One Night

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    Stiles spun in a dramatic way when he heard Scott calling his name, his eyes were squinted at first as he looked around, then they quickly landed on the jogging werewolf approaching him.

    "Hey Scotty boy, what's up?" The teen started as he stuffed his hands in his pockets and continued down the hall full of students and misfits.

"Just this whole alpha pack thing, I'm still stuck on what Peter said, how They'll make him kill everyone in his pack?"

"Yeah, pretty much where that's going." Stiles answered with a nod as he licked his lips.

"Does that mean it's safe for everyone to be separated right know? Who does Derek consider pack, or has the bond or whatever."

"Dude you sound like me." Stiles chirped spinning at his locker and sending a raised brow look.

"Then your not sounding enough like yourself cause someone needs to be crazy right know." Scott crossed his arms.

"Rude. I'm not crazy, I'm smart, and I'd have to say all of us are pack, and those who are missing are hurting him." Scott stared a moment. "What?"

"I don't know, something feels different." Scott's eyes drifted down and up again at stiles.

"Stop that." He snapped in response.

"Sorry..." Scott muttered looking away and still thinking, the look wasn't looking on him. Stiles chuckled to himself.

    "What could feel different about me dude, I'm same old stiles." Lydia passed the two spinning and falling back against the locker Scott was trying to open.

    "Is it really safe to be here. I mean, with the whole alpha teenagers, though he is hot." Lydia spoke as she rolled her fingers on her chest.

    "Lydia, no." Stiles snapped playfully as Scott turned his head speaking.

    "Which one?" He asked earning a very confused look from his best friend.

    "The straight one obviously, why does no one get this." Lydia leaned up and moved around the two. "And Lydia yes, she likey." The woman smiled and pattered off to get flirting.

    "Wasn't she just saying it wasn't safe to be around at school. Why is she now flirting?" Stiles pouted as he closed his own locker.

    "Don't pout stiles. It'll happen eventually." Scott patted his friends shoulder and leaned against him as the two started walking.

    "I don't care about- ugh whatever. Question?" Scott pinched his lips looking to stiles. "Does it bother you that they can here us, like anywhere in school? Or like that anyone could be listening to us right know?"

    "I mean, it depends on who they are. If you were listening in on my conversation it wouldn't matter." Scott pulled himself into his seat as stiles copied the motion. "If those two were, or are, that makes me-"