Admiring You | Scott McCall

Fineness it.

Jackson pov
I was hanging with Allison, and we were racing in the pool. "You beat me again!"
She exclaims, and I just laugh before replying. "I have an unfair advantage. You see these cheekbones? Aerodynamically suited for speed in water. So, you're coming to the game tonight, right?" I ask her, seeing as she did just break up with her co-captain boyfriend who moved on to the new girl in like a day. "I was thinking "no"..." I scoff before speaking. "You have to! We win tonight. We're in the semi-finals."
" ...It's not because of Scott and Ambrosia, right?" "I was thinking it might be a little weird..." "He's fine with it. He actually asked me if you were coming. He said he hoped you didn't feel weird about it. As for his girlfriend, she's just a rebound and nothing more. She made the mistake of trusting him so she doesn't view you as a threat." "You think I would ever have a chance to get him back?" "Yeah I mean. Like I said, she's a rebound, but why would you want him back anyways? There are much better guys."
Scott pov
Listening to Jackson made me visibly upset mainly because he said Ambrosia was a rebound and just a side choice for a distraction when she's not. "We did?" Girlfriend asks herself confused, and I smile lightly. She was so cute sometimes that it made my heart melt. By her response, I knew she knew she wasn't a rebound. Not just because we are mates either. She gives me something Allison never did, she trusted me. She knows I would never lie to her without a good reason. She also helped me, except that I'm not a monster. "They did?" "Yeah. You know, he's a good guy, and Ambrosia is nice. I can understand why Scott is using her instead. You can't hate them too much. I mean, it's pretty obvious he's a little immature to be dating somebody like you... even more so because he is using someone nice. But, then, you-you can't really blame him for trying."
Later
"Hey babe, I'm going to go to Stiles he asked me to help him with some research. Plus I'm a thousand years old so I have lots of knowledge that could be of use." "Ok babe, I'll see you at the game." "Of course we're going to kill it, ok Scott." "Sounds good. You know you're not a rebound." "Yeah I know, and remember we were made for each other, Scott.

At Stiles
"Hey, Stiles!" I hear Stiles dad. I know Derek is here, but I chose to ignore him. I'm a vampire. I knew he was here before he even got inside. I mean, Stiles would know if Stiles wasn't so immersed in whatever he's doing on the computer to give a proper answer to his father. We both twists around halfway, but he keeps his eyes on the screen. Stiles would be a good heretic. I'm being honest. Thanks to him having the spark when turned, he could be sort of like a heretic. Imagine a Drache without the human sacrifices. When he finally turns, "Yo, D--," He sees Derek, standing behind the door. "Derek?" I sigh why would he say his name out loud. Derek's finger shoots to his lips as he signals for Stiles to shut the hell up. He points a finger angrily in the direction of the ajar door. Stiles stumbles towards the door frantically as he slips outside and closes the door with a clumsy crash, making it rattle on its hinges.
"What'd you say?" His dad asks him. "What? I said, "Yo, D-Dad." " "Listen, I've got something I've got to take care of, but I'm gonna be there tonight. I mean, your first game!" "My first game... Guh, it's great! Awesome. Uh, good!" "I'm very happy for you. And I'm really proud of you." "Thanks. Me too. I'm happy and proud of myself." "So, they're really gonna let you play, right?" He was epically failing, so I slipped out. "Yeah, Dad - I'm first line! Believe that?" "I'm very proud." "Hi Mr. Stilinski." "Hello Ambrosia." Sheriff Stilinski pulls Stiles into a hug, both of them patting each other on the back. "Huggie, huggie, huggie..." They release, and he hugs me too. He basically adopted me as a daughter like I adopted Stiles as my little brother. "See you two there. Also, Ambrosia, I am proud of you two. "Take it easy." Sheriff Stilinski walks down the stairs and leaves. Stiles exhales in relief, leaning his head back against his door. He opens it, and we slip back into his room. "I'm sor--" Derek immediately grabs him and slams him against the door. "Oh!"
"If you say one word..." he growls out before he is cut off by Stiles sarcastically saying. "Oh, what? You mean, like, "Hey, Dad, Derek Hale's in my room. Bring your gun!"?" Derek stays silent, "Yeah, that's right. If I'm harboring your fugitive ass, it's my house, my rules, buddy." I then yank Derek off of him, although he's still gripping him with one hand. "As strong as the sexual tension is between you two, don't lay a hand on my brother." Derek's jaw is clenched. He remains silent as he slowly nods, releasing his tight grip on Stiles. He pulls down Stiles' jacket to rearrange it from where he pulled it out of proportion during his attempt at threatening the boy. Stiles huffs out a laugh, and being his usual self, does the same for Derek's leather jacket. That earns him a menacing jerk of the head from Derek, like he's about to attack the boy. "Oh, my God!" My brother says as I giggled. "Scott didn't get the necklace?" Derek asks, and I speak."No. He's still working on it. But, there's something else we can try. The night they were trapped at the school, Scott sent a text to Allison asking her to meet him there."
"...So? Also, how would you know you didn't show up till after-" "So, it wasn't Scott.." I nod towards Stiles signaling he was right. "Derek is right? how do you know?" "I'm dating Scot, of course he would tell me. He's my mate we don't keep secrets from each other except my past I'm slowly telling him but it going to take time mine isnt pretty its violent and heartbreaking. " "Well, can you find out who sent it?" Derek asks getting annoyed. "No, not me... But, I think I know somebody who can... the only issue is I'm going to need my sisters help." "Sister? Since when did you have a sister." "He's talking about me we're not actually siblings obviously. But I do spend most nights here it's basically my second home, anyways. What do you need? Do you need me to compel them?" "Yes, I need you to compel Danny." Danny shows up "You want me to do what?" "Trace a text." "I came here to do lab work-- that's what lab partners do." "And we will! ...Once you trace the text." "And what makes you think I know how?" "I-I looked up your arrest report, so--" "I-I was thirteen. They dropped the charges." Danny defends himself defensively. Stiles replies noncommittally "Whatever." "No, we're doing lab work." I walk over to them and bad down. "You are going to do as we say and then forget that you did it. When you leave you will only remember doing lab work with us and that is it." "I'm going to do as you say and then forget we did anything but the lab work." He grabs a stool from beside Stiles' table and moves it beside Stiles, sitting down and looking at the computer screen with an air of finality.
Stiles and I look towards Derek, who is shirtless. "Oh, my..." I hear Stiles say, and I held in a laugh. Danny curiously glances at Derek, gesturing subtly with his thumb.
Who's he again?" "Um, her cousin... Miguel..." "His boyfriend Miguel." "You're gay?" "Nah bisexual." Derek slowly glances up to glare daggers at us through his eyelashes. He looks back down at his book.
"...Is that blood on his shirt?" Yeah. Yes. Well, him and Ambrosia were fighting earlier, and she accidentally hit him too hard in his nose. "Hey, Miguel... Babe... I thought I told you you could borrow one of my shirts?" Derek closes the book in one swift motion, never taking his glare off Stiles. With another motion, he sends it onto the bed as he stands up jerkily and walks over to the dresser, pulling his shirt off his head aggressively. He tosses it onto the ground.
"So, anyway, I mean, we both know you have the skills to trace that text, so we should probably -" "Uh, Stiles...?" "Yes, Babe?" Stiles asks innocently, really milking this whole facade. Derek tugs at the shirt in his hands irritably. "This... no... fit!"
"Then try something else on!" Let me go get my boyfriends shirt he wears bigger sizes than Stiles. Why don't you come with me and I will show you. "Do you think my boyfriend is handsome? You swing for a different team, but you still play ball, don't you, Danny-boy?" "You're a horrible person." "I know. It keeps me awake at night. Anyway, about that text..." "I'll need the ISP, the phone number, and the exact time of the text." "There. The text was sent from a computer. This one." "Registered to that account name?" "No, no, no, no. That can't be right." Derek and I were listening before walking in now that they found something.