Teen Wolf Preferences

He gets jealous

Scott:

"Exactly! You got it!" You exclaimed and raised your arms in celebration. Liam smiled and set down his pen.

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but it actually makes sense." He ran his fingers through his hair and stared down at his biology homework in shock before looking up at you. "Thanks for helping me."

You smiled. "Of course, Liam. I knew you could do it."

He packed up his things and the two of you made your way out of the library. Once you stepped outside he gave you a friendly hug as he thanked you again. When you pulled away you saw your boyfriend standing in the parking lot.

"Scott? What are you doing here?" You questioned.

"You weren't answering your phone and I got worried. What are you two doing here this late?" He said with a tense look.

"She was helping me with biology. She's a great teacher!" Liam said, smiling at you. "I've got to get home though. Thanks again, Y/N. See you tomorrow, Scott."

As Liam took off, you waved Scott towards your car, silently offering to drive him home. He climbed in, but was still acting weird.

"Want to tell me what's wrong?" You asked as you pulled out of the parking lot.

"Nothing." His eyes followed Liam as he drove away. Then it clicked.

"Are you seriously jealous?" You asked with disbelief.

"What? No!" He got defensive quickly.

"Oh my gosh. You totally are!" You shook your head. "Scott, Liam is like my little brother and I want to help him with school. You of all people should understand that. He's just a baby. You know I only have eyes for you."

As you finished talking, you pulled up into his driveway and turned to him. He looked partly relieved and partly embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, babe." He said quietly, not meeting your gaze.

You lifted his chin to look him in the eyes before pressing your lips to his. When you pulled away you smiled. "Besides, why date a beta when you've got the alpha?"

Stiles:

In the middle of your date with Stiles, Scott called him and told him to meet the pack at the animal clinic.

"I'm sorry, babe." He said sympathetically. You could tell he felt bad about interrupting your date night.

"No worries. You can make it up to me later." You said with a wink as you opened the passenger door to his Jeep and slid in. Upon hearing that, Stiles fumbled with the keys and practically fell into Roscoe, trying to compose himself.

"Umm yeah." He cleared his throat. "Sounds good."

He tried to wink back, but in his excitement it turned into more of a blink, making you stifle a laugh.

When you arrived, Stiles opened the clinic door for you, but when you entered you saw the last person you expected.

"Jackson?!" Your eyes went wide. "You're back!"