Okay, so, this is my first story I've ever posted anywhere and I'm a bit nervous, so...Please try to be nice in the comments?

Yes, this is Fem!Stiles. Most of my stories will have a Fem! character.

Basically, this is a WIP, so the plot is still thickening and coming together. But so far it's basically a story of Derek being an asshat and not realizing that Stiles feels like crap and when she blows up, he gets very upset and things sort of spiral for a bit before Sourwolf finally realizes that he likes Stiles and then smut and all that fun stuff.

They back in fourth grade, when they both had decided it'd be a fun idea to start a food fight. They became best friends during their detention and since then they've always been getting in trouble together, and it had been impossible to separate them for the past six years.

Until the bite.

Now Scott was stronger, faster, could see, hear and smell better and had a girlfriend. And then there was Stiles... The adderall addicted, awkward nerdy sidekick with no one and a huge crush on a guy she'd never get. She was starting to become okay with the idea of dying alone with fifty two cats. Would be better than dying completely alone. The only thing she was needed for was research.

She heaved a sigh and threw the large leather bound book across the room with a shout, tears welling up in her eyes. She was frustrated. She was so frustrated with everything. We couldn't she get the guy? Why couldn't she look like Lydia or Allison? Why did Derek have to be so fucking stupid? Why did everyone just use her for her awesome brains and research skills? She flopped over on her bed and hid her face in the pillow, sobs muffled and shoulders shaking.

"Stiles?" A voice sounded from near the window. Her head shot up and she rubbed at her eyes, keeping her back to the window and sniffling.

"What?" She snapped, moving over and picking up the large book. She went to her book shelf and slid the book back into it's spot. Maybe she should have a "Me Day" soon and rearrange her books by Author's Last Name. Or maybe by usefulness and alphabetical.

"Did you find any information?" Derek asked, snapping Stiles out of her thoughts. His question also snapped something inside of her and she whirled around, bleached blonde hair falling in her face and over her shoulders. She shoved it back and her mouth drew into a straight line.

"No. You know what? You can take your fucking stupid questions and your stupid ghosts or whatever the fuck I'm supposed to be doing and find someone else to do your research. I'm tired of being the human library in your stupid pack!" She shouted, fighting to breathe normally and keep the tears from her eyes. "All of you just use me for research and a freakin' human chew toy! So y'know what? I'm done. Done." She snapped, clenching her fists and fighting the urge to storm across the room and punch him right in his stupid Alpha face.

Derek stared at the young blonde with wide hazel eyes, shocked by the sudden outburst of anger. He stammered for a moment before falling quiet. He wasn't exactly sure what to say to any of that, because it was all true and he knew it.

"Don't expect me at any more pack meetings. Since, y'know, I'm not pack." She snapped, sniffling and running a hand over her face. Maybe if she just cut herself off from all of the pack and all of Derek's stupid attractive face, she could actually get a guy and have a normal life. But knowing her, that would happen.

"You are pa-"

"Oh really? If I'm 'Pack"" She made airquotes around the word, glaring at him. "Then why am I still human? Hmn? Riddle me that, sourwolf." She snapped, stepping closer to him and clenching her fists.

"Stiles..."

"Leave. Now." She growled, pointing to the window before turning away and going back to her bookshelf, muffling a sob in the sleeve of her sweater. Derek stared for a moment, a deep frown gracing his features - well...a deeper frown than he normally had- before turning and climbing out the window again.

Since it was Friday, she planned to make Saturday and Sunday her "Me Days". So Friday night was spent watching horror movies, playing video games and painting her toenails. She had a bottle of bright orange nail polish balance precariously on her right knee as she painted her left toe nails. She capped the bottle and set it down as her AIM went off.

Wolfboy Mccall: Where were you today?
Stylin'.Stilinski: Home, dumbass.
Wolfboy Mccall: Obviously. Why weren't you at the meeting? And why did Derek seem so down in the dumps? Did you two fight or something?
Stylin'.Stilinski: I dunno. It's Derek, dude. And no.
Wolfboy Mccall: Yeah. But he was at your place before the meeting.
Stylin'.Stilinski is writing a message...
Stylin'.Stilinski is now offline.

She huffed and pushed her laptop away, working on her right toenails and painting them perfectly. She gave a triumphant smile and set her nail polish back in her drawer with the rest of her nail polishes and nail art polish. Once the polish was dry, she went into the bathroom and started her bedtime routine. Shower, brush hair, brush teeth, get PJ's on, and then she was crawling into bed and drifting off into the land of sleep.