Jerome slid his hands into the pockets of the jacket and met Derek's eyes over Stiles' head one last time. Then his eyes flashed and his smirk grew more pronounced, teeth sharper over his grin. There was no denying it now. Derek had been right. Jerome didn't like him. In fact, he was pretty sure that he wanted Derek out of the way completely. - Or the one where Stiles meets a new werewolf in college who's a little too friendly and hates Derek's guts.