The last thing he wanted to do was see Derek. Derek Hale. Mister "I can do whatever I want, and break Stiles' Jeep because I'm a big bad werewolf". It was safe to say that Stiles was pissed. Beyond pissed.

With everything that had happened since Scott was bitten Stiles was used to his precious Jeep being in rough shape, but there was a difference between a few dents and scratches, and it looking like he had just rolled it down a muddy path. He had given Derek the keys even though he knew he shouldn't have, but what was he going to do? Scott was in trouble because of some stupid Omega that had started taking people's limbs, and Derek was the only one that could help him. Sure, Scott was the Alpha now, and Derek was a Beta, but Stiles knew that they still needed each other in times of need, so he leant that stupid Hale his Jeep.

Stiles pulled up to Derek's building. Pulling into a spot he ran up the stairs and began pounding on Derek's door. He didn't care that he had to heal. He didn't care that Scott was probably inside doing the same thing, or Peter was doing hot yoga naked with a rubber chicken. He was going to get his Jeep fixed whether Derek liked it or not, so he kept knocking on the door until finally it began to open.

"Well it's about freaking ti…" Stiles started, but stopped talking when he saw a half wolfed out Derek standing in front of him.

"Stiles, what do you want. I am not in the mood for your shit right now."

Well that was it for Stiles.

"My shit? MY SHIT?!" Stiles screamed. "Let me tell you something, Hale. You can shove it up your ass, ok? You're not in the mood for my shit? Well guess what, I'm not in the mood for anything involving you. Do you know that I sleep an average of 3 hours a night? Or that my Jeep is sitting downstairs with no hood, no passenger door, and every window blown out because I let your sorry ass drive it? Or how about how you never even say thank you for all the shit I do for you? So fine. You don't want "my shit" around, then fix my Jeep, and I'll leave you alone, got it?"

Derek just stood there wide-eyed staring at Stiles. At some point Scott, and Peter must have also heard because they were also dumbfounded at everything that Stiles had said.

"Stiles, I—""

"Just don't talk, ok, Derek? I'm done. Done with all of you. Text me when my Jeep is fixed."

At that Stiles turned around and made his way home ignoring the words that Scott was yelling to him as he made his way down the staircase. He was done. He was finished feeling like the useless, pathetic tag along, and he was done trying to help everyone even though no one returned the favor.

By time he got home the street lights were burning bright. Walking up to his empty house he unlocked the door, bypassed everything and headed straight up the stairs to his room. He stripped all of his clothing off until he was left in his boxers, and slid under the covers.

"I can't believe this is my life" he said to himself as he tried to get comfortable.

Stiles hadn't heard from anyone in three days, well expect Lydia because, well, it's Lydia. It was Monday night and Stiles was still fuming with what happened. He now had to walk to school, and walk home,and ignore Scott, and Kira, and Malia who just kept hounding him. It was exhausting.

When he finally got home, he went right to his room like he usually did and collapsed onto his bed, and slid under the covers hoping for a good, and long sleep.

Eventually Stiles fell asleep, but as much as he hoped, it didn't last long. Waking up with a jolt he whipped his head towards his window just in time to see someone climbing through. Now, usually people coming through his window wasn't an unfamiliar thing, but for some reason he didn't feel right about this. Trying to be as quiet as possible he slipped off the bed and grabbed the bat for underneath his bed. As quickly as he could, Stiles swung his bat, hitting his intruder in the ribs and watching them fall with a loud thud.

"FUCK, STILES!" the person said

"Liam? What the hell are you doing here?"

Liam slowly got up from the floor, and sat on the edge of Stiles' bed holding his side.

"Did you have to hit me that hard? Seriously." Liam whined.

"Oh suck it up. You're a werewolf for goodness sakes, you're fine. Plus, that's what you get for sneaking into my room at three in the morning."

Liam sat up straight looking Stiles in the eyes.

Stiles raised his eyebrows waiting for the new beta to say something, but nothing came.

"Well, Liam, are you here for a reason, or…"

Liam took a deep breath. "Scott sent me to see if you were okay, and said that Derek wanted to make sure you were safe because apparently dead bodies have popped up in the next town over, and that they are sorry, and Derek will fix your jeep, but he needs your help because he doesn't know what parts to get, and he knows you don't want to see him, but he also threatened me behind Scott's back if I didn't come so please say you'll go."

As impressed as Stiles was that Liam got all that out in such little time, hearing it just made him angry.

Trying to swallow his anger down, Stiles looked at Liam.

"And they couldn't tell me themselves?"

"Well Scott has been trying but you won't talk to him, and it kind of seems like Derek was afraid to come see you himself so…"

Stiles ran his hands through his hair trying to relax. He sat down next to Liam on his bed and took a deep sigh.

"Alright. Okay. Thanks for telling me. Now go home, Liam."

Liam smiled at Stiles and jumped out the window, heading towards his house.

Stiles sprawled out on his bed and took a deep breath.

"What am I going to do?"