Teen Wolf Preference - You Get Jealous
“I haven’t even held a gun before,” you growled to Stiles as you sat on the side of the road, watching him as he attempted to figure out what was wrong with his jeep this time.
“I can get my dad’s and you can hold it, if you want,” he suggested, leaning over and beginning to fiddle with something, “or you could just dump his ass before he hurts you.”
“That’s your answer for everything,” you said as you watched Derek’s car coming in the distance, “'oh, Derek forgot that you don’t like a certain vegetable? Dump him’.”
“This is different, though. He’s losing his powers and a hot assassin, who has a quite similar personality to him, offers to show him how to use guns. They’re gonna have sex, (Y/N).”
“Stiles!” you exclaimed, thinking for a moment, “do you really think that?”
He shrugged, “no, but I just don’t like Derek. Hey, if he does cheat on you, now that he’s using his powers we can actually use my dad’s gun.”
“We’re not shooting anyone, Stiles.”
Derek pulled up in front of the broken down car, waiting patiently inside and you knew he wasn’t going to offer Stiles a ride to the mechanic.
“You always spoil my fun,” he whined as you waved a lazy goodbye, getting into the passenger seat of Derek’s car.
“Hey,” you greeted, getting the quietest ‘hello’ in response as he very quickly drove as far away from Stiles as possible. Derek was quiet for most of the ride, something that most people would be used to but not you – you saw a different side to him, normally, but he seemed in no mood to talk.
“So, are you going to tell me what’s going on in your head or should I guess?” you asked after a while, nearing closer to his loft and he gave a small shrug.
“Braeden rang just before you did. I’m just a bit nervous about using guns as a choice of a weapon,” Derek murmured, “I’m basically becoming an Argent.”
“Oh,” was the only response you gave. Eventually, he pulled up in front of his home, sitting completely still when the car came to a stop before bursting out laughing.
“What?!” you exclaimed, watching as he put his head on the steering wheel and continued to laugh. Although you’d seen him laugh before, this was a completely different type – it almost made you a bit nervous.
“So you really are jealous,” he finally said, causing you to make an 'o’ shape with your mouth.
“I – what are you talking about?!”
“My werewolf powers aren’t completely gone, (Y/N),” Derek snorted, leaning over and giving you a small kiss on the lips, “I heard you talking to Stiles. Just wanted to make sure I wasn’t mishearing but you really are jealous, aren’t you?”
He then began to get out of the car, you quickly scrambling after him, almost enraged by his reaction.
“Well, can you blame me? Hot assassin, remember?”
“But you’re my hot girlfriend, remember?” Derek wrapped an arm around you, “if I ever cheated on you, for whatever bizarre reason, take Stiles’s offer up on shooting me, won’t you?”
“I’m considering it now that you’re making fun of me, actually.”
You stood with your arms crossed tightly to your chest, watching the conversation between Chris Argent and the pack as they discussed the problem at hand. Unfortunately for you, your mind was somewhere else – you really wanted to be as concerned as everyone else but you couldn’t keep your eyes off Isaac and Allison. The two had grown strangely close to one another and even now as they stood next to each other in the room, you couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of jealousy.
“Everyone got that?” Scott asked as you awkwardly began to follow them out of the room, completely unaware of what everyone just agreed on.
“Hey, where are you going?” Isaac asked after you all got down to the cars after you attempted to follow Scott and Allison.
“Not with them?” you said sheepishly and he shook his head.
“You and me are going to get the book from Stiles’s place. Were you listening?”
“Uh,” you went to open the passenger seat door to the car that Chris was letting the two of you borrow, “sorta.”
Before you could open it though, Isaac stepped out in front of you, leaning against the car door with his arms crossed, “what’s up?”
“We’re not leaving till you tell me what’s wrong,” he said, giving you a small smile as he knew you wouldn’t be able to convince him otherwise.
“Nothing’s wrong,” you tried to push him out of the way but he didn’t even flinch.
“You know I am a werewolf, right? I can sense what you’re feeling.”
“Then why did you ask?”
He rolled his eyes, “are you angry about something?”
“No,” you paused, “not angry. I just – you know you don’t have to stay with me if you don’t want to? It’s okay to break up with me for Allison. I understand – it’s okay if you do that.”
Isaac looked at you as if you had just punched him in the face.
You, again, poorly attempted to push him out of the way.
“You heard me,” you mumbled and he grabbed your hands, stopping you from awkwardly pushing on his arms.
“I can’t believe you’re jealous of Allison,” he snorted and you glowered at him, this time trying to release yourself from his hold, “I love you, you idiot.”
“You can’t just tell me you love me and then insult me,”
“You insulted me first by thinking I could love anyone but you,” Isaac said smoothly, placing a small kiss on your forehead and then smiling at you, “I can’t believe you got jealous.”
He finally moved away from the passenger door, laughing to himself as you glared at him walking around to the driver’s seat.
“So your plan is to ignore him because you’re jealous but he doesn’t know you’re jealous?” Scott shut his locker door, looking at you with a confused expression, “I really don’t understand how girl logic works.”
“Do you think I should break up with him?” you asked, completely ignoring Scott’s comment and he scratched the back of his neck.
“You – you want to break up with him because you’re jealous of him and that girl from bio?”
“That does sound stupid,”
“What’s more stupid is that you’re ignoring him because you’re jealous,” he thought for a moment, “I can’t believe I’m defending Jackson of all people. I hate that guy.”
“But you agree that there’s a reason to be nervous, right?”
He shrugged, “I dunno, he’s been pretty dedicated to you since you started dating. Why don’t you ask him?”
Scott then walked very suddenly away and you turned around knowing exactly why. Jackson came over to you, leaning against a locker with an already annoyed look on his face.
“Want to tell me why you’ve been ignoring me? You don’t like McCall, do you?” he shot an angry glance in the direction that Scott just walked away from.
“You don’t like the girl from bio, do you?”
“Wait,” Jackson smiled a little, “that’s what this is about? Your jealous of me and the girl who gave me notes the other day?”
“Why are you smiling?! You seemed over-friendly with her!”
“You seem over-friendly with Scott and Stiles but I don’t say anything. Then again, I’m not too threatened by them,” he leaned closer to you, “babe, she gave me her notes that had comments that made things make more sense. Of course I was going to be nice to her, she didn’t have to do that.”
“She probably just thinks you’re attractive and that she can get in your pants now.”
“Do I have to remind you that only you can get in my pants?” Jackson kissed you quickly, “if it’s bothering you that much, I promise to make sure to show you tonight who I really care more about.”
“This is impossible,” you said to Malia, “she’s an absolute goddess and I just can’t hate her. I want to hate her, but I can’t. She’s just… too nice.”
“I can beat her up, if you like,” Malia shrugged, not looking up from the book in her lap and you sighed.
“We can’t beat up everyone that makes us angry,”
“But they made us angry?”
You decided there was no point in trying to explain why that was just morally wrong. Sitting on the bleachers, you looked out where the lacrosse team and the soccer team were practising on the same field – where Hayden and Liam were practising. You watched as the two of them continued to have a little game with one another, seeming to enjoy themselves and Malia suddenly looked up at you.
“You smell gross,” she murmured, “jealous. Very jealous.”
“I’ll see you later. Good luck with the maths,” you said as you got to your feet, hurrying away from the scene that you couldn’t watch any longer. You knew it wasn’t fair to be jealous of Liam and Hayden, since neither of them gave you a real reason to be because you were told the story of when Hayden punched him in the face and now really disliked him, but the two seemed to be getting along just a bit too well. You imagined that was how you and Liam must have looked when the two of you were developing crushes on one another but you tried not to think too much about it.
“Hey, (Y/N)! Wait up!” you heard the very familiar voice of your boyfriend call, causing you to come to a very abrupt stop.
“Hey,” you greeted very dully after he caught up, a puzzled look on his face.
“Damn, you’re not a werewolf but you moved as fast as one. I saw you leave and when I asked Malia what happened she just told me that she can’t beat up everyone she’s angry at,” Liam paused, “so, want to tell me why you’re so angry? Was it that guy that stole your seat again?”
“Don’t even remind me,” you felt slightly enraged by that situation again, “but no, it wasn’t anything important. Get back to Hayden,”
You went to turn back around but he caught your wrist.
“You sounded really angry when you said her name. Did she do something?”
“No, Hayden’s really nice. I’m really glad that you two made up with your feud,” you knew that there was not point in trying to get yourself released from his grasp.
“I’m so confused. You sound sincere but I can hear your heartbeat. What’s going on?”
You shook your head, “it’s just a little jealousy. It’s fine.”
“Jealousy?” Liam let go of your wrist, “why would you be jealous of Hayden? Do you not remember the gum incident from like, 2 weeks ago?”
“That’s why I said it’s fine.”
“You’re cute when you’re jealous,” he leaned in, kissing you softly, “you don’t have to worry about anything. Do you wanna get a burger? I’m starving.”
As the two of you went to walk away, Liam thought for a moment.
“Did Malia threaten to beat up Hayden?”
You stood back as you watched Kira wave goodbye to Scott, him holding a few printed off sheets that she’d given to him and he now turned around to come back to you with a large smile on his face. You’d honestly felt like you’d been third wheeling while hanging out with the two of them and that you might as well leave them alone because they wouldn’t even notice your absence – which was saying a lot considering that you were his girlfriend.
“So this helps a lot,” Scott said holding up the sheets of paper, “do you wanna grab a bite to eat before going home?”
You shook your head, “I think I’ll catch a ride with Lydia. She’s still studying in the library.”
Scott raised an eyebrow.
“But we always get something to eat on Friday nights?”
“Ask Kira if she wants to go,” you murmured, getting out your phone to text Lydia and suddenly Scott put his face very close to yours, “what are you doing?”
“Trying to figure out what you’re thinking,”
“So you’re putting your face really close to mine?”
“Well I think it’s working because I’m sensing some hostility,” you were doing your best to be annoyed with him but you were tempted to laugh at his joke.
“(Y/N), seriously,” he mimicked, “why are you acting so weird?”
“You’re acting weird,”
“Because I don’t know why you’re angry.”
“And I don’t know why you spent the past two hours completely ignoring me for someone you don’t even know,” you finally snapped, “I get that you’re probably tired of just me and she’s new and different but I don’t know. I feel stupid saying that out loud.”
Scott laughed, “because it is stupid. Kira is the first person to have any idea of what the hell we’re dealing with and the entire time she was talking I was excited because I was thinking I might be able to stand a chance at keeping you safe. That’s all I want, (Y/N),”
You wanted to shy away from him, your cheeks flaring up as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you towards him.
“And I’ve heard your stomach rumble several times now. Do you wanna watch a movie back at mine and get some take out?”
You rested your head on his chest, “yeah, being jealous is exhausting.”
You sat on the front steps outside of Stiles’s house, waiting rather impatiently for him to get home. Surprisingly though, when you’d arrived his jeep had been parked out front but he hadn’t been around – you’d immediately panicked but he said he was out with someone else. All natural, jealous girlfriend instincts set in when Lydia’s car pulled up in front of his house, Lydia waving to Stiles goodbye and waving to you as she left. Your heart sank, knowing about Stiles’s old long standing love for Lydia but he swore, as did many people you knew, that there was no emotion there any more. You even believed it, too, but it was times like this where it was hard not to think the worst – Stiles loved his jeep and yet he let Lydia drive.
“Hey, sorry I’m late,” he said, leaning over and kissing your forehead before taking a seat beside you on the steps, “have you been waiting long?”
“No, not really,” you replied quietly and he took his backpack of his back, pulling out a box set of Star Wars.
“I know we can just watch this online but it’s not the same. We have to marathon it so that we can love the new one even more,” despite your inner jealous, you couldn’t help but smile at his enthusiasm.
“So that’s why you were with Lydia? To get Star Wars?”
Stiles shrugged, “I just needed to talk to her so we thought we might as well hang out. You alright? You look a bit pale.”
“We might have to rain check this,” you said as you got to your feet, feeling awful when you saw his whole expression change to a sad puppy look, “I’m not feeling well.”
“Are you safe to drive home? I can give you a lift,” he got to his feet suddenly but you put your hands up.
“It’s fine, really. Hope you had a good day.”
As you began to walk off the steps, it was as if a light went off inside Stiles’s head.
“Are you really sick or is that you being passive aggressive?” he asked, jogging up to get in front of you and stop you in your tracks, “I might not have werewolf senses but I feel like I know you pretty well.”
“Stiles it’s nothing,” he gave you an uncertain look at your comment, “I’m just a bit emotionally exhausted.”
“Tell me about it,” Stiles mumbled, “I had to get Lydia to help me to buy you the perfect birthday gift. I really hope you like it – I obviously can’t tell you what it is but we spent about 3 hours looking for it.”
This caused you to stop, “wait, you were buying me a birthday gift?”
“You know your birthday is soon, right?”
Stiles was taken aback when you flung your arms around him, hugging him tightly but he eagerly responded, hugging you back.
“I didn’t know you liked your birthday so much,” he said, causing you to chuckle.
“Stiles – Stiles, I was jealous of you and Lydia. I thought that – I thought you liked her again or something,”
Stiles pulled away from the hug, “wait, what? No, no, no – no! I love you, (Y/N). I really love you. I would never put myself through the pain of shopping with Lydia Martin unless I was doing it for someone that I truly loved.”
You went bright pink at this
“I know, I know… I can’t believe you didn’t realise I was jealous.”
“I’m really oblivious to these things,” he said sheepishly, “can we watch Star Wars and make out now?”