𝐁𝐞𝐭

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐰𝐨

if i told you where i've been, would you still call me baby?

Stiles felt a lot of things when he entered Jackson Whittemore's door with Scott, by excited wasn't one of them. Immediately his nose was filled with the alcohol, which he now could confirm his least favorite thing in the world.

"Hey, Scott! You made it!" Both boys looked to see Isaac, a red cup in his hand. He perked up when he noticed Stiles. "Hey! Didn't think parties were your kinda thing," Isaac said, the tone of surprise evident in his voice.

"It isn't really," Stiles responded warmly. "Just thought it'd be fun to do something else."

Isaac smiled and nodded. "I understand that. Anyways, you two are right on time. Lydia just called everyone around for a game of truth or dare."

Stiles glanced at Scott. "This middle school?" he chuckled once Isaac walked away. Scott shrugged.

"Stilinski joining us, too?" Cora asked, smiling once Isaac slung an arm over shoulder. Stiles chuckled.

"Alright, this everyone?" Lydia asked.

"I think I'll join too."

Stiles' eyes widened in surprise and nervousness wretched his gut. Derek. The dark haired boy winked at Stiles, who turned away. "Once Stilinski picks his jaw up off the floor maybe then we can start," Derek said, making Scott snort.

"Alright, Lydia, truth or dare," Derek said, starting first.

"Dare," Lydia said boldly.

"I dare you to take off your shirt for the rest of the game," Derek said with a smug look.

Lydia turned to Jackson. "Hand me my drink," she demanded. She finished most of her drink before bringing her shirt over head. "He's gay. He doesn't know what is like seeing a girl in just her bra," Lydia said.

Derek frowned, though his eyes shined in pure amusement. "Aw, Lyds. You want to sit in my lap? Protect you from all the drunk pervs."

"I hate you," Lydia snarled, flipping Derek off before crossing her arms over her chest. She suddenly smiled wickedly.

"Stiles, truth or dare?"

Stiles' inwardly cursed. He didn't actually expect to get picked. "Truth," he said, his brain not connecting to his mouth in time. He inwardly swore.

"Alright..."

Please nothing Derek related. "Have you ever wanted to kiss Derek?"

Cheesy ass question. Stiles shrugged, shaking his head. "Not interested," he responded. "Not really my type." He smirked over to Derek who growled.

"Never?" Lydia repeated.

Stiles shook his head with a fake smile. "Nope. Never intend for him to be my type." He knew he was being rude, but he couldn't help it. Destroying some bit of Derek's ego made him feel something. He didn't know what though.

Derek's snarled, glaring in Stiles' direction. "Derek, truth or dare?"

"Truth."