The New Beta(Liam Dunbar Fanfic, Teen Wolf)

117(pt.2)

ALYSSA POV
"We're just gonna wait here for Scott. We're gonna sit quietly, we're not gonna call or talk to anyone," Stiles told Derek.

"Can I talk to you?," he asked.

"No," Stiles replied curtly.

"Can I talk to her?," Derek asked, looking at me.

"No," Stiles answered him at the same time I said,"Sure."

"Who's gonna talk to him?," he asked, pointing at my dad.

"Oh! Are you getting taller?," Stiles asked my dad, jerking backwards.

"What are you guys doing here? Oh and Alyssa, it's time for dinner," my dad said. Ha, yea right. Like I would freakin eat dinner alone with him.

"Waiting for Scott," Derek answered my dad's question.

"So am I, since he's not with his sister, who is standing right here," my dad replied, and I glared at him. "We were all supposed to have dinner. I brought extra, you guys hungry?," my dad asked them.

"Yea," Derek said at the same time Stiles said,"No."

"Well I'm beat, I think I'm gonna go up to my room," I told my dad.

"We're not hungry," Stiles told my dad. Good Stiles, don't make me sit down at the same table as that bastard!

"No, I'm starving," Derek said, and I glared at him, my claws beginning to itch to come out.

"None of us are hungry, thanks though," Stiles tried answering for us.

"Okay, well if your not hungry Stiles, your guy's friend and Alyssa, my daughter, can still eat with us," my dad told him.

"Damn it," I whispered, pouting. I wanted to go upstairs, away from that horrible man.

"What's your name?," my dad questioned Derek, not hearing me.

"Miguel," Stiles said and Derek said his actual name. Derek looked at Stiles funny.

"It's his cousin Miguel," I told my dad.

"From Mexico," Stiles added. Derek smiled at Stiles, raising his eyebrows, looking like he was containing laughter. My dad said then something in Spanish, and to my surprise, Derek replied.

"Fantastic. Egg roll?," my dad asked.

"Hell yeah," Derek replied.

"Haha," Stiles laughed sarcastically.

"Pork fried rice, or shrimp fried rice?," my dad asked us.

"Pork I guess," I replied. Derek said the same.

"Ha, egg roll. Fantastic," Stiles kept rambling.
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The 4 of us, being Stiles, Derek, my dad, and I, were sitting at our table, eating diner.

"Miguel, what did you say your last name was again?," my dad asked, breaking the silence.

"It's- uh Juaz...Cinqua...Diago," Stiles replied. Idiot.

"That's uh, that's a mouthful. How do you spell that?," my dad asked. Derek looked at Stiles pointedly and shrugged.

"Phonetically," I answered for him.
Derek then noticed my dad's FBI bage sitting on the table.

"Mr. McCall, you're an FBI agent," he stated, staring at my dad's badge sitting on the table. I realized what he was getting at.

"He's a low level," Stiles said.

"He's a very low level. He doesn't even have a voice," I said, backing Stiles up.

"Do you investigate murders?," Derek asked, ignoring us.