"Okay. First of all... When did that happen and why didn't I hear about it?!?" -Stiles couldn't believe it.

"Start of 4th quarter of freshman year. You were sick and absent that day."

Stiles remembers now. The next day he came back to school, Scott was a little awkward around Y/N and vice versa. So that's what happened. Then he remembered catching Scott stare at Y/N from time to time since then. So that was the getting-curious-about-her-then-liking-her-after-observing-and-getting-to-know-her stage of Scott.

"Okay. It's just the start of the school year, so that couldn't be over 6months ago now... Still, Why didn't you tell me?!?"

"I felt really bad. She cried as she walked away. So I didn't wanna tell you that. I'll never hear the end of it, if I did. And besides, that's not the point now! What should I do? I can't just go: 'Hey, Y/N. Nice to see you. I turned you down before, we were classmates in all subjects, I observed you, got to know you, and I like you now, so go out with me.' like that, huh?" -almost needing his inhaler.

"Slow down. Yeah, that's really bad." -Stiles slapped Scott's chest with his backhand, then pointed his lips to the end of the hall.

Y/N walked in with her friends and headed straight to their lockers. She wore her red chuck taylor and skinny jeans, topped with black blouse and a red jacket. Her hair in a messy bun style. Backpack on one shoulder and books held close to her chest.

"I have a plan." -Stiles dragged Scott to walk down the hall with him.

And then nudged Scott towards Y/N as they pass her by, knocking them against each other.

"Wha- Sorry. I'm sorry, Y/N." -Scott held Y/N by her arms, keeping her from falling back to the lockers.

"It's okay." -Y/N didn't even look at Scott and started walking away to her first period class.

"What the fuck, Stiles?!?" -Scott tapped Stiles's shoulder. His face, red from embarrassment and the effect of body contact with his mate.

"How does she smells like, then?" -Stiles not looking away from Y/N.

"What???"

"I mean, chemosignals, Scott."

"Uhm... she was... a little angry... annoyed." -Scott's shoulders slumped.

"Aww, shhh there, there." -Stiles patting Scott's head.

---

The duo spent the day thinking of how Scott could go about Y/N being Scott's mate. How he could possibly approach her knowing the history of Scott turning her down, which basically meant: I don't like you. So I did not go out with you.

"McCall!" -Coach Finstock shouting from the sidelines. "Get your head in the game!!!"

They're at Lacrosse team practice. They just made first string and here he is messing up already.

"Scott! Forget about Y/N for now. We don't want Finstock taking back our first string status." -Stiles bumping their heads together.

"I can't! She's over there! I can't stop noticing her. Her scent."

Y/N was sitting at the bleachers near Scott's goal.

---

Y/N let out a sigh. She wasn't really interested in sports. She's just here to accompany her best friend. Who was cheering for her boyfriend. And also, Scott is in the team. She let out a deeper sigh as she remembered. Of course she remembered the day she asked him out and got turned down. A few months after that, she avoided him. Mainly out of embarrassment, and Scott didn't talk to her either. Which did not seem to bother the boy at all.

She glanced over where Scott is and was a little surprised when she saw him also looking at her direction. She looked away and turned her gaze to her book. Wearing her headphones and blasting loud music through it.

She still has a tiny bit of crush on Scott until now. Sure, he broke her heart back then. You can't force someone to go out with you. Or to return your feelings. Y/N had no other option but to accept. But no matter how she tried to forget Scott, for some supernatural reason or whatever, her feelings always return for Scott. There's just something about Scott. Everytime she starts to move on, something comes from Scott. May it be a change in clothing, or hairstyle, or aura, something. Just, it's like, the universe prevents her from moving on.

And that little bump in the hallway made her notice Scott's changes even more. He was taller and more bulky compared to before. Stronger too, able to hold her steady. Whatever happened?

"Oh shit!" - Stiles shouted.

A teammate shot to the goal but it bounced on the metal framing. The ball is now headed towards Y/N.

"Y/N!!!" -Scott called. But because of the headphones and loud music, Y/N didn't hear him.

Scott sprinted towards her, catching up to the ball. Scott jumped to swat the ball down, going down with it. He landed and slid just before Y/N's feet.

"W-What?!?"-Y/N jerked her headphones off. "Scott?"

"H-Hey." -Scott showed her the ball in his lacrosse stick.

"Oh my God! Y/N, you were almost hit!" -her best friend explained to her.

"Oh... thanks, Scott." -She looked at Scott on the ground.

"Ah-yeah. No problem."

"McCall!!! The world doesn't stop for your ass!"

---

"That's good right?" -Stiles told Scott as they showered after practice. "Y/N's hero~"

"You think?" -Scott asked, hopeful.

"I hope so. But it's a start."

They finished showering, wrapped their towels around their waist and headed back to get dressed. In their team locker, Scott caught someone say Y/N's name.

Stiles was still blabbering about, Scott placed a hand over his mouth. And started focusing on the conversation.

-Yeah, try asking her out- -one of his teammates

-I'm not really sure. Y/N seems uninterested in dating.-

-I'll ask my girlfriend to introduce you two.-

-Okay, then.-

Stiles broke free from Scott's hold. "What was it?"

"Get changed first, we'll talk out of school."

---

"What?!? oh my, that guy is interested in Y/N?" -Stiles drinking from the bottle of Jack Daniels and then passing it over to Scott.

"I don't wanna drink."

"Okay... you know what, you shouldn't think about what other guys are up to. You should think about yourself. How about you ask her out already? Tomorrow?"

"It's not that simple. I broke her heart back then."

"Then tell her why you rejected her then and then say you got to know her better afterwards and started to like her. And you would like to take her out on dates."

"Do you think that'll work?"

"Just be honest. She'll appreciate it. And I know you didn't reject her badly, I mean, you weren't a jerk about, right? Right?"

Scott did not answer.

"Ohmygod! How did you reject her?!?"

"Relax, I wasn't harsh or anything. I just said...Sorry, but I don't have time for dates. I was just starting out at the vet clinic then. And then errands at the hospital for mom."

"Okay. Then just tell her that."

"What if... her reaction is not favorable?"

"Well... you gotta respect that. Can't really blame her, right?"

---

Scott decided to take Stiles's advice. But doing little gestures first before leading onto the asking out part. Scott was early to school every Tuesdays. And sits at the bench where Y/N's school bus always parks. Tuesdays is music club day for Y/N. She'd be carrying a guitar. Scott knows she doesn't leave her guitar in school. As Y/N got out of the bus, and passes Scott, the young werewolf offered to help her carry her guitar.

"Hey, Y/N. Let me help you on that."

"Uhm..." -Y/N was hesitating but she really needs help. She's holding her backpack on one shoulder, a diorama project on one hand and the guitar on the other hand. So she accepted Scott's offer. "Alright. Thank you."

Scott took her backpack and guitar. And then smiled at her. They were walking towards the entrance now and into their first period class. Scott kept helping her with her backpack and guitar until the 3rd period.

"Uhm, I'm okay now, Scott. Thanks." -Her other hand is free now as she was able to drop the diorama in the art club room.

"You sure?" -Scott hesitantly gave the things back.

"Yeah. Thanks."

Both their hands touched a little with the exchange. They have different subjects next, so Y/N started walking to the opposite direction.

"Wait." -Scott stopped her by holding her hand. "Listen. Are you free after school today?"

"W-What?" -Y/N blushed.

"I wanted to talk to you about something." -Scott was a little shy too.

"Uhm... I... I have music club after."

"After that, then?"

"That's... about an hour, Scott."

"It's okay, I'll wait." -Scott still holding her hand.

"Well... okay then."

"Okay. See you later "

---

It was starting to get dark when Y/N left the music club room. Scott was sitting on the floor by the door, leaning on the wall. He immediately stood up as students started exiting the room.

"Hey." -he greeted Y/N.

"Yeah. Thanks for waiting."

They left the school building and started walking. The walk was quiet. Y/N tried not to think about what Scott's gonna tell her. Scott led her to his car, well, his mom's car. He insisted to borrow it today.

"I'll drive you home." -Scott offered.

They got in the car. Scott didn't start the engine immediately. They sat there in silence for a few seconds.

"Uhm... Y/N." - Scott couldn't delay it any longer. "Listen, first of all. I wanted to apologize to you. Back when I turned you down... I was not in a good place that time. I was running hospital errands and I just started at the vet clinic. I didn't really have dating in my priorities back then."

Scott observed Y/N for any reaction. Y/N wasn't looking at him. She fixed her gaze on the dashboard.

"I'm sorry, Y/N." -Scott continued. Y/N just nodded. Doesn't really know what to do. "Uhm... after that... things settled down a bit for me. And I... I got to know you. I had a change... I started to like you. Really like you... please, Y/N, look at me."

Y/N took a breath, blinking trying not to cry. Scott took her hand. That made her look at Scott.

"I like you. Will you go out with me?"

"Uhm... Scott... I... want to think about it."

Scott's heart dropped. "Y-Yeah. Of course. I understand."

Y/N pulled her hand out of Scott's gently. Scott then turned on the car engine and drove Y/N home.

On the way to her home, Y/N was already thinking. Over and over. Of course she wanted to go out with Scott. She still likes him. But she was hurt. She wanted Scott to make up for it. She will give her answer come Friday.

"Uhm, here we are." - Scott stopped in front of Y/N's house. He assisted her until her doorstep.

"Thanks, Scott." -Y/N opened the door and a little boy ran up to her.

"Who's that?" -the boy asked.

"His name is Scott. Scott, this is my younger brother."

"Hi."

"This is Scott?!?... hmph!" -the boy punched Scott's thigh.

"Hey! Stop it. That's not nice." -Y/N.

Scott was taken aback.

"He made you really sad! I hate him!" -the boy punched Scott's thighs again and then ran back in the house.

"S-Sorry about that." -Y/N embarrassed.

"It's okay. I understand. I probably deserve that."

They stared at each other for a few moments. Scott wanted to kiss Y/N right then and there. But he can't. He shouldn't.

"Friday. Give me until Friday to to think about it."

---to be continued---

part 2 (done.)

➳

“Hey,” Scott ran after Lydia, who was making her way towards her locker, “can I ask you something?”

“Sure, what’s up?” she said when he caught up with her, just as she had reached her destination.

“It’s about Y/N.” Lydia pulled open her locker to put in some books, before searching for the book she needed for next period.

“What about her?” she furrowed her brows, not following what this was about.

“I think she likes one of us.” He said nervously.

She finally looked up at him and let out a small laugh. “Well, as big as my ego might be, I doubt it’s me.” She patted him on the shoulder lightly before rummaging back between her books, finally finding the one she needed.

“What? No, I mean one of the pack.” He paused, waiting for a reaction that didn’t come.

“Listen, her heart rate went crazy at lunch time, and I was wondering if you might know who it is.”

“Well, I don’t.” she slammed her locker shut. “But if you want to know so desperately, just look who she’s with when her heart beat speeds up.”

➳

Next period you had was with Scott and Stiles. You had been walking with Stiles towards the class room, since Scott had claimed he needed to do something first.

“And then the girl finds out he was her father, so she—” Stiles rambled on and on about the tv show.

“Stiles, you can binge watch it at my place if you stop talking about it right now.” You let out a sigh. Damn that boy was exhausting. You grabbed a book out of your bag, making your eyes wander towards the door, so you could see Scott walk in. You quickly looked away towards Stiles when your heartbeat went a little crazy.

“And I was wondering if I could sleep over since you have one of those convertible sofa beds?” He gave you his warmest smile and a puppy look.

“Sure,” You said nervously when you saw Scott take his place next to you, “but if you snore I will kick you out of my room.” You playfully threatened.

“I don’t snore!” He shifted his gaze towards the boy sitting next to you. “Scott, tell Y/N I don’t snore.”

You turned around to look at Scott and tried to look indifferent, but he just looked at you two like he had been caught doing something he shouldn’t have.

“Hmm,” he hummed, “what?” He asked absent mindedly.

“Everything okay?” He asked his friend, sounding worried.

He looked between the two of you, and you weren’t able to control your heartbeat. Damn it, he could probably even hear it from miles away.

“Uhm, yeah, just a bit lost in thoughts.” He gave you and Stiles a fake smile, but the last one didn’t seem to notice.

“Quick Y/N, write down the date, because that doesn’t happen that often.”

You smiled and rolled your eyes, turning your head back towards the other side. “You’re an idiot.” Scott was watching the both of you closely.

“Yeah, but you love me.” He smirked.

Next to you, Scott was observing the two of you with wide eyes.

You laughed at your best friend. “Shut up.”

➳

When the final bell rang, you made your way towards your locker. You just rounded the last corner when you saw Stiles waiting at your locker.

“You really can’t wait 2 minutes to see me?” You smiled at him while unlocking your locker. “You did offer me a ride home.”

“Yeah, about that,” he began, but you abruptly cut him off.

“Stiles, don’t make me ride that bus.” You pouted. “Please.” you blinked your eyes a couple of times.

“No, I can still drive you home,” he said, so you started rummaging through your locker to find your stuff. “I just wanted to tell that I’m quickly going to stop at my home first, so I could grab some of my stuff,” you looked back up at him at this point, just in time to see Scott round the corner coming towards his locker, which just happened to be near yours, “and then I could just stay at your place afterwards.”

You quickly looked back at your friend, feeling your heart rate go back up.

“Sure, let’s go.” you smiled, closing your locker, following after him.

“Oh hey Scott, didn’t see you there.” you greeted when he was closer.

He looked at you and Stiles, and seemed to examine the two of you.

“Hi, well, see you tonight.” he smiled at you.

➳

“Lydia!” Scot yelled in the parking lot when he saw the strawberry blonde locks bouncing while she walked to her car.

“I found out who she likes.” he said when he had caught up with her. “It’s Stiles.”

She looked surprised. “We’ve got to tell him.”

➳

You held the door open so Stiles could come in with his stuff, which barely fit through the door.

“You realize you’re just staying here for one night, right? I’m kicking you out of my house first thing tomorrow morning.” You told him, walking through your house towards your room while holding all the doors open for him to pass through. He just dropped everything on the sleeping couch, making it easier for you to see what exactly he had been carrying.

“Really Stiles? A pillow?” You looked around your room towards your own bed, filled with cushions, and back towards the couch, which had its own pillows as well, “blankets, and a night lamp?” You raised one eyebrow, making clear he was an idiot. “What are you going to do, build a blanket fort?”

“For your information, these are all vital supplies, okay.”

You picked up 3 tubes of gel. “Vital supplies, right?”

Stiles was about to answer with a snarky comment, when his phone beeped from somewhere under all his stuff.

“It’s Scott.” He announced when he had found his phone, and pushed the answer button. “Hello?” He asked.

You placed your bag near your desk, and started taking out some books you’d need during the weekend.

“Oh, Lydia, hi, what’s up?” He suddenly asked, making you frown. Why would Lydia be with Scott? And why would she call with his phone?

It seemed like she had a lot to say, because it took a while before Stiles spoke again. “Are you sure?” He looked up to where you were standing, and you mouthed a ‘what?’ at him.

“Yeah, well, thanks for telling me.”

“What’s going on?” You asked curiously.

“What?” He looked up from his phone. “Oh, nothing, just something about a group project we’ve been working on.” He said absent mindedly.

“Okay,” you accepted his answer warily, “you want to get those snacks ready?” You walked passed him towards your door, “oh, and I want to order some pizzas for later, sounds good?”

“Yeah, sure.” He agreed thoughtfully.

➳

Your friends had arrived, and you had ordered some pizzas for dinner. You had found some of your old games, and you all decided to play some sort of quiz game.

“I want Stiles!” You shouted out when there had been decided you and Lydia were appointed as team leaders, making everyone look at you, and Scott almost spitting out his water.

“What?” You asked them all. “No offense, but he is clearly the smartest of us all,” your eyes met Lydia’s, “besides Lydia of course.” You hastily added.

“Hey, uhm, Y/N, can we talk?”

You raised an eyebrow, not knowing what the problem could be.

“Sure.” You followed him towards your room, where he closed the door behind you.

“Y/N, I might be smart, but you know what else I am?” he started his conversation.

“Confusing?” you tried, really not getting what this was about.

“I’m socially awkward, a sarcastic pessimist, and truthfully, I am not that good at lacrosse.” He started ranting.

“I would never date me.”

Not knowing where this was coming from, you started cheering him up.

“I don’t really know what kind of crisis you’re having right now, but come on Stiles. You’re sweet, caring, a good listener, and since when is being sarcastic a negative thing? I’m sure someone likes you, and they might be closer than you think.” You winked at him, hinting at his adorable crush on Lydia.

His mouth fell open in shock, and his eyebrows couldn’t be closer towards his hairline than in that moment.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry I have to say this, but I’m your friend.”

You raised an eyebrow, still not knowing what was going on. “And you’re sorry about that because?”

He sighed. “We can never be more than friends.”

You looked at him for a moment, before bursting out in laughter.

“I’m serious!”

You stopped laughing when you saw he wasn’t making a joke. “And why would we want that?”

“Well, Scott noticed your heart rate went faster whenever you were near me, and Lydia told me earlier.”

You placed your hand over your forehead. “And you listened to Scott and Lydia? I’m seriously regretting calling you smart.”

He tilted his head in confusion. “But if it wasn’t me, then wh—, oh.” he said, suddenly looking smug. “I know who you like.”

“Stop looking so smug.” You narrowed your eyes at him, irritated he now knew about your crush.

“You got to tell him Y/N.” He reasoned with you. “He needs to know.”

“But what if he just sees me as a friend?” you asked, suddenly feeling vulnerable.

“You’ll never know if you don’t try.” he reasoned with you. “And if you don’t say anything, I will.”

You narrowed your eyes again. “You’re Satan.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” he said, looking smug again.

“Scott!” you yelled from the hallway towards your living room, Stiles walking in front of you. “We need to talk.” you said when you saw your friends eagerly waiting to know what happened. You didn’t wait for a response and just made your way back towards your room, sure he would follow.

“Oh oh.” Mason muttered. “She knows.” Malia added.

“Yeah?” he asked innocently when he had entered your room and closed the door behind you.

“You listened to my heart rate?” You crossed your arms in front of you, and raised an eyebrow at him.

“Well, uhm—” he started, but you quickly cut him off. “And you thought I had a thing for Stiles?”

“You don’t? But for who then?” He was getting very confused.

You sighed, getting a bit impatient. “I don’t know, Scott. Who was always there with us when you were listening to my heart beat?”

He seemed to think about it, when suddenly his expression changed. If real life would be a cartoon, a light bulb would’ve appeared above his head.

“Oh.” he said. “Oh, thank God.” He let out a breath and seemed relieved.

“Wait what?” Now it was your time to be confused.

“You like me.” he smiled, and you didn’t even need to give an answer, it was that obvious since you were blushing and your heart was pounding out of your chest.

He stepped closer towards you, taking your hand in his, “And if you would have the hearing of a werewolf,” he began, placing your hand on his neck, “you would know I feel the same way about you.”

You looked up at him, looking him straight in the eyes, as you felt his heartbeat do the same as yours under your fingers.

You couldn’t say anything, because you were too shocked to come up with the words. Because this, this only ever happened in your dreams.

He seemed to be fazed as well, because he didn’t speak either.

And then, suddenly, he came closer, ever so slightly, and you started doing the same.

Your lips barely touched a second, when the door opened, revealing Stiles, which made you both turn your head when he spoke.

“Hey guys, you co—” you grabbed one of his pillows he had brought and threw it at him, hitting him right in the face.

“Woah, okay, nevermind.” he quickly shut the door again.

“Please don’t have sex where I’m supposed to sleep though!” he yelled through the closed door.

“Shut up Stiles!” Your cheeks turned red, knowing very well everyone had heard him yell that. Damn supernatural hearing.

You turned back towards Scott, and gave him a small smile.

“I guess we should get back.”

“We could,” he started, getting closer towards you, “but they can wait.” he smiled, and pulled you towards him, making your lips curl as well.

part 1 here

"Well, that's good, Scott. Now you just have to wait." -Stiles said, parking the jeep by the preserve.

"Agh! Friday feels like forever to arrive." -Scott jumped out of the jeep and ran into the preserve. Too much pressure, too much tension. He needed some outlet.

Stiles just let the werewolf run about, as he setup at the back of his jeep. He waited a while until Scott came back a little exhausted.

"That was fast." -Stiles throwing Scott a bottle of water.

"Oh, and yeah. Her kid brother punched me on my thighs."

"Hahaha that's cute. Be thankful it's the kid brother, not the older brother."

"Oh shit." -Scott remembered Y/N's older brother. Former Lacrosse captain during his highschool days.

"Yeah shit. If it was him, probably you'd have a lacrosse stick pounding your face in." -Stiles described as graphic as he can. He enjoyed teasing Scott this time.

"Agh!!! Anyway... what should I do now? Should I just wait around until Friday?"

"We could attend Lydia's birthday party."

---

+Wednesday+

Scott was a little late to wake up, Stiles was outside beeping his jeep horn for about 5minutes now. Scott ran towards him.

"Sorry! I slept late."

"I was about to leave you. Anyways, so later at Lydia's party. I have two gifts in mind. I can't decide which one to get her."

"Okay, let's hear the choices."

Stiles was stressing about the gifts the whole way to the school. When they passed by Y/N turning the corner.

"Wa-Wait wait! Stop, Stiles. It's Y/N."

Scott got out of the jeep and jogged back to Y/N.

"Hey."

"S-Scott?... Hi."

"Why're you walking?"

"I missed the bus." 'Slept late last night.' But of course Y/N didn't say that out loud.

"Oh... come on, hop in with us."

"Won't Stiles mind?"

"Nope! Fine with me!" -Stiles hollered, almost climbing out of the driver's seat window, looking back at them.

"Okay. Thank you."

Scott opened the door for her. She got in the back seat. It was a little quiet at first.

"So... Y/N, are you attending Lydia's party later?" -Stiles initiated a conversation. Silence makes him anxious.

"Well, my best friend's boyfriend would drag her to it, and she would drag me to it. So, yeah, I will go."

"Great! That's great. We're going too, right, Scott?" -Stiles elbowing Scott's arm. 'Dude, you should be the one chatting her up here, doesn't it?!?'

"Y-Yeah. See you there then."

And then silence again. Thankfully they arrive at school just in time.

"Y/N!" -her best friend's boyfriend called. With the other guy who likes Y/N, trudging behind him.

"Oh hey!"

The two boys walked up to the three. The other guy observing as to why Y/N is with Scott and Stiles. Them lacrosse teammates nodded to each other in acknowledgement. Scott was just quiet, observing the situation, mostly the other guy.

"Anyways. Y/N, this is Christian. He's my best friend." (A.N: I figured to give the guy a name.)

"Hi. Nice to meet you, Christian." -Y/N acknowledged.

"Nice to meet you. You can just call me Chris." -Chris offered a handshake. Y/N accepted.

Stiles could see Scott's werewolf surfacing, being kind of territorial on Y/N. This is the guy in their team who was thinking about asking Y/N out. Scott's werewolf eyes flashed. Stiles eyes widened in panic. Good thing is that the other guys are busy looking at Y/N so they didn't notice Scott's eyes.

"S-Scott." -Stiles whispered. Nudging Scott's side.

Scott didn't budge. Then Stiles saw Scott's backpack strap, crushed and stabbed in Scott's clawed hand. Stiles took in a deep breath.

"Okay. Guys, we're late. Let's go. Go go go! -Stiles pulled Scott away.

---

Stiles immediately pulled Scott into the restroom.

"Out! Out, quick!" -Stiles shooed the freshman out.

"Scott!!!"

"Grrr!" -Scott grabbed him by his collar and backed him up against the wall.

"Fuck! H-Hey, buddy. Calm down."

Scott huffed a breath, shutting his eyes tight. Trying to regain control. He released Stiles.

"S-Sorry, Stiles."

"Y-Yeah yeah. I'm fine." -Stiles patting Scott's chest. "We good? You good? Cause we really need to go to first period now."

"Okay okay."

---

They walked in the classroom just in time before the teacher did. Y/N looked at Scott, worried. It was weird the way they left the parking lot. Scott was still catching his breath. He looked at Y/N and smiled at her before settling down on his chair behind her, and behind him is Stiles. Then the lecture started.

The day went by pretty fast, now they are in the lacrosse team locker. Scott was observing Christian. The other 2 boys are talking about Lydia's party later. And talking about Y/N.

-there, I introduced you, happy now?-

-Yeah. Thanks... though I was surprised to see Y/N in Stiles's jeep. With Scott. Like, what's up with that? I can't tell if Y/N's interested in Scott or Stiles... or if Scott or Stiles is interested in her.-

-I dunno. I'll ask my girlfriend.-

---

After school, they made their way to Lydia's party. Scott looked for Y/N immediately, extra drink in hand. She saw her by the pool, with Christian. Talking and laughing. He just stood there, drinking, watching them. When Y/N stood up, Scott headed to the direction that they're path would meet. Y/N was walking a little wobbly.

"Hey, there." -Scott caught her, steadying her. "You okay?"

"Ah.. I guess I'm a little tipsy." -Y/N said, holding on to Scott by his arms.

"Let's get you inside."

"I'm okay, Scott... I just need to go to the restroom."

Scott let her go. But kept following her from a distance, making sure she's okay. A couple of minutes in the restroom, Y/N came out. She wanted to leave. She wasn't really into parties. If not only for her best friend, she wouldn't have come here. She sent a message to her best friend and headed out.

"Y/N! Where are you going?" -Scott appeared on her side.

"I'm going home. I'm not really good with parties and drinking."

"Okay. I'll go with you."

Scott walked with her. Her house is just a few blocks away.

"Hey wanna stop by for coffee?" -Scott invited, pointing at the cafe at the corner. "It helps with hangovers." -he added.

"... Alright... I don't get it really, party in the middle of the week."

They both laughed. Scott paid for both their coffee to go. And they walked again.

"Congrats by the way. Christian told me you were made co captain." -Y/N.

"Oh yeah. Thanks."

"Anyways, I'll just turn this corner then I'm home. Thanks, Scott. You could go back now."

"No way. I'll walk you to your doorstep."

"My lil bro might punch you again."

"Hahaha, I hope not."

"He saw me crying back then. In my moment of sadness, I told him what you did. Sorry."

"No. Don't say sorry to me. I should be the one saying sorry."

Arriving at the door, Scott expected Y/N's lil bro, but it was her older brother that opened the door. Scott gulped.

"B-Brother. I-I'm home." -Y/N said.

"Where's your best friend? Why are you walking home? And who's this?" -He eyed Scott.

"That's Scott, brother!" -the lil bro shouted as he ran towards Y/N. Pulling her into the house.

"Oh. That's you, huh?"

"Brother. Come on." -Y/N

"Get inside, both of you."

"Uhm, thanks again, Scott." -Y/N looked at him last time before going in.

Y/N's brother stepped out and closed the door behind him. Scott knew what was coming.

"Young man. Scott, right?" -he asked Scott to step closer.

Scott did. He gulped as he stepped closer.

"Look, I knew you rejected her before. And now this? What's all these for?" -Y/N's brother grabbed Scott by his jacket. "If you are here just to stir her feelings or for whatever sick chasing game you kids are playing nowadays, forget about it. Move on to another girl."

"I'm not playing games." -Scott said, firmly.

Y/N's brother eyed him again, head to toe, then let him go. He then headed back to the door. "Better be. Cause if not, I hope Finstock tells you boys how hard I swing my lacrosse stick." He then walked in and closed the door on Scott's face.

Scott let out the breath he was holding the whole time.

---

"Intense! Ohmygod!" -Stiles blurted out, on their way home. Scott had walked back and told him everything. "You know what, sometimes I wish he would visit and embarrass the shit out of Jackson in game, you know."

"Yeah. He was intense." -Scott was gripping his pants, trying to calm down.

Wednesday was over. Scott kicked his shoes off, took his shirt off and jumped on his bed. Just need to survive Thursday. Then Friday comes. Scott stared at the calendar on his wall... Friday is a full-moon!

"What the fuck!!!" -Scott immediately stood up and called Stiles. "It's full moon!!!"

"Dude, calm down, it's not full moon. It's not until Friday... OHMYGOD!!!" -Stiles was hitting his forehead, he was so busy thinking about Lydia's birthday gift that he forgot the full moon on Friday.

"What am I gonna do???"

"Okay. Wait. You have full control on the full moons, right? So nothing to worry about."

"I... Stiles, I just... I haven't been completely honest. I have these urges..."

"To maim and kill?!?"

"No... it's... sexual."

"Ohmygod! You- Scott you-"

"Agh! It's so difficult every time we interact and get close. Her scent! It drives me nuts! Plus teenage hormones! Agh!!! It was so hard to not kiss her. To not slam her against the lockers, lift her up, rip her clothes off, suck on her neck-"

"Okay, Scott! Too much details. Damn, buddy, I never pegged you to be the rough type."

"Well... I'm frustrated!"

"Whoa! Okay okay. Listen, man, you can do it. You can control it."

"What if I can't?"

"You can... Cause you will not do anything stupid to risk breaking her heart. Again."

---

+Thursday+

Scott is early today. He brought extra cold, iced coffee today. He memorized Y/N's order last night. Scott set it on Y/N's desk, sat on his seat and waited for Y/N to arrive. If Y/N has a hangover, she'd need the cool drink.

And he was right. Y/N walked in, a little hunched over and eyes squinting. She sat on her desk, saw the coffee, looked at Scott and saw he has a coffee from the same place. Scott smiled at her.

"Ms. Y/L/N, take your seat, please."

"S-Sorry." -Y/N slumped down on her seat. Took the coffee. Oh how nice the cold is.

Scott reached over to her, touched her hand, Y/N jerked a bit from the sudden contact. And then she suddenly felt the headache subside. Scott took the pain away.

'What happened?' -Y/N looked back at Scott.

Scott just gave her a smile as he let go of her hand.

'Oh god. That smile again. This is unfair.' -Y/N blushed. She had a decision to make, and so far, Scott is pushing all the right buttons.

---

"Feeling better?" -Scott caught up to Y/N's side.

"Y-Yeah, surprisingly, when you held my hand."

Scott just beamed a smile at her again.

"Uhm, so, did my brother do or say anything to you last night?"

"Oh, that. Nothing to worry about, Y/N. He just did the normal thing."

"Normal thing?"

"Protect you."

"...Did he threaten you?!? Oh my, is this what it is?"

"A little bit... wait, what do you mean 'is this what it is'?... What's 'this' ?"

"Uhm, well you see. Finstock has been asking my brother to help train you guys. Some kind of tune up game or whatever."

"W-What?!?" -Scott stopped walking. Y/N got in the classroom. And instead of Finstock, they have a substitute teacher for the day. Saying Finstock is busy in the playing field.

Scott rushed to Stiles's side.

"Stiles!" -Scott slapping Stiles's forearm.

"Ouch! Excuse you... what's the matter?"

"Y/N said, his brother is here."

"He's gonna bash your face with 'crosse stick?"

"What? No! A tune up game or something. Training. I think we'll have a game against a team with Y/N's brother in it later."

"He IS gonna hit you with the lacrosse stick, Scott." -Stiles patting his shoulder.

---

Lacrosse team practice time arrived. And as they headed out to the field, they saw a team of guys. They couldn't recognize most of them, but Scott definitely recognized Y/N's brother. Stiles is fanboying and excited to see Jackson get beat by the former captain.

"Welcome, boys!!! Finally, I got this to happen. I have been trying to fix a training game with you and their team! The golden age team of our school. How long has it been? Like 2-3 years since they graduated? Anyways... make sure you warm up well." -Finstock let out a maniacal laugh.

Scott just stared at Y/N's brother, who was also watching him. Y/N's brother picked up the ball and took a practice shot to their goal. The ball hit the net, with a loud hissing sound from strength and speed of how it was shot.

"He ain't bluffing about how hard he swings his stick, Scott." -Stiles pointing out the obvious.

"I know. I could see that. You're not helping! I'm nervous here!"

"Jackson! McCall!" -Finstock called for both of them. He then introduced the new captains to the previous captain. "These are my new captains."

"Nice to meet you." -Jackson offered a hand. "I heard a lot about you. But sorry, I'm gonna beat you up today."

"Oh. Is that so?" -Y/N's brother took Jackson's hand and squeezed... hard.

Jackson was evidently straining. Finstock broke them up. "Ok ok, boys! Let's get it on!!!"

The training began. Y/N's brother is always on Scott. And it's giving Scott a hard time. He got bumped over, tackled, knocked down, quite a lot.

"How'd you make co captain?" -Y/N's brother looking down on Scott.

Scott didn't answer, he just stood up and huffed air. He was clearly being tested here. He can also play rough if he so wants to. But he couldn't because this is Y/N's brother.

"Hey, Scotty." -Y/N's brother gave him a nickname. "I hope you're not holding back because I'm Y/N's brother."

"I'm not-"

"Shh! Don't hold back, show me whattya got... I don't want my sister dating a wimp!"

A challenge. Scott accepted. He started breathing heavy, gripping his lacrosse stick tighter. He started to build confidence. He started playing better. A little rougher, but still not enough for a foul. Pushing against Y/N's brother. And finally, getting the ball, passing Y/N' brother and ran, weaved through the other veteran players, shooting and scoring.

After the game, Y/N's brother approached Scott. "Not bad." gave some more game advices and "About my sister... don't make it a game."

"I am not, and will never treat it as a game." -Scott seriously said.

Y/N's brother just nodded.

"You're alive!!!" -Stiles congratulated Scott for surviving the game.

"Oh god!!!" -Scott slumped down on the bench.

---

Stiles dropped Scott home. As soon as Scott opened the door, he felt the tiredness set in. Great. He massaged his sore muscles and looked for dinner. He slumped at the counter and ate the food her mom packed before her night shift. Tomorrow is day. Friday.

"Oh shit. I wish she says yes."

Then Scott started thinking of how to go about their first date. It has to be really good. Perfect.

---

+Friday+

Scott woke up from a very pleasant dream about Y/N, not necessarily decent though. He headed to the bathroom and took care of what was tenting his sweatpants. He felt embarrassed dreaming about Y/N that way, but again he couldn't help it.

Y/N's lingering too long at her locker. Not really putting in or getting out anything from it. Just lingering. Until Scott came into view, pushing open the hall's doors. Y/N took a deep breath.

"Hey, Y/N." - Scott greeted her.

"Hi." -Y/N gathered her books and started walking to first period.

Scott followed. She wasn't sure if she should say now or after school. Scott wasn't sure either to ask or not. So they just walked silently into their first class.

Stiles kept eyeing Scott. And kept leaning closer from behind him, whispering 'So? What's her answer?'

'Nothing yet. Do you think I should ask? Or just let her do it in her time?' -Scott leaning back and whispering too.

'Hmn... I think you should ask her.'

'Will that be okay? Won't I come across as annoying?'

"Mr. Stilinski and Mr. McCall! Is there something you would like to share with the class?" -The teacher called them out.

Everyone looked at them. The two boys just shook their head.

---

It was lunchtime and still Scott didn't ask her. Y/N haven't told him either. It just became like a tentative waiting game for both. Until Scott went for it.

"H-Hey. Y/N. I don't wanna be pushy or anything. I just... I just really wanna know your answer."

"Oh... uhm, can it wait til after school? After your practice?"

"Y-Yeah. I'll come find you."

---

+Lacrosse practice+

Scott was doing well until he saw a pair of red eyes through the clearing. It was just a glimpse at first. But as the night went on, it became clear who it was. The alpha is here.

"Stiles, go home quickly after this. Find Y/N and take her with you."

"What?"

"He's here. He's over by the trees."

Stiles looked. "Okay okay."

After practice. Scott stayed in the field, he knew the alpha came for him. If he stayed here, it might not come into the school anymore.

Stiles ran frantically, looking for Y/N but he couldn't find her.

---

"Scott."

Scott looked back and saw Y/N by the bleachers.

"Y/N? Wh-What are you doin here?" -Scott panicking. 'Oh god, Y/N can't be here right now!'

Scott ran towards Y/N.

"Scott, I-"

"Listen, Y/N, we'll talk later, okay? I'll come by your house. Go home for now."

"Wh-What?!? Why are you suddenly like this?"

"Y/N, just trust me, okay? Go, now."

"I thought you- ohmygod!!!"

Y/N screamed as she saw the creature emerge from the trees. Scott stood in front of Y/N. He placed a protective arm on her side.

"Scott, what's that? We should run!" -Y/N's voice breaking from fear.

Scott didn't plan it like this. He was to face the alpha alone, but Y/N's safety comes first. Scott took Y/N's hand and ran.

The alpha ran after them, knocking Scott over.

"Scott!!!" -Y/N stopped.

"No! Keep running!!! Go, Y/N!!!" -Scott was badly hurt, lying on the ground.

"B-But-"

The alpha turned its attention to Y/N.

"Y/N!!! Run!!!" -Scott stood, slowly transforming. Eyes glowing, claws growing.

Y/N stumbled over. The alpha was about to pounce on her, when Scott, fully transformed, tackled it over.

"Y/N, run!" -Scott shouted. His voice sounded so different.

Y/N stared at Scott. He wasn't... normal.

"Scott!" -Stiles came back.

"Stiles! Y/N, get her outta here!"

Stiles pulled Y/N up and ran out.

"S-Stiles?!? Scott, he isn't... What's going on?"

"I'll explain later, but please, get in the jeep.

---to be continued---

Stiles was running towards his jeep, practically dragging Y/N by her hand. He yanked his jeep door open, nudged Y/N in, ran to the driver's side and drove off.

part 2

"S-Stiles?!? What's happening? Where are we going? How about Scott?"

"The animal attacks. The dead bodies. Murders. It's because of that thing on the field. It's a werewolf!"

"Werewolf? They're real?!?"

"Yes! There are things that are not... quite just human.."

Stiles jeep brake squealed to a stop. They jumped down and hurried inside Deaton's vet clinic through the back door, using the spare key.

Y/N clutched Stiles's flannel sleeves as she struggled to keep up with him.

"Okay okay. Right here. Let's hole up here." -Stiles with a bat in hand.

Y/N sat beside Stiles, shaking a little bit.

"So... uhm, werewolves... The creature back in the field. And also Scott."

"S-Scott is a werewolf?!?"

"Yes. He wasn't born, he got bitten then he turned."

"Oh my god....Scott? Then... you?"

"Nope. Just human."

---

Scott hit the ground 3rd time. Being thrown off by the alpha. Scott's vision blurring from all the pain. The alpha approached him but was tackled over.

"Derek!"

"Come on!" -Derek stood him up. Touched his hand a while, to take his pain away, just enough to get Scott running through the woods.

"I know who he is, Scott."

"What?!?"

"He's my uncle. Peter."

"What do we do now?"

They ran towards the Hale house. Where they were shot at by arrows. The Argents were there.

"Scott, get out of here!" -Derek pushed him.

"But- "

"Leave, now! Go!!!"

"I'm gonna fight with you."

There's been a lot of revelation as they fought. It was proven that Kate burned down the Hale house years ago, making Chris lose faith in her. Peter then ripped her throat out. After he did, Chris pulled out his last resort. A quick throw of a vial with flammable gas, and blast arrow, sent Peter ablaze. As he burnt out, Derek had the chance to finish him off. Getting his alpha powers.

Chris Argent, took his sister's body with him. And left. Leaving Derek and Scott, so long as they do not go off killing people, they will not be hunted.

Derek approached Scott, wanting to heal him again. But Scott was pissed being lied to. Told that he can be cured of being werewolf. He punched Derek and walked off. Still having those wounds and bruises from the fight.

---

Stiles and Y/N sat silently in the vet clinic.

"Do you think Scott is..." -Y/N

"Nope. He's okay. He's okay." -Stiles repeated. Assuring himself as well.

Then they hear a thud at the back door.

Both of them jumped to a stand. Stiles signals Y/N to hide behind him.

"Grab something! Anything, as a weapon."

Y/N frantically looked around. She grabbed a crowbar hiding in the corner. The thud went louder and louder as it got nearer.

"Y/N, if ever we don't make it. I just wanted to tell you. Scott likes you. A lot. Hell, I think he loves you. And he deeply regrets hurting you- ohmygod!!!"

The backdoor flung open. Stiles was about to swing...

"W-Wait! It's me! Stiles it's me." -Scott said, hunching over, hand over his wounded stomach.

"Scott!!! Haha ohmy you're alive!!!" -Stiles dropped his bat and helped Scott onto the metal table in the middle of the room.

Y/N just stayed in the corner, watching them.

"Y/N? She... okay?" -Scott heaved.

"Yeah... You?"

"Healing now, but still painful. Did you... tell her... everything?"

"Yeah... she's still a little in shock I guess."

Scott looked at Y/N at the corner. "Is she... scared of me?"

"Uh... just give her a little more time."

Scott winced in pain as Stiles took a look at his stomach wound.

"What do you want me to do? Is there a medicine here? Should I call Deaton? Yeah, I should call Deaton. I will call Deaton. Now." -Stiles stepped away a bit. Slowly walking towards Y/N. "Hey. Don't be scared. That's still Scott."

Y/N just nodded. She was looking Scott over. He doesn't have those glowing eyes. Those clawed hands. The changed face. He still looks the same. But somehow different.

Scott suddenly jerked to the side and threw up. Y/N dropped the crowbar she was holding and ran towards Scott.

'What am I doing? This is Scott! The guy I like for a long time. I shouldn't be scared. He saved me back there.'

Stiles, still on the phone with Deaton, smiled as he saw Y/N rushed towards Scott, holding him. Comforting him.

"Scott! Oh god... I think you need to be in the hospital."

"I'll be okay after a while. I'm healing... Just painful." Scott took her hand. "Look, I understand if you... don't wanna... go out with-"

"Yes." -Y/N cut him off.

"What?"

"My answer. Yes... I wanna go out with you, Scott."

"Even... knowing... all these?"

"Yes."

Scott feeling a little better, smiled weakly at her. "That's good..."

Y/N brushed off stray hairs from Scott's face. Wiping off some blood and sweat. Scott grew up well, Y/N thought to herself. He still looks young and boyish, but Y/N could catch a glimpse of Scott's matured look. The man he would become. Y/N leaned down, to kiss Scott. Scott smiled and closed his eyes...

"I'm here!" -Deaton walked in.

Y/N stopped right before her lips touch Scott's.

"Ohmygod, Deaton. Timing, please." -Stiles winced.

Scott opened his eyes, disappointed yes, but just let out a little laugh. Y/N holding back her smile, she walked away from Scott and let Deaton do his job.

Scott's just lying there, looking at Y/N the whole time. Smiling. Their first date already planned in his head. And also the second. And the third. And next after that. And the next after that one.

---end---