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The locker was left rattling as Derek stalked through the corridor pushing a few freshmen out of the way to their unbuttoned protests.
He was practically bristling.
And he had a right to be.
Stiles was his.
His… well…
Damn. Stiles wasn’t his anything, which just pissed him off even more.
Lydia shuffled uncomfortably when Derek slammed his newly hand-melded lunch tray into the table.
She sighed flippantly, tossing her strawberry hair over her slim shoulder,
“I assume by that conniption you’ve heard the news.”
Derek plainly growled.
Lydia raised a perfect eyebrow, “It’s what they want.”
“Stiles doesn’t know what he wants! ” Derek challenged under his breath.
His point severely contravened by the small cheer that went up in the cafeteria.
Derek turned in just enough time to see Danny and Stiles shyly kissing by the trash can.