Alpha's Power

⇠Investigation Mode⇢

Stiles's leg bounced nervously as he stared at the clock above the door, tapping the end of his pen on his desk impatiently. Derek and I have been dating for two weeks. The werewolf has been staying at the hotel where the two meet every day after school for an hour before Stiles runs home. If the teenager had to be honest, he was too excited about their relationship to care about the pack's worrying glances as he disappeared every day for an hour. The teenager was more than ready to move forward with the werewolf, but Stiles had to go slow. Derek was too much of a wild animal at times, too nervous and skeptical to let people get closer to him, but every day the teenager slowly chips at the werewolf's walls.

As soon as the bell rang, the teenager quickly scooped up his books and bag and then rushed out the door, ignoring Scott and someone else calling for him. Slamming into his locker, the smaller teenager quickly shoved his books from his locker, stuffing them into his raggedy backpack, before slamming the door closed, yelping slightly as the small strawberry blonde leaned against the lockers. Twirling her hair with her finger. "L-Lyds? What are you doing here?" He asked nervously, glancing around. "Don't you have a date with Jackson or something?" He asked quickly.

The girl rolled her eyes and said, "Don't change the subject, Stiles." She growled lowly.

The teenager forced a smile on his face, as his mind was running a hundred miles a minute. "What subject? You haven't even told me what you wanted." He said it with a shrug.

The girl's eyes scanned the male for a moment as she pursed her lips. She pushed herself off the metal lockers and stood in Stiles's way. "You have been avoiding us, and I want to know why." She stated this, her eyes narrowing slightly.

Stiles froze slightly, mentally cursing at himself. Half of him was surprised it took someone this long to corner him and demand what was going on with him. The same part of him wanted to lie and come up with some excuse, but the other half of him knew it would only make everyone worry more. Chewing the inside of his cheek, the younger male ran a hand through his hair, feeling his cheeks turn pink slightly. "I've just been helping out my dad after school, that's all." He lied.

Lydia hummed as she took a few steps closer, leaning forward, so she was only a few meters away from him. "I thought your dad was out of town for a case," she asked, watching as the other male mentally groaned and ran a hand down his face. "Try again, Stiles," she demanded.

The teenager squeezed his eyes shut, damn it. Lydia was too smart for her own good. Stiles chewed his bottom lip, glancing around the crowded hallway. "You have to promise not to tell Scott." He whispered.

The woman nodded at the other man. "Let's talk outside on the football field to avoid prying eyes," she said, placing her hand on his shoulder.

Stiles watched her leave, letting out a sigh as he leaned against the locker. The teenager pulled his phone out of his pocket and sent Derek a text to let him know he was going to be late. Squeezing his eyes shut, he ran a hand through his hair once more before slinging his bag over his shoulder and starting to walk toward the field. The teenager wasn't surprised when the girl was already sitting on the top bleacher, fixing her make-up. Lydia snapped her blush container closer, her eyes flicking toward Stiles. "So who are you banging?" She asked nonchalantly.

The teenager froze, his eyes blown wide, for a moment before they returned to their normal size. His cheeks pink with embarrassment as he slowly sat down next to her. "Is it that obvious?" He stammered.

With a gentle laugh, the strawberry blonde squeezed the other person's shoulder. "Stiles, given the amount of time you are spending apart from the pack, this makes perfect sense. Unless you are secretly investigating another horrific paranormal case," She said.

"I really hate your Banshee senses sometimes." Stiles muttered.

"It has nothing to do with that; it's just the fact that I am a woman and I can spot the tells easily." She answered. After a little pause, Lydia said, "So, who is it?" She enquired.

The teenager chewed on his lower lip till he tasted copper and fiddled with his fingers for a few minutes. "I promise him I won't tell anyone; he's still unsure about everything." Stiles admitted.

The woman silently studied Stiles as she leaned back a little and pressed her lips into a narrow line. "Is it someone I know, at least?" She asked.

"Yeah..." Stiles trailed off, his eyes falling toward the ground.

"Are you happy?" Lydia quizzed.

The teenager stared at the other for a moment, sighing, and then smiled softly. "Extremely." He whispered.

The other teenager nodded her head slowly. "Then you have my support; I won't tell anyone else in the pack." She announced.

The man's lip twitched a little, tears stinging the edges of his eyes. "T-T-That's Lydis," Stiles exclaimed, winking as he glanced down at his phone. "I'm late for our date!" He sprang up abruptly and shouted.

Lydia's smile turned to a scowl as she carefully examined the man. "Are you going like that?" She asked a question.

Stiles glanced down at his clothing, then back up at the woman. "Yeah," he replied.

With a little snort, the strawberry blonde rolled her eyes. "Nope, tell them you'll see them tomorrow; I am fixing your wardrobe before you make them throw up." Raising herself from the bleachers, she said, throwing her purse over her shoulder.

The teenager gasped, bringing a hand to his chest. "I take offense to that; they so happen to love my clothing." He said it sarcastically.

Lydia started walking down the bleachers, shaking her head with a wide grin. "Sure they do; come on." She demanded.