Derek (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} surlier) wrote, |
"Yes," he replied to John's very.
He could smell the disbelief on some of them, the smugness on others, but Derek was attracted to Stiles. Not only because he was an omega, but he had genuinely liked spending time with him before he'd found out he was his mate. After that, it just made sense.
"See you then," he promised, watching Stiles head into school with his best friend before he headed back for the house.
Inside the school, Erica smirked. "Anyone that can smell knows he's been all over you." She leaned up against the lockers, Boyd's arm sliding around her shoulders.
"Derek texted us. We're meeting you two at his place on Saturday, right?"
Let Scott make if that what he would.
Across town, Derek pulled up to the curb and eased out of the Camaro, leaving Stiles' overnight bag in the back seat. Whatever John wanted to talk to him about - he wasn't nervous, but he was curious. The car chirped as he locked it, and in a show of actual manners, he knocked on the door.
He probably could have opened the door, or snuck in through Stiles' window like he used to, but he figured neither of those options would have pleased the Sheriff.