Derek and Scott’s packs were all gathered in Derek’s loft, discussing new patrol schedules. Stiles was sitting on the couch, tapping on the arm wrest restlessly as he stole glances at Ainsley.

Stiles couldn’t quite figure her out. For a full two months, him and Ainsley did nothing but bicker and pick on each other and be assholes. Snark was their primary language. Banter came easily as breathing. Then suddenly, after they kissed, she started completely ignoring him with no explanation. It was driving him crazy.