Hangover

Chapter One - Part 5

"You're doing WHAT!?" Scott said, as soon as they boys went out the school main exit and walked towards the parking lot.

"I gotta find out what happened last night! Unless there's something you're not telling me?" Stiles gave Scott a suspicious look. And Scott blushed. He BLUSHED. "Omg, WHAT are you not telling me!?"

"Nothing, I swear! Nothing important anyway..."

"So, it's nothing about Derek?"

"No."

"Or me?"

"No!"

"Or about how... you fucked Jordan?" Scott stayed silent, trying to act like he didn't hear him. "Or about how... Jordan fucked you?

"..."

"In... your ass?"

"WILL YOU SHUT UP!?" Scott yelled in Stiles face, making him take a step back, laughing.

"Woah, chill... But seriously though, are you even sure about what actually happened? Or IF it actually happened?"

"I don't think I would imagine having sex with another dude."

"Unless it's one of your deepest, darkest desires?" Stiles said, loud and clear. And for that, Scott punched him in the arm. Hard as fuck.

"Jesus!" Stiles laughed. "But are you going to talk to him or whatever?"

"And say what? 'Hi there, you very straight and law bound- man! I have a question... Did we get high and FUCK last night?'!? No fucking way."

"Well," Stiles said, as he sat down on a bench, close to where Scott had parked his bike. "You still gotta talk to him, sooner or later."

Scott sighed. "Yeah, I know... OR! I could just wait util he calls me?"

Stiles looked his best pal in the eyes. "Are you fucking kidding me? Dude, you know what you sound like right now? Like that one easy girl who just had a one night stand, and keep wishing that he would call because she doesn't know it was just a one-time-thing." Scott rolled his eyes. "You are being pathetic, Scott. PATHETIC! And really easy."

Scott laughed. "Says the fag who got banged, before even knowing the dudes name."

Stiles smirked back. "At least my date called me back."

Scott mouthed a silent 'fuck you' towards Stiles, as a teacher passed the two of them. "When are you supposed to meet Derek anyway?

Stiles thought about it. Derek hadn't really told him anything, other than 'come over to my place after school'. No time, no exact place. How was Stiles supposed to know where the guy lived!?

Then, out of fucking nowhere, a big, black Camaro rolled up on the road in front of Scott and Stiles. In the drivers eat, with the window down, was Derek. He quickly made eye contact with Stiles.

"Get in." That was all he said. No more, no less.

Scott turned from looking at Derek and his absolutely beautiful car (in Scott's eyes anyway. He LOVES cars), back to Stiles. "I guess that answers my question."

"Oh shut up, you slut..." Stiles said as he stood up and bumped into Scott's shoulder on his way to Derek. Scott chuckled watching Stiles go around the Camaro and climb in. As the Camaro drove away, Stiles saw when Scott jumped on his bike and drove home. Leaving his bag on the bench...

"Idiot..." Stiles chuckled low.

"What?"

Stiles turned towards the driving Derek beside him. "OH NO, not you, I was talking about my idiotic friend, Scott."