⊰ ☾ ⊱~; “Yes Stiles, you are always right.” The utterance came out with a bite of mockery, this was a familiar ground for the two of them at least, throwing words at each other just to gouge out some reaction; because they both knew how terrifyingly similar they can be, and just as opposing.
Hearing the sudden uptick in the teen’s heartbeat it only reminded the wolf that here he was handling with a human, someone who is fragile like a fine molded glass; breakable. Letting his grip to become more relaxed -since he didn’t really want to explain any bruises to the Sherrif- Derek trampled down the urge to knock Stiles out and just leave him at his house, sure his father should be home. Taking few deep breaths he could feel how the heat was slowly dying out, the rekindled fire deep in his gut once again settled for this small flicker of a flame which would never die out. It was almost hilarious how quickly the air around the other male seemed to shift, from anger to sadness, from concern to fear; Stiles truly changes fast like the wind. “To my car, where you will sit in and be a good boy.”He replied with a shit-eating grin as he looked back over his shoulder at Stiles, so much for the end of dog-jokes that he was a target of many times- the culprit behind them starring right back at him.
Derek always made sure to leave the Camaro some few blocks away from where he was headed, it was something that Laura had once told him while slapping him over the head since he almost gave them away. In small gestures he had started to recognize bits of his old pack; it was bittersweet. “You’ll be thankful tomorrow.”Derek harrumphed and quickened his pace, the subtle shimmer of his car nestled in a full parking lot making him speed up.”And you also stink. Not only of alcohol, there was something with you at that party, I’ll head back later to track it.”
“Get in.”Nodding his head toward the Camaro he unlocked the doors, pushing Stiles to the passenger seat with the one free hand pressed firmly into the small arch of his lower back.
“Mostly, yeah. --More than you.” he spit expressively and with confidence, his alcohol induced state leaving him more daring. He was still childishly trying to fight Derek’s grip as he took him to his car, feeling his heartbeat accelerate inside his ribcage. It wasn’t a strange feeling at all. Stiles’ heart was usually accelerating for the most random reasons. But he knew well what the reason was this time. And it wasn’t his ADHD. Or the fact Derek was annoying.
The teenager’s eyes widened ever so lightly in complete surprise, eyebrows lifting expressively. His lips pursed in a not-bad expression though, his arrogance and annoyance giving place to admiration. “Wait wait-- Does Derek Hale actually have a sense of humor? No, this is national news worth, lemme get my phone and record this--” he rushed sarcastically, throwing a look at the werewolf. Of course he was being sardonic and didn’t actually reach for his phone, but he kinda wanted. This side to Derek was actually pretty amusing, even if the Stilinski would never admit it.
“Thankful tomorrow?” he snarled with a laugh, and he was back to his usual arrogance around the Hale as he allowed the stupid wolf to drag him to his car. “Ya know you’re actually abducting me, right? Might not wanna know the feelings our law has over it. Unless you have going to jail in your plans for the next few years.” he reasons calmly and laughs to himself, amused at the perspective. Honestly, it’s all because he’s drunk. But he wasn’t drunk to the point he’d miss what the wolf said. He almost sobered up at such words even. “What? Something? Like what? Derek, we need to comeback. Half the school is in that party. I need to call Scott.” he urges serious, already trying to reach for his phone as he was pushed inside the Camaro. “Derek! Come on, man. There’s something in that party, you just said it yourself!”
