With every word Harris uses Stiles feels like his head is being forced through a shredder. He wouldn't even be this bad except Danny had thought that using men to get over Derek was a bad idea so instead they drank a lot of alcohol. Stiles doesn't even know how Danny got the alcohol but the point is he did and Stiles is dying and he's pretty sure that if he moves his head from the table then he'll be sick.

"Mr Stilinski."

"What?"

"Am I interrupting your nap?"

"I'm not napping."

"Then please tell me why you're still in my classroom?" Stiles head snapped up and he looked around at the very empty classroom. Crap.

"Erm…where did everyone go?"

"Lunch I believe."

"Well I'll just be heading that way then." Stiles stuffed his stuff in to his bag and headed for the door.

"Mr Stilinski."

"Yeah?"

"I'll see you in detention." Dammit. Stiles waved a hand over his shoulder and headed out of the room. He walked in to the hallway and immediately smacked in to someone, could this day get any worse.

"Watch where you're going Stiles." Oh look it can.

"Derek I was just coming to look for you."

"Well you found me. Now I'm leaving." Derek started walking past him and nooo Stiles had to talk to him. He didn't know where they stood and he had to know if they were still friends.

"Derek are we still friends!" He's never seen a person's entire body tense before but it has to be painful. Derek turns on his heel and strides towards him until he's right in his face.

"What?"

"Are we still friends?"

"After last night."

"Look Scott told me about it and I just don't think this should come between our friendship."

"You cannot actually be serious."

"I just don't think we should throw away a good thing."

"Maybe you should have thought of that last night."

"What was I supposed to do? Scott wanted to do it face to face and we couldn't find you at school."

"Did it even occur to you that maybe you should have been the one to do it?"

"What would that have accomplished Derek. It's better that it came from Scott."

"Why? So you didn't have to look me in the eye and tell me the truth." Oh god he knows about the crush. Derek knows. How does he know?

"What are you talking about?"

"You know what? I have stuff to do and I really don't have time for you Stiles." Then he was turning away from Stiles like he was nothing. But…but they were…they were something.

"So what? We're not even friends!"

"We're not anything." Derek didn't even turn to face him; just continued to look ahead like he didn't even have enough energy in his body to look at Stiles.

As soon as Derek was far enough away from Stiles he let himself fall against the wall. He'd wanted to be mature and be friends but then he smelt it. It was a something he always associated with Danny, especially after a weekend, it was the sweat of other men and alcohol. But it was always different from lacrosse, with lacrosse it was made up of anger, determination, exhaustion and defeat if he went near Greenberg. This though, this was just lust and Stiles was covered in it, it was soaked in to his skin. There was no way he could be the bigger man when it's obvious that Stiles didn't care. He and Scott probably jumped in the jeep and laughed at him. How could he have been so stupid? As though someone like Stiles would ever be interested in him.

"Derek! I have been looking everywhere for you."

"What's up Lydia?"

"Do you still dislike Jackson?"

"Since the day I met him."

"Great. I need you to help me make him jealous."

"Why?"

"Because we broke up. And he thinks he's won the break up by dating that big breasted freshman. Lydia Martin does not lose and therefore I need to date you."

"You know I'm gay, right?"

"Of course I do. But the fact is half the school just thinks you're in some sort of panic, and the other half is just hoping they can turn you back or whatever."

"That's…what? Turn me back?"

"We live in a small town Derek."

"Still. But what does all of this have to do with Jackson?"

"Jackson was just thankful that you weren't taking away the woman."

"So you want to date me? How will that help?"

"I just need to date you long enough that he comes crawling back. Then I can reject him."

"Lydia, not that I wouldn't love to make Jackson cry, because I'm sure he would but I'm going through a lot right now."

"You mean Stiles?"

"You know?"

"Of course. I like to know my competition."

"I'm not competition. He doesn't even like me."

"Derek, Stiles has been outwardly obsessed with me since the 3rd grade. He's wrote me stupid poems, asked me out and built me up to be this unreachable object. But with you, he picked out your flaws first. He's been trying to figure you out for years, believe me when I tell you he likes you. Probably more than me."

"But Lydia Martin doesn't lose."

"He's funny so he deserves to be happy. And you're not funny at all so you're a perfect match."

"Aren't you supposed to be getting me to help you?"

"And you will. Because if anyone can help you get Stiles it's me."

"You think so?"

"Yeah. Because for whatever reason Danny told me that he's decided to focus on me now that I'm single. So we just have to make sure I'm back with Jackson and then he's back to focusing on you, and you can swoop in and console him or whatever."

"Yeah there may be a problem with that."

"What did you do?"

"I may have told him there was nothing between us."

"You're a moron."

"I was angry."

"About?"

"I asked him out and he sent Scott in to reject me."

"That doesn't make any sense at all."

"Well it's what happened."

"But he likes you. Why would he reject you? And I know Scott, he's all for people doing the right thing, he wouldn't have rejected you for Stiles. He would of forced Stiles to talk to you and set things straight."

"Still doesn't change the fact that it's what happened."

"Okay I'll make you a deal. You help me make Jackson jealous and then I'll interrogate Scott."

"He's not a criminal."

"Of course he isn't. But he does have information I want."

"You're slightly terrifying."

"Thank you. Now do we have a deal or not?"

"Fine. When do you wanna do this?"

The plan was to do it at Jackson's party this weekend. They had come up with a step by step plan, okay, Lydia had come up with a step by step but Derek listened. They were going to show up together and then Derek was going to play the doting boyfriend and they were going to rub their perfect relationship in Jackson's face. Well that was the plan; apparently the plan was now going to happen in the middle of the cafeteria. At lunch. And all because Jackson had brought his new girlfriend to sit with him, which meant she was sitting with Lydia. Lydia had been able to put up with Jackson making out with his girlfriend but she drew the line at him pushing his girlfriend up against her arm to make out with her. So she'd stood up, stormed across the room and grabbed Derek.

"Were doing this now."

"What? But the plan!"

"Well that was before he was making out with her against me!"

"So what do you want to do?"

"Kiss me."

"What?"

"I need to make a statement. So kiss me."

"Just like go for it?" Lydia rolled her eyes then fisted her hand in his shirt and pulled him forward. He stumbled in to her slightly but she used her other hand to brace him and he shifted till they were closer. Her hand moved up to wrap around his neck and he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled till she was flush against him. They keep their mouths closed but play up their movements; Lydia fists her hand in his hair and rakes her nails down his back and Derek grips her till she's stretching up on her toes. They break apart and rest their foreheads together to keep the moment the image of intimacy. The cafeteria was noisy and Derek could hear their names being spoken, most of it in regard to Jackson. There were a lot talking about his sexuality. But the important and point of all this was Jackson and he was fuming. Derek could hear his girlfriend trying to catch his attention but he was completely focused on Lydia wrapped around him.

"Thank you."

"Not a problem." He gave her a small smile and they pulled away from each other. The thing with being a werewolf is that when you get closer to someone you start to memorise things about them. The way they smell the way their voice sounds and their heartbeat. It's how he knows that Erica is flirting with Boyd outside, that Isaac is in the library and that Cora is with her friends on the bleachers. "Oh god no."

"Derek what's wrong?" He looked her in the eye and she looked so concerned for him but he couldn't speak to comfort her. He twisted in her arms and looked towards the entrance of the cafeteria; she followed his line of sight and let out a small gasp when she noticed Stiles. His breathing was heavy and his heartbeat erratic as he looked between them, then he was turning on his heel and fleeing. He didn't know what to do, he was frozen to the spot and then Lydia was digging her nails in to his back and dragging his gaze back to her. "Go after him moron." He gave her a jerky nod and then ran after Stiles.

There was only two people in the hallway and neither of them were Stiles. He jogged down to them and they stopped their conversation to look at him.

"Can we help you?"

"Do either of you know Stiles Stilinski?"

"Yeah, were in the same chem class."

"Great, have you seen him?"

"Erm…no sorry we just got here."

"It's fine. Thanks anyway." He smiled at them and left them to their conversation. He tried to use his hearing to locate Stiles but he couldn't hear anything over his own heartbeat. It was loud and wild and he needed to calm down. He ran in to one of the empty classrooms and leaned against the door. Three deep breaths later and he was calm enough to listen to everything. The cafeteria was still brimming with gossip, a couple was making out in the supply closet, Mrs Dye was shouting at a student for dropping food on her shoes and there was someone crying in the boys bathroom. He focused on the heart beat and hated that it was the right one. Hated that he was the reason for Stiles crying. The bell sounded through the school and Derek pushed through everyone to get to the bathroom. There were people getting in his way so he used some of his strength to push them to the side. He's not even sorry. The bathroom was in sight and he could see the door opening, so he surged forward and pushed inside. The kid on the other side looked terrified so Derek let him escape. There was crying coming from the third stall, and Derek knew he'd need to fix this quick.

"Stiles?"

"I know it's you."

The crying turned in to sniffling and Derek knew the boy was trying to pretend like he wasn't there.

"It's not what you think. I wouldn't do that to you. I know how much you like Lydia."

"So why kiss her in the middle of the cafeteria?"

"I'm sorry. You weren't supposed to see it. She wanted to make Jackson jealous."

The stall door banged open and Stiles stepped out. "And I'm so fucking sure that no one else in this school could have helped with that." His eyes were puffy and red-rimmed, there was tear tracks down his face and he looked utterly broken.

"Stiles…"

"Fuck you Derek!"

"I know you're mad."

"Mad? I'm not mad. You think I even care that it was Lydia!"

"Of course."

"Was this some huge joke to you?"

"What? No!"

"Then what Derek? Did you just wake up one morning and think I know, today will be the day I pretend to like Stiles Stilinski."

"I'm not pretending."

"Was it a step plan? Step 1. Make him think I like him. Step 2. When he thinks I like him, crush him by asking out his best friend. Step 3. Prove how pathetic he is by kissing the only girl he ever liked."

"Wait what? Who did I ask out?"

"Are you fucking serious! What the fuck is wrong with you Derek? We fucking argued about it this morning. You know when you said we were nothing. Well you were right. Congratulations Derek, you did whatever it was that you set out to do, mission afuckingcomplished."

"I di…"

"Just stop Derek. I can't listen to this anymore." Stiles moves round him and honestly he just doesn't know what to say. Doesn't understand why Stiles would think he asked out Scott. He's never even shown any interest in Scott. It's Scott. The guy looks like a puppy. The note was left in Stiles locker. Stiles locker.

It had to be his locker.

It had to be.

He found Scott in the library. Angrily dragging his pen over his notepad till the pages ripped. He'd obviously heard about Derek kissing Lydia. But this was Derek's best chance. Derek stood across from him and it only took Scott seconds to recognize him then lunge across the table at him. Derek used his strength to pin Scott down to the table by his neck.

"I'm sorry."

"I'm gonna kill you. Let me go!"

"Scott just listen to me."

"No fucking way! I gave you a chance Hale now I'm gonna kick your ass." Derek rolled his eyes and flipped Scott till he could hold him in his chair. He knelt down in front of the boy so that he could look him in the eye.

"You can hit me later. Right now I need you to tell me where your locker is."

"What?"

"Where's your locker?"

"You know where it is Derek. Assuming you put the note in it yourself." His hands dropped away from Scott's body and he sat back against the floor. This was his fault. All of it. He'd screwed everything up with Stiles just because he couldn't put a fucking piece of paper in the right locker.

"It was his locker."

"What?"

"It was supposed to be his locker."

I know you guys probably aren't very happy with me but I want you to remember that I do love each and everyone of you!