Savage: A Derek Hale/ Teen Wolf Fanfic

Chapter Eighteen

“Where are we going?” I asked for the umpteenth time.

Stiles continued walking forward through the threes. “You’ll see.”

“We shouldn’t be out here. My mom is in a constant state of freak out from what happened at the school.” Scott voiced, trying hard to get our destination out of his best friend.

“Well, your mom isn’t the sheriff, okay? There’s no comparison, trust me. Plus, Osiris is with us. I don't think she would mind.” Stiles smirked back at me.

I stuck my tongue at him and crossed my arms. “Can you at least tell us what we’re doing out here?”

“Yes. When your best friend gets dumped―” Stiles began.

Scott scowled at him. “I didn’t get dumped. We’re taking a break.”

“Nope. You got dumped. Trust me. I'm a girl, I know.” I smirked.

Scott glared at me, and Stiles continued onto his explanation. “Alright, well, when your best friend gets told by his girlfriend that they’re taking a break...” He whipped out a bottle of Jack Daniel’s from beside him that I hadn’t noticed before and grinned.

“You get your best friend drunk.”

I shook my head at the drunkard at my feet, who was looking around groggily at everything, while Scott perched on the rock with me, absolutely sober. Half of the bottle was gone, and if Stiles drank more, I was pretty sure he wouldn’t even remember what his name was.

Scott had drank but since his werewolf genes produced a lot of bodily heat and his healing abilities burned it off, he was just drinking water that stung a little. I, on the other hand, hadn’t even touched the damn bottle.

“Dude, you know, she’s just one girl.” Stiles slurred. “You know, there are so many…There are so many other girls in the sea.”

“Fish in the sea.” I corrected.

Stiles glanced up at me, with an utterly confused expression on his face. “Fish? Why are you talking about fish? I’m talking about girls. I love girls. I love ‘em. I love especially ones with strawberry blonde hair, green eyes, 5’3”…”

Scott rolled his eyes. “Like Lydia?”

“Yeah, exactly. Hey, how did you know I was talking about…about…what was I talking about?” Stiles grinned goofily at us. “Hey, you’re not happy. Take a drink.”

“I don’t want anymore.” Scott muttered.

Stiles set the bottle down and laid on his back. “You’re not drunk?”

“I’m not anything.” Scott shook his head.

“Hey, maybe it’s like…Maybe it’s like not needing your inhaler anymore, you know. Maybe you can’t get drunk, as a wolf. Am I drunk?” He furrowed his eyebrows.

“You’re wasted.” Scott stated.

I snorted. “That’s an understatement. You’re pissed out of your fucking mind, Stiles.”

He grinned happily, and put his fist out for Scott. “Yeah!”

The poor boy didn’t even spare it a glance.

Stiles let it fall to his side and sighed. “Aw, come on, dude. I know it feels bad. I know it hurts. I know…Well, I don’t know. But I know this. I know that as much as being broken up hurts, being alone is way worse.”