He just stared...Stiles hated when people stared at him like they were any more perfect than him...

Stiles started blinking furiously and tried to swallow but there was a lump in his throat. He decided to just go.

And Derek let him go.

For 1 week he stayed at home brooding over no contact because now, someone apart from his dad knows about his issues.

He sat on the end of his bed head on his knees, looking out the window wondering if a werewolf would come through. Stiles started to cry silently, emotion building up more and more until he couldn't resist the urge to text Derek something...anything.

Stiles

"Do you hate me?" (11:26AM)

As tears glided off his face and onto his screen he'd promptly wipe them off. After getting nothing for half an hour he fell asleep from lack of energy, drained by his tears.

"N-n-NO!" Stiles screamed in panic as he shot up from his nightmare. Chest heaving and sweat dripping from his brow he placed his hand over his heart and shut his eyes tightly until he saw spots of white behind a blank screen. When he opened his eyes he saw his dad standing at the foot of his bed looking at him worried.

"Are you ok son?"..."Yeah, dad I'm fine I just had a bad dream..."..."Okaaaay, well, I'm heading down to the station"..."K bye." Stiles said unenthusiastically. He's used to being alone.

After his dad left his phone buzzed, he saw a text from Derek. 'Oh crap', Stiles facepalmed as he remembered his emotional text. "Fuuuck..." He exhaled out as he opened the message.

Derek

"Stiles. I don't hate you...if anything I thought you could trust me...as your Alpha." (1:00PM)

After Stiles read the text 24 times he was about to give himself a good ol facepalm when he felt a cool breeze on his skin. There stood his crush, Derek Hale, 50% human, 50% wolf and 20% grump...(I know it adds up 120% ha).

The eye contact was intense, like one of those old cowboy movies...who's gonna shoot first?

"Derek I..."..."Stiles I'm your Alpha. Human or not you're supposed to talk to me"..."Yeah? Then why do you always slam me into walls and threaten to rip my throat out?!"

Derek stared at him with anger, then jumped out of the window.

Yes, Stiles has cried...but never like he did that afternoon, since his mother died. Completely destroying his room and falling on the ground, he stretched out to grab his knife. A new one since his dad took the older, in fear of what he was going to do...

He cut deep the first few times, then started jabbing at his arms gasping for air, his head tilted back tears streaming down his face, snot clinging to his lips and drool to his shirt. He started to shake and have a panic attack when he dropped the blade took his fingers and coated them with blood...crawling over to the wall he started to write..."Trust" over and over again until he passed out...