The Younger Stilinski (Season 2)

Ice Pick

**AN: short chapter**

I meet the guys at lunch and sit next to Scott while Stiles, for some reason, gets a set of keys from a kid named Boyd who sits by himself every day at lunch. He sits down in front of Scott and hands me the keys.

"Why'd you give me these?"

Stiles ignores me and looks at Scott. "Got 'em. Cam will pick you up right after work tonight and you guys will meet at the rink, cool?" I look up and quickly hit Scott on the arm, making him look where I am. "What are you guys looking at?" He turns around in his seat and one of our schoolmates, Erica, walks in like a freaking model. I mean she was always pretty but damn. I see Lydia walk up to the end of the table we're sitting at and slam her hands down.

"What...the holy hell...is that?" She asks.

"It's Erica." Scott answers while everyone just stares at her leaving. We three get up quickly and run to the exit, just in time to see her get into Derek's Camaro. Derek looks at us, smiles and drives away.

I look at the keys that are still in my hand. "Why did you hand me these?" I feel Stiles put an arm around my shoulders.

"Because, you, my bro, are going on a double date." I quickly look up at him with wide eyes.

"A-a what?"

"A double date."

"With who?"

"With me and Allison." Scott answers.

"But who am I going with?"

*****

Later that night, Scott, Allison, Lydia and I meet up at the ice rink. Stiles turns on the lights and Lydia walks past, glancing at me, and keeps going. I see Scott and Allison smirking at me.

"What?"

"Nothin'." Allison responds.

"Why are you two smirking like that?"

"Cameron." I turn around quickly and see Lydia holding two pairs of ice skates.

"You better go before you get in trouble." Scott teases and I shove him playfully.

"Oh, shut up." I walk away while he laughs and just as I get to her, she walks away towards the bleachers and sits down. I sit down beside her and we start putting on our ice skates.

"Could it be any colder in here?" She complains while rubbing her arms.

Without even thinking, I take off my black jacket and hand it to her. "Here."

She looks between me and the jacket. "But what about you?"

"I'm fine."

"...Thanks." She smiles a little and takes the clothing out of my hand, putting it on.

"Oh." I rummage through my bag and pull out a pack of Reese's cups. "Want one?" She smiles fully and nods.

"Yes." I smile back and open it up, giving her one. We make small talk and I see Scott and Allison about to get on the ice.

"Oh, this will be good."

Lydia looks at me confused. "What do you mean?"

"Scott can't skate to save his life. He will fall as soon as he touches the ice." As if right on cue, I see the young wolf fall. "And just letting you know, I'm not that good either."

"Well...we'll find out, won't we?"

*****

I watch her skate for several minutes like a figure skater and she catches me watching and skates over. I notice her cheeks are a little red.

"Well? Come on." She grabs my hand and pulls me with her. We make laps around the rink and I twirl her from time to time just to hear her laugh and do a few moves of my own.

"I thought you couldn't skate?"

"I might have lied a little bit."

"You're just full of surprises, aren't you?"

I pull her towards me, wrapping an arm around her waist. "You have no idea."

After a few minutes, I'm sitting at the bleachers while she still skates around and suddenly she starts screaming, staring at the ice. I quickly get up and skate over to her, getting down on my knees where she is and pulling her close to me while she still screams and starts crying. I look up and see Scott and Allison staring at us.

*****

The next day, during lunch, I run over to Scott and Stiles, almost running into Allison while she was leaving.

I point to an empty table. "Guys. Do you see that?"

Scott sighs. "What, it's an empty table, Cam." He and Allison must've had an argument.

"Yeah, but whose empty table?"

"Boyd." They both say at the same time. They get up and we start down the hall.

"I'm gonna go to the ice rink and see if he's there. And if he's not at home, you call me, got it?" Scott basically orders. "What?"

"Maybe we should let him. Boyd, you know, man?" Scott and I both look at him. "You said Derek's giving them a choice, right?"

Scott grabs his arm. "We can't."

"You gotta admit, Erica looks pretty good. You know, the word 'sensational' comes to mind."

"H-how good do you think she's gonna look with a wolfsbane bullet in her head?" Scott asks and I sigh a little.

"Alright, I think what he's saying is maybe this one isn't totally your responsibility."

"They are. And you know this thing's gonna get out of control. That makes me responsible."

"Alright, I'm with you. And I also gotta say this newfound heroism is making me very attracted to you." Stiles says.

"Shut up."

"No, seriously. Do you wanna just try making out for a sec? Just to see how it feels." Scott smiles and pushes Stiles away from him, looking at me.

"Don't look at me. He's your best friend."

"He's your brother."

"Don't remind me." I sigh and we both follow Stiles down the hall to our next class.

*****

Later that night, I'm laying on my bed doing homework and Stiles walks into my room looking like he just got hit by a truck. "What happened to you? And why do you stink like a dumpster?"

"That's because I was in a dumpster."

"I thought you were going to check on Boyd, not dumpster dive."

"I was checking on Boyd. He wasn't home and I ran into Erica. Who knocked me out and threw me in the dumpster."

"Oh. Well, go take a shower. You stink really bad." I look back down at my homework and slowly look up, seeing that my brother is still standing there, smiling. "Why are you smiling?"

"Don't you wanna hug from your big bro?" He asks as he slowly walks toward me.

"Oh hell no." I quickly get up so I'm on the other side of my bed. "You get the hell away from me."

"But, Cam. I just wanna hug."

"I'll hug you once you get out of the shower smelling better." He doesn't say anything and keeps walking toward me, going around the bed. "Dude. I will hurt you." He tries to corner me between the bed and my nightstand. "Stiles." I warn as he opens his arms to grab me. I jump onto my bed and get on the other side, quickly running out of my room with him right behind me.

"Cam, c'mon. I just wanna hug you!"

"No! Dad!"