Stiles shook uncontrollably with anger and frustration.
"How could you do this to me, Derek!" Stiles screamed, chucking Derek's phone at his head.
"Ah, fuck. Stiles! What the hell were you doing going through my phone!" Derek said defensively.
"Because you're meant to be my boyfriend, but I don't trust you! And I now see why! I now know why we haven't had sex in... God knows how long! You're an asshole, Derek. Who is she?! I want to know."
Derek rolled his eyes. He had met some girl and they started chatting, getting flirty and she became his best friend that he could talk about ANYTHING to. So he did, he hold her how Stiles 'wasn't doing it for him anymore' and how Derek 'Can't keep hard when him and Stiles were having sex anymore, because he doesn't find Stiles attractive.'
"She's just someone I met." Derek shrugged.
"Are you fucking kidding me! You tell her, some girl I don't even know, you talk to her about our sex life?! You say you're not attracted to me anymore?! Then why are we continuing this relationship? What's the fucking point?" By now, Stiles was crying.
He's never been in a situation that's made him feel THIS much like shit.
"I'd never cheat on you, I'd never sleep with anyone else." Derek said, kissing Stiles' cheek.
Stiles pushed Derek away.
"That IS cheating, Derek! You were saying shit like, you wish you weren't in a relationship so you could sleep with other people?! THATS cheating. I'm done, Derek, these past 3 years have been a waste of time. You're on your own." Stiles shook his head and walked to the bedroom to start packing his stuff. Why did he ever bother dating a good looking guy, he should have seen this coming.
Once he packed most of his shit, that he needed shit together and called Scott to give him a heads up that he was coming over, he walked back out to the lounge room.
"I'm going now. Don't bother trying to contact me in any way. Have fun being free and whoring around, Derek. Sorry to have held you back." As Stiles left, slamming the door, Derek looked at his phone. Noticing another flirty text from that bitch that ruined his relationship.
"What have I done?" He whimpered.