I hate it when this happens. There are like three stories I need to update, and instead of that I'm writing this. It's just that when I come up with an idea I need to write it or it's going to be all I think about.
K. So basically I've shipped Sterica since she confessed about her past crush on him, and I'm going to until the show ends. Point Blank.
Also, since Lydia still doesn't see how amazing Stiles is, after everything he has done for her, I've decided that she just doesn't deserve him.
Don't you Sterica shippers out there agree?
Anyways, this is my first Teen Wolf and Sterica fic, so yeah.
It's a oneshot, it's in Erica's POV and it's short, I know.
Also, I'm not really good as writing things like this, so bear with me if it's horrible.
Enjoy.
Disclaimer- I don't own Teen Wolf.
::emotional pain::
Derek had promised that the bite would make all the pain would go away. That I would never have to feel like how I did ever again.
And yes after I was bitten, I didn't feel sick anymore or ugly. I felt more alive and ironically, more human, then I've felt in my fucked up life.
But the pain didn't go away. Not the emotional pain at-least.
When I was sick the only thing I ever wanted, the only thing I so very badly prayed for, was for Stiles to notice me.
Sure, I catch him staring at me every now and then, but that was not what I meant.
I don't want him to only see me when I wear slutty outfits, and act like a bitch.
That isn't me.
There is so more to me than that, and I have so much to say, and so much to bring to the world, to him.
I only need him to realize it.
But he'll never realize it.
And I know it.
All of his attention, feelings, and time goes to that strawberry blonde.
Almost as if she's standing under a giant spotlight in the middle of his mind.
And everything else just comes second to him.
I see the way he looks at her, so protective, and how he's willing to risk anything for her.
He's in love with her, she doesn't give a shit about him, but she still means everything to him.
I love how he gets all tongue tied when he's nervous, and how he's so happy whenever he's right. I love the way he smiles, and the way he laughs.
I'm in love with him, but I still mean nothing to him.
I just don't understand.
My heart beats fast whenever I think about him, and as much as I continue to try to make myself believe that I'm over him and that I can't have anyone I want.
I get one glimpse of him, and then I fall in love with him all over again.
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