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Singing along to the radio I watch Scott nervously pick at the sleeves of his jacket, in theory he doesn’t need it, him being a tough werewolf, but in reality it’s still nice and warm for him.
I click off the radio and tell him, “Scott you’re gonna be okay. She texted you, she wants to meet you at your old spot, this is good.”
“God Stiles, I really want it to be good, I’ve spent all summer trying not to think about her, to just do all the extra studying and be your Protector. I mean I’m doing better in classes, you’re okay and in one piece, things are good at home, but I still have this hole where she should be.”
I reach over and pat his leg, my personal boundaries are pretty much non-existent now, which is why I don’t freak out anymore when wolves end up in my room. To the point I can only jerk off in the shower and have to put a sign up in my window so they’ll stay away.
I blame Peter, the fucker is still sending me porn, though at least he now tags it, and the last one was hotter than it should be. When it’s not wolves fucking twinky looking guys, surprisingly a lot like me, it’s straight up gay porn, one of my favourites is the long make out session one that didn’t end up in penetration but they did lots of other things. The direct consequence of that is that I jerk off a lot. And the latest one he sent should be wrong on so many levels, it’s anime, of a pregnant dude and his husband, it’s so slow and sweet and I have to stop thinking about it or I’m going to end up with a boner in the jeep.
I try really hard not to think about how the pregnant guy could be Derek, he has the right facial structure, the eyes, the musculature. And I’ve been getting on so well with Derek lately, Peter still doesn’t know about the college course and Derek’s keeping up with his school work and we talk about the stuff he’s doing.
Though it’s interesting to go out on mini Pack outings, Derek and Peter get hit on, constantly. Derek glowers at them and cold shoulders them, Peter outright tells them he’s taken and doesn’t even glance at any of them, he’s so uninterested with them and yet so much on his best behaviour with me. And no one hits on me, they just hug me and mostly look confused as to why they’re hugging me. We’ve increased my bunny time to three hours and it’s now every other day, Deaton is guessing it will calm down as my Pack start to heal, I’m going into overdrive because of them, I just hope it happens soon, there’s only so much extra hugging I can take, and I have to chaperoned everywhere so my Protectors can peel people off of me if they have to.
“What if she just wants to stay friends?” Scott brings me back to the here and now.
“Then you get a friend out of this, believe me I know what unrequited love is like, it sucks, but I’ve gotten Lydia as a friend,” I shrug, “It’s up to you Scott, is Allison good enough to be your friend or not?”
“Yeah, yeah she is,” he straightens up. “We’re nearly here, if you pull over here you can hide from the road and any Hunter fathers that are around,” and he would have experience with that.
Parking up I hop out and amble next to Scott while he tries to calm his nerves, I wrap an arm around his shoulders and his breathing evens out. We’ve come here straight after school, no matter what happens Scott has the whole weekend to recover from it. I just hope it goes well, though I’ll go rabbit the whole weekend for him if I have to.
In the distance I hear a rumble of thunder, let’s hope we can wrap this up quickly and get into some safe cover, like my house, with pizza and video games, that would be good.