Stupid Scott
“Did he what now?” Stiles stops in his tracks. “Is that even a thing werewolves do?”“Well… sometimes?” Scott fidgets, unable to meet his eyes.“Sometimes,” Stiles echoes.“When there are… feelings… involved?”“Feelings,” Stiles echoes again, his gut sinking. “Why doesn’t anyone tell me these things?” he tries not to shriek.“It’s kind of private,” Scott shrugs. “And besides, I’m telling you now!” he adds as an afterthought.Stiles rolls his eyes and huffs, stalking off to class. Stupid Scott.