Fill: Derek/Stiles Flat Tires and Subtle Hugs 2/6
So I should be writing my English 101 paper or studying for my pyschology test or a thousand other things related to getting my college degree. Yet I'm writing this instead.
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2. The hand that slapped down on the wood of his study table should have scared the pee out of him. But strangely enough his life had become a series of disrupted study sessions and wall slams. It was the face that said hand belonged to that had him squirming. Lydia had always had one intense glare that made all the air in the room leave suddenly. This was now amplified by the fact that she was a werewolf that could break him in two. He gulped as she leaned in closer to him.
“Have you avoiding me?” She asked nicely. Here tone was all sugar and honey and it made Stiles uncomfortable.
“Avoiding you? Pshh, of course not,” He squeaked out. He cleared his throat before continuing. “I’d never do that.”
“Are you sure? Because I don’t like it when people avoid me. It makes me angry and no one is happy when I’m angry."
"Oh my god that sounds like a really bad line from a mafia movie. Do you watch those? I always figured you'd be more of a romantic comedy kind of girl. But that would mean that you would have to have a sense of humor and I'm pretty sure you need a soul to have one of those. Not that you don't have a soul! Because I'm sure that you have this totally awesome soul that's hidden in there really deep-" Stiles stopped at the growl. "Oh god, don't eat me!"
"I don't eat fatty foods. You are dodging the question. Are you avoiding me?" Lydia asked, brows drawn closed in a frown.
"I'm not avoiding you per se," Stiles answered truthfully. He wasn't avoiding Lydia individually. He was avoiding the pack as a whole. Not that it was working very well apparently.
"Good," Lydia replied before leaving. Stiles watched her go with a frown.
What the hell was that?
*Stiles groaned in frustration as he struggled to fold the shirt exactly like Amanda, his boss had shown him. So far his new job sucked, but he needed it to pay for the tires he kept having to replace. Granted the first three sets had been his fault. Riding three times over the speed limit through the woods while wolves chased you could have that affect. But this last time, for the life of him he couldn’t figure out why all four of his tires had been flattened.
He summed it up to being a werewolf’s doing, but the only person he’d seen that day had been Jackson. Logically, he supposed that it could happen. Jackson could have slashed his tires just for the hell of it. But Jackson had offered him a ride, and Stiles couldn’t picture Jackson Whitmore, president of the ‘Make Stiles’ Life Hell Club’ ever going through all that trouble. Not to mention that such an elaborate plan would mean that Jackson was more than just good looks and teen angst. Stiles doubted he was.
“Are you even paying attention to me?”
Stiles was brought back to his current situation. Amanda was standing in front of him, her normal frown resting on her face. He smiled at her pleasantly.
“Can you repeat that?” Stiles asked.
“Are you stupid? How exactly do you plan on keeping this job?” she spat rudely.
“My charming personality and stunning good looks?” Stiles offered.
“You’re not charming and you have the sex appeal of raw hotdogs. Get these shirts done and then go home.”
“Wait,” Stiles interrupted. “You’re sending me home already. I just got here.”
“You’ll do more help far away from me than staying here.”
“But I get paid to help you,” Stiles replied.
“I’ll pay you double to leave.”
Stiles stared at her in shock, sure that this was a joke. Her face said otherwise. He folded the last few shirts, shifting nervously under Amanda’s strong gaze.
“Done. Are you sure you don’t need me to stay the full shift?”
“If you’re here within the next five minutes, I’m going to fire you! Lydia be damned!”
“Whoa, wait, what? You see what I did there with the alliteration? Lydia? What does Lydia have to do with anything? We are talking about Lydia Martin right? Of course we are. There’s only one Lydia that has enough power to get me a job here.”
“Leave now. Don’t clock out, don’t argue. Just leave.”
*Stiles dragged his feet towards the parking lot. He’d told his dad that he wasn’t getting off until 11. It was only 4 and his dad was patrolling. That left 7 hours to kill in a parking lot. Well this sucked. He missed his baby. He sat on the curb and pulled his phone out. He sent a text to Scott, then Alison when he realized that the time. Scott would be at soccer practice.
S: Wyd?
A:Training w/ dad. New huntn techniques. U?
S: Stranded @ work
A: Speakn of work, rn’t u suppose 2 b workn?
S: Amanda’s payn 2x $ 4 me 2 go
A: Ouch. She not a fan of urs?
S: It’s safe 2 say so. So I have nterestn news
A: Ahh do share. But make it quik. Dad’s gettn bitchy
S: 1 LYDIA MARTIN may b responsible 4 my new ncum.
A: Iol dont spell it c u m. Y do u think so?
S: OMG SHE JUST PULLED UP!!!
A: Who? Lydia?
S: G2G. TTYL
A: I’ll b @ ur place @ 8.
S: Bring pizza.
“Are you going to keep texting as if I’m not here?” Lydia demanded. Stiles immediately tucked his phone in his pocket. “Are you getting in or are you going to stand there all day?” He stood awestruck for a second before sliding in. Lydia wasted no time pulling off.
“Is something going on?” Stiles asked, shifting nervously. Lydia raised a perfect eyebrow and he continued. “It’s just that you’ve talked to me like twice in the last three days. That’s got to be a record. And you’re giving me a ride.”
“Would you rather walk?” Lydia asked angrily.
“NO! No, I appreciate the ride. It’s just…weird. I don’t know how to take it.” Lydia hummed in response, then cranked the volume up on the radio.
*The ride to his house had been an awkward one. Stiles had tried to start as many conversations as possible, but Lydia dodged all of them skillfully. He nearly jumped out of the car before it came to a complete stop, but Lydia held him back.
“Whoa, did you just go werewolf, super strength on me?” Stiles asked, trying to slow his heart.
“I give you a ride and I don’t even get a thank you?” Lydia complained, running her fingers over Stile’s scalp. Her sharp nails rasped against his scalp in a way that might have been comforting had she not been in full wicked mode.
“Um, thank you?” Stiles asked nervously. This was now beyond weird and he wasn’t sure what to do. He jumped in shock when Lydia laughed.
“Well once more with feeling Stiles.” Lydia giggled, wrapping her arms around Stiles’ neck. She let go shortly after.
“Did you just laugh at me? Did you just call me by my name? Did you just hug me?” Stiles fired off. Lydia’s response was to smile creepily and push him out the opened car door. He fell with a thud and before he could blink she’d reached across the console, closed the door, and sped off.
“Well fuck my life,” Stiles muttered.