You Know What That Was For! (A STRREK Fanficiton)

Chapter 9

Stiles' POV

I would like to say that being grounded sucks, but, in all honesty, it's not so bad. Derek has reduced the amount of time the Pack are allowed to spend at the house for the two weeks I'm grounded, which means I've been spending more time with just him and sometimes Peter. It's actually been quite nice and I feel like I've gotten closer to them as consequence. I've just started my second week of being grounded and the only people who aren't particularly happy is the Pack who are now having to crash at Scott's when Derek kicks them out. Ms McCall because she's now babysitting more than she bargained for and Duke.

"Hey bro, how's being grounded treating you?" Scott grins as he stumbles up to my locker.

"Eh, alright" I shrug. "Wonder if Derek would let us do a bro night though? Watch a few films, play some video games?" Scott grins even wider and pats my shoulder playfully.

"That would be awesome. You ask! He's more likely to say yes if you ask." I frown and turn to look at Scott full in the face.

"What do you mean by that?" I ask, frowning deeper as I try not to overthink it.

"Oh you know. Now that you're staying with him and hanging out more, Derek seems to be being nicer to you than before. Nicer to you than anyone else."
Scott shrugs like it's not a big deal and he gives me a crooked smile.

"Who else has noticed this?" I ask, leaning against my locker to try and act nonchalant.

"Most of us really, Lydia even joked that he fancied you" Scott snorts just as Duke appears between us.

"Who fancies him?" He asks, a smile on his face that doesn't quite reach his eyes. Scott tenses slightly but doesn't move away.

"No one. We were just kidding around. See you later Stiles." Before I can even protest, he's walking away. Damn. That was the first proper interaction I've had with him since before... before the Nogitsune killed Allison. You. You killed her. No! The Nogitsune! I shake my head, dismissing my dark thoughts and turn my attention to Duke who isn't smiling anymore.

"Who fancies you?" He snaps, glaring down at me. I look away.

"He meant Derek because he's nicer to me now. He used to be an asshole. It was just a joke. Derek's not even gay." I tell him, and try not to flinch when he moves his hand and places it against the locker, he does the same with his other hand, blocking me in. My back against the lockers and my front pressed lightly up against him. Trapped. I frown. When did I start thinking of it as being trapped? I try to think but then his lips slam down on my own and I can't help but melt into the kiss, my hands find their way to Duke's hips where I grip tightly, pulling him towards me.

"BILINDKI NO PDA IN THE CORRIDORS!" I pull away to see Coach Flinstock standing outside his classroom door waving a foam finger at me in warning. Duke steps away, freeing me from between himself and the locker.

"Go to class." He tells me and then he turns on his heel and walks away.

...

It's lunch time and Duke and I are sat in his car eating lunch. Peter he started cutting my sandwiches into shapes, which makes me feel like a child but I secretly love it, today it's a wolf with pink eyes made from ham. I smile and almost feel bad for taking a bite and ruining it but Peter is constantly trying to make me eat and I don't want him to stop doing the animals because I don't want to destroy them.

"It's the school dance Friday." Duke says, he hasn't spoken to me at all since this morning and I know he's pissed about what Scott said about Derek.

"Oh, cool." I mumble not really knowing what to say.