking me back down.