"Are you not freaking out?" Stiles asks my brother as they follow a trail of lacrosse players out of the locker room.
"Hey," I chime, quick-stepping to catch up with them.
"Hey," both of them say back.
Stiles turns to smile between Scott and I. "I'm freaking out!"
"What the point?" Scott asks. "It's just a stupid title."
I furrow my eyebrows. Stiles turns and says, "I made first line!"
"Well, I'm happy for you, Stiles. Congratulations." I cross my arms over my chest, eyeing my brother carefully.
"Thank you!" Stiles beams at me.
"I could practically smell the jealousy in there." Scott's voice is weird. It's cold and uncaring.
"Wait - you could smell jealousy?" Stiles stops walking. I bump into his side as he turns to look at my brother.
"Brake lights, Stiles," I huff, bouncing backwards.
"It's like the full moon is turning everything up to ten," Scott says.
"You don't sound like everything's turned up to ten," I argue. Scott looks at me. "You sound like everything's turned down to zero. How could you not be happy for Stiles?"
"Yeah, how could you not be happy for me?" Stiles asks.
"I am," Scott deadpans emotionlessly. His face is blank.
"Fine, well, you can make it up to me," Stiles starts to ramble. "Can you pick up on stuff like ... I don't know ... desire?"
I straighten. I hope Scott can't pick up on things like desire. He's been around me and Derek enough that - what if Derek could pick up on desire? What if it wasn't a full moon thing, but a being a werewolf long enough thing? I can feel my face burning. I'm pretty convinced now that Derek could pick up on my feelings towards him.
"What do you mean desire?" asks Scott.
"Like ... sexual desire," Stiles clarifies.
"Sexual desire?" For half a second, Scott's eyebrows raise a little and it's the most emotion I've seen out of him all day.
"Yeah, sexual desire, lust, passion, arousal," Stiles rolls his 'r'.
Scott looks down the hallway. "From Lydia?"
I follow his gaze and find none other than Lydia herself standing at the end, talking to a blonde girl.
"What? No." Stiles sounds genuinely confused. "Like in a general, broad sense, can you determine sexual desire?"
"From Lydia to you?" Scott asks again.
"Fine, yes. From Lydia to me. Look, I need to know if I have a chance with this girl, okay? I've been obsessing over her since the third freakin' grade."
"Why don't you just ask her?" Scott demands.
"Well, to save myself from utterly crushing humiliation. Thank you, Scott," Stiles says. I wonder if he can feel how weird my brother is being. "Okay, so please, if you could just go up and ask her if she likes me ... See if her heartbeat rises, pheromones come out. I need to know if I should be moving onto ... someone else."
"Okay." Scott turns away expressionlessly.
"I love you," calls Stiles as my brother walks away. "I love you! You're my best friend in the whole world."
"Hey!" I smack Stiles on the arm.
"Well, as soon as you can psychically see whether or not Lydia and I end up married with two kids, then you can be my best friend in the whole world," Stiles tells me.
"Listen." I turn to Stiles. "I need to talk to you."
His eyes widen. "About what?"
"Not here." I pull him towards the exit.
"I've got to get to practice," Stiles protests. "I'm first line -"
"Then, let's walk to the lacrosse field." I look at Stiles as if he's the biggest idiot in the world. What direction did he think I was pulling him in? As soon as we're outside, I start talking. "Look, I don't know how far Scott's hearing can go or if he's listening right now, but does he seem weird to you? Like more than full moon weird?"
"The breakup with Allison -" Stiles starts.
"Yeah, the breakup with Allison." I roll my eyes. "But it's more than that. Stiles, he wasn't even proud that you made first line."
"Are - Are you proud?" Stiles furrows his eyebrows.
"That's - What - No, Stiles, that's not the - Well, yes, but that's not the point, Stiles," I stammer out. "Something's going on with him."
"We can talk about this after practice, yeah?" Stiles starts to walk away backwards.
"Scott's not even out here yet," I object.
"Yeah, but I'm first line. I gotta warm up." I watch my best friend turn and run away.
"Good luck!" I call to his back.
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Fanfiction"Don't be afraid of change. You might lose something good, but you'll gain something better." Emerson McCall is a pretty average high school student. She has one friend she shares with her brother, Scott, and between the two of them, she has all she...
