confusion ~ a scisaac story

Chapter 7

After school, Stiles climbed into his jeep and leaned his head on the steering wheel, sighing.

He didn't understand Derek.

He had gone to the Hale manor the previous morning before he was supposed to go to school, because he was suspicious of what Derek had been doing lately. As he always was.

That morning had been different though. When he drove up in front of the house, he had instantly spotted a shirtless Derek, hanging from a branch, doing pull-ups. His jaw had dropped. Well, it always did when he saw him, but he decided to keep that to himself.

Exiting the jeep, Stiles had confronted Derek about what he was up to. The man tugged his shirt on as Stiles started speaking to him.

"Why are you so suspicious of me anyway?" Derek had smirked, walking back into the house.

Stiles had followed him, frustrated. "Uum.. I don't know. Maybe because the first time I came here, I found the torso of a girl buried in your front yard. Or maybe because you ripped your uncle's throat out with your claws. No, it could be because of your constantly threatening me. Or maybe because you're a werewolf.. Do you want me to go on? Because I can. For hours!"

Derek climbed the stairs, heading towards his bedroom, Stiles still on his heels. "So that's why you came here, is it? Because you're suspicious of me? Is that it then?" He picked up a towel from a chair and mopped at his hairline.

Again with his infuriating smirk, Stiles thought.

"Um, yeah. I'm the only one who's suspicious so I have to check it out by myself" Stiles mumbled nervously.

"Check what out?" Derek had inched forwards, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"You." Stiles had blurted out. And instantly regretted, might he mention.

"Uh–I mean, you know like check out the situation. That you're involved in. Um–it's not like I'm attracted to you or anything like I'm not checking you out.."

"Oh, you're not, are you?" Derek raised an eyebrow. "Then.." his eyes darted downwards. "Why do you have a boner?" He was still slowly moving closer.

"Oh–that–well.." Stiles bowed his head, embarrassed.

Suddenly noticing Derek's, he looked up at his face, eyes bright. "Well, why do you?"

For a few seconds, the world seemed to stop. Then Derek had smashed his lips to Stiles', pushing him against the bedroom door. Linking his fingers through Derek's dark hair, the man pushed Stiles up so that he was straddling him. He had stumbled towards his bed.

And one thing had led to another.

Now, as Stiles sat in his car, his head in his hands, he didn't know what to do.

It couldn't be a one time thing could it? Pack meetings were going to be very awkward if it was.

AN: euheuheuheuheuhe i thought yall might like some sterek!! also if you haven't understood, this is stiles having a flashback of something that happened on the same day as scott confronted derek about isaac (if you reread that scene now you might understand/notice things you hadn't before)