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

Chapter 10

Stiles' POV

I stand in Derek's bedroom, trying desperately to sort out my bow tie and failing miserably. A ring resonates through the house announcing Duke's arriving and making my botched attempt at this even worse.

"Fucks sake" I whine, getting it knitted together. I let go and clench my hands into fists and squeeze my eyes shut in an attempt to contain my annoyance.

"Stiles?" Derek's voice snaps me to attention and I see him walking towards from his reflection in the mirror. "What's wrong?" He asks, frowning as he looks at me, concern etched onto his face. I motion to my bow tie and let him make his own assumptions.

"Come here" he shorts, turning me to face in. He tips my head back by pushing on my chin and I watch him as he looks down in concentration, tying the bow tie around my neck. "There" he smiles triumphantly and turns me in his arms to look at myself in the mirror, his hands resting on my shoulders, a grin on his face.

"Do I look okay?" I ask, pulling nervously at one of my sleeves. Derek gives me a slow look from head to toe.

"Handsome" he tells me. "Like a catch" and he steps away and motions to the bedroom door. "Dom" is here. I roll my eyes.

"You know full well his name is Duke." I sigh but can't help smiling as I hear for the stairs. Duke is waiting at the bottom by the front door, Peter stood to his side, arms folded across his chest looking like a bouncer at a nightclub. I meet Duke's gaze near the final few steps but he doesn't say anything, he just gives a tight smile that doesn't reach his eyes.

"Don't you clean up well. Very dashing kiddo" Peter compliments and it reminds me of my Dad. I can't help it, I step over to Peter and hug him tightly. "Oh" he whispers, wrapping his arms around me too. Derek hasn't been the only one looking after me since I started staying here, Peter has had my back too and I'm so grateful. "Have a great night Stiles." He tells me as I pull away and then I turn to Derek, who is having a staring contest with Duke.

"Don't forget you have to be home by 10:30pm. Just call me if you need a lift. Have a nice night Stiles..." I feel like he wants to say more but he doesn't. He just gives me a small wave goodbye as Duke grabs my wrist and pulls me from the house. He lets go when we reach his Chevy so that we can both climb in and he slams his door a bit too hard for my liking. It's not until we're on the main road that he finally speaks.

"What was that?" He snaps, throwing his hand up to emphasise his annoyance, making me flinch away involuntarily.

"What?" I frown, trying to think what it is this time that's got him all worked up. 

"Don't play dumb with me Stiles, with Peter!" He snarls, slamming a hand against the wheel as his anger builds .

"Oh. Nothing. He, he called me kiddo and it reminded me of my Dad. I haven't see him for ages so, well I kind of see Peter as an uncle and I just needed a hug. It was nothing." I explain, hoping that this satisfies him, he only grunts in response and I see his hands grip onto the steering wheel a little tighter. In no time at all we are pulling into the school parking lot and screeching to a stop in a space. There's a few seconds of silence before Duke huffs and starts to climb out to the car, so I do the same.

The dance is in the gymnasium and there are people lining up at the entrance waiting to go in, Duke takes my hand and pulls me with him towards the line. As couples and groups enter they have their photo taken to commemorate the evening. Duke pulls me in at the waist in our turn and smiles a brilliant smile that I haven't seen since the first day we met. I don't even look at the camera as it flashes, I'm too busy looking at my boyfriend,  trying to figure out where it went wrong. Because it is wrong. I don't love him, not at all, I don't think he loves me, I don't think he ever has. I'm being pulled into the dance, there lights are flashing, the music blaring and teenagers are dancing against teenagers as they enjoy the night.