Stilinski's Secret (Stiles | Teen Wolf)

Chapter 1: First Meeting

Wednesday | Afternoon

"Stiles, I think it's time we talk about something."

I looked up from my monitor to find my dad staring back at me, the wrinkles around his eyes more prominent like it pained him to think about whatever he was about to say. I recalled my internet history and my body stilled, I had only been curious about knotting and mating rituals alike.

Knowing the exact layout of my computer screen, I managed to clear my history all while looking at my dad still. Though if he had come to talk to me now that meant he'd already seen it...

"Yeah.. Dad?" I replied unsurely and he beckoned me outside. I gladly stood and walked into the hallway, closing my bedroom door behind me. I raised my brows at him and tilted my head. "If this is about my internet history then I really have no idea how wolves—"

"Stiles, what? No, this is about—" We stared at each other and I cursed myself inwardly. I couldn't have just waited five more seconds to hear what it was really about, could I. "What were the wolves doing?" my old man quirked a brow and I fidgeted under his gaze.

"Now, does that really matter? I'm sure what you came to tell me is much more important. I suggest you talk now while I'm interested, dad."

His raised brows fell and my shoulders relaxed. He let out a sigh and his calloused fingers rubbed at the crinkles in his forehead. "Yeah... About that. Stiles, you know how, before your mum and I got together—"

"You used to hate each other but then you guys met at a party after prom and things got aggressively jiggy with her." I relayed the familiar story with a childish snort. When my dad had told the story it was a lot more sensible sounding but I just had to break out a small laugh because this serious talk was nerve-racking and what do I do when I'm nervous? Babble.

"Stiles! Damn it, that is not what happened and hate is a strong word, I never hated your mother.." He began but suddenly I got a call, eager to get out of this awkward father-son conversation I dashed to the right, facing the window and answered. I heard my dad sigh heavily and conflicted simultaneously with Scott's bright voice.

"Dude, you gotta get out here, now." he explained.

"What, why?" My dad's footsteps faded and I presumed he'd left for work as I replied. "You said you were grabbing Lydia's maths notes, where the hell are you?"

"I'm in the woods, the clearing with the giant uh, um.." Scott was suddenly stuttering, trying so hard to find the word he was looking for. "Dude, you know what I mean."

"No, I don't know what you mean so where are you?" I decided to slip my shoes on while I waited for Scott to say the damn word and headed downstairs. While covering the speaker I looked for my dad, "I'll be back later dad." to no reply, I guessed he'd left already.

"The tree trunk!" I heard Malia growl between Scott's 'um's' and 'ahh's'. My insides tingled hearing her voice. "Get the hell over here, Stiles, and hurry." there was fumbling and a shout. Malia had dropped the phone into something and Scott was whining.

I rolled my eyes and ran through the door, grabbing my Jeep and reversed from the yard. I headed straight to the woods and jogged to the clearing. Malia embraced me as soon as I stepped foot into the opening and I laughed, running my fingers through her hair. She smiled at me and leaned in for a kiss. My teeth caught her bottom lip and she sucked on my upper lip before her tongue ran along the opening of my mouth.

"Uh, hello, guys, problem over here— guys? Guys!" Scott's voice and waving arms broke us apart. Malia slightly growled but I slid my hand in hers and approached the tree trunk.