Teen Sorcerer

Chapter 7

Stiles sighs as he listens to Scott go on about Allison, yet again, during one of the few times that they managed to get together to grab lunch at the diner. Scott was all excited as Allison was arriving home today and he was being all freaked out that she would not want to get back together, even though she had mentioned them as more than friends and being certain that he could win her back.

"She is supposed to be texting me once she is back home. Her dad was picking her up at the airport at ten" Scott said, for the fourth time, and Stiles rolled his eyes.

"That's great Scott, but have you heard anything more about this so-called Alpha Pack" Stiles pressed and groaned internally at the stubborn look that appeared on Scott's face.

"That's not my problem or yours Stiles. Let Derek deal with it, he's the alpha remember?" Scott complains. Stiles was fairly sure that Scott still hadn't manned up and apologized but there was only so much one guy could do.

"Scott, be smart. There is a pack of nutjob alphas in town who have already attacked Isaac, hurting him badly and you think that just because you are not part of Derek's pack, they will leave you alone?" Stiles scoffed and glared at his friend. "How did that work with Argents not bothering you since you didn't really want to be a werewolf? Let's see..." Stiles sees Scott's resistance building but doesn't stop "your girlfriend kidnapped and repeatedly shot Boyd and Erica. She also freed them afterwards, so happy to give credit where it is due but it doesn't erase her actions" he clarified as Scott was about to protest. "Her mother tried to murder you. Her grandfather threatened to kill your mom unless you helped him force Derek to bite him, which I am betting you still haven't apologized for, knowing that as soon as he did, Gerard was probably going to kill Derek to be an Alpha. Oh, and her dad shot you with an arrow and has threatened everyone, including me, multiple times. I am going be generous and not mention crazy Aunt Katie. Have I missed anything?"

Scott had the grace to look guilty, but Stiles knew that it wouldn't be enough to budge him if Scott had dug in his heels. "I'm not saying you need to join the guy's pack Scott or that he hasn't made his own share of mistakes because that is a whole other conversation, I'm just saying you need to keep informed. Heck, the Argents might even have some info you could get from Allie and Chris that could help everyone. All I am saying is that instead of everyone ignoring each other waiting for the Alphas to attack someone else, maybe we could work together...for a change" he adds sarcastically.

Scott looks annoyed, but Stiles can see his mind working and knows he made an impact so it is time to back off so, dreading what he knows will happen, he asks how long of a drive is it from the airport. Scott does a full 180 degree emotional shift and gets a huge smile on his face as he pulled up his phone to show Stiles the map he already had open. "I figure that she will get home in another hour or so but I'm not sure when she will be able to call" he says looking sad and Stiles groans at the teen's pout.

He is about to try to say something reassuring when Scott gets a text that makes his face light up. "Allison wants me to come to her house for dinner!" he yells happily. He starts babbling and Stiles figures that he's probably forgotten everything they talked about already. Seriously bro, you have to get the ability to think of something...anything...else when Allison is around.

"Great" Stile says weakly. But Scott doesn't notice as he starts talking about what he will say and do. Stiles tunes out when he starts on what flowers to bring and then deciding to make his mom's tres leches cake so he pulls out his phone calls her offering to make it himself but Stiles hears Momma McCall's pleas not to do that. Rule number one – do not let Scott McCall cook. She offers to make it before her shift, she has been dealing with the angsty teen as much if not more than Stiles so she was just as happy to get him out of the house.