Lemon Eyes- A Teen Wolf Fanfic

Do I Wanna Know?

Stiles turned up at Harris' office after school, unusually enthusiastic to be serving detention for once (but also extremely guilty at being enthusiastic for abandoning Scott to Peter and his dangerous pack, even if Scott now appeared to be on their side it was against his will).

Stiles had barely knocked on the door when it was ripped open and he was confronted with a mad looking Harris. His eyes were bulging and a vein in his head was throbbing as he carefully told Stiles that his detention was cancelled, appearing to be barely holding back rage.

Stiles blinked stupidly for a second before quickly backing away lest Harris' anger escape it's barely there restraints and converge on Stiles before he could escape.

A girl behind Stiles who must've also been scheduled a detention seemed to have had the same idea but she was stopped by a harsh spitting of her name and a "you still have detention, where exactly do you think you're going"

Stiles winced in sympathy, his heart going out to the poor girl who was going to have to spend an hour with this spitting-mad Harris.

Stiles had no idea why only his detention had been cancelled by the man who was famous for his lack of mercy until Erica Reyes appeared at the end of the corridor, a smirk on her pretty face, and he suddenly did.

One of the werewolves had done something to make Harris cancel his detention, now Stiles had realised he could identify the apoplectic anger of the infamous teacher to underlaid with fear, and the man probably deserved it anyway but Stiles scowled.

It wasn't okay to make unmovable people like Harris like that, no matter if they deserved it or not.

"Stiles" purred Erica coming towards him.

Stiles abruptly spun on his heel and resolutely started to stride in the other direction.

All of a sudden, the short skirted and low neck lined sexy she-wolf was in front of him and all in his face.

Needless to say, Stiles flailed.

Erica laughed as she dodged an out of control limb of Stiles'. "Sorry sweetie but you're coming with me"

Stiles, having regained complete motor control, somewhat selfishly decided (considering Scott) that that? Was not going to happen. He legged it.

Only to be pinned for the third (was it third? He'd kinda lost count) time in three days.

Stiles sighed as he regarded a sizable speck of dirt about 2 centimetres away from his pupils, cursing his inability at running away.

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Half an hour later found Stiles sitting in the dilapidated Hale house's kitchen, staring at the table which he had given into hunger at the day before and eaten an innocent bloodied rabbit raw like a rabid animal (like a wolf).

The rest of the so-called Hale pack were also seated at the table and -much to Stiles' dismay- Scott was at Peter' right hand side.

Peter was talking about pack dynamics again.

"-Boyd here, like Erica and Boyd, is a beta like you Scott but his eyes are blue not gold because he has killed."

Stiles glanced up at that in shock. He'd thought the beta trio were slightly off the rails, them helping in Scott and Stiles' kidnapping and 'training' and locking Stiles in a freezer and laughing at his being tossed across the room proved that but Stiles had never in a million years thought they had killed anyone.

"Of course, Scott-" Peter was still talking. "Your eyes won't be gold for long-"

Stiles stood up abruptly at that. "The only reason Scott's eyes will ever change colour -or whatever you call it- is if he kills your sorry ass!"

Stiles throat was hurting at how loud he had yelled that last part so all he could do when Peter Hale laughed and declared him feisty was glare.

"So, you did listen yesterday then?"

Stiles hated this. He wanted to leave. He wanted to be able to take Scott with him. He wanted to know if he had really taken Lydia's notebook.e wanted to know He He wanted to have never gone out into the woods on some crazy, stupid whim. He wanted to know what had made him go out into the woods that night. He realised now it was probably Peter somehow. Which made him want to know just how the alpha had influence over him.

Peter laughed again, the betas and even Scott joining in this time, causing Stiles to realise he had said all of that, if not some of it, out loud.

"You're a spark" (There was that word again) "You're drawn to your alpha."

"No one is my alpha" spat Stiles venomously, words like ash in his throat and hated that it felt like he was lying.

Peter smirked and Stiles knew he had sensed his inadvertent lie somehow. He hated it.

"What's a spark" Scott spoke up, asking what Stiles wanted to know.

"Pure magic" sighed Peter and next to him (surprising Stiles) Derek smiled.

Scott looked happy with that answer but Stiles? Was not.

"What the hell is that supposed to-"

He was interrupted by the doorbell, which shocked him into silence partly through wondering who could possibly be at the Hale's door but also out of surprise at there being a functioning doorbell.

"Aah" smirked Peter Hale and Erica giggled.

"Who's that?" asked Scott with puppy-like innocence.

"Pizza" said Boyd and Stiles head snapped towards him, this being the second word he had said since this whole ordeal had started (the first being no).

"And with it your first kill"

An update!! 5 months later :D 

Did you like this chapter?? It feels like it might be a bit of a filler even if it  might be the longest - \O /-

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