"Stiles...Stiles...Stiles!"
"Dad, go away I don't wanna get up today.." Stiles mumbled under his breath.
"Dude, get up class is over."
It took a minute, but Stiles managed to drag his head up from his desk. He could feel the huge red mark he'd have for the rest of the day appearing on his face.
"Oh, hey Isaac. What did I miss?" he asked sleepily.
"There's gonna be a quiz on the movie when Mr. Shane comes back," he explained, helping Stiles grab his stuff.
"Shit, what was it called again?" he asked as he strapped on his backpack.
"I took notes for you, you'll be fine."
"Dude, you are the best," Stiles said as he leaned his head back to take a deep breath.
"Yeh, I know. Now get to class, okay? I'll talk to you later," he said, patting Stiles on the back and heading to his own next class.
Stiles slumped into his seat and put his jacket hood over his head. Derek sat in the seat next to him, and he still wasn't ready for what had to happen. As much as he'd have loved to pretend like none of it had happened, he knew that as soon as he did he'd be right back into that hole he was in with Scott. He had to face this. There was nothing else to do about it.
So when Derek walked into class and sat down next to him, which took what seemed to be hours, he got straight to the point.
"What was last night about?" he asked casually, attempting to hide the hurt and panic in his voice.
"I uh, yeh. We gotta talk about that.." Derek replied awkwardly.
"Damn right we do. What the hell, Derek?" Stiles was trying not to yell but if Derek didn't start explaining soon he was going to bust his cap.
"I had a bad night before you got there. I mean, I know we had already had that argument, but after that like.." Derek trailed off.
"What Derek? What? Spit it out," Stiles was getting more upset now. The pain he felt in that moment was coming back to haunt him and he hated it. He would've slapped Derek but he knew it would hurt himself more than Derek.
"Mr. Hale, Mr. Stilinski, we're starting class now," their instructor called before continuing with class.
"Don't think you're getting out of this," Stiles mumbled to Derek angrily, tears starting to stream. He was feeling it now, and there was nothing he could do about it. Derek reached for his hand to try and comfort him, but Stiles yanked it away and didn't take another glance at him.
Derek felt like total shit. He wanted to tell Stiles, he wanted to tell him everything. He just couldn't. He sat there, watching Stiles hold a straight face as he let the tears fall, careful to wipe them when no one else was paying attention or when there was something on the board to write down. All he wanted to do was hold Stiles and scream to the world how sorry he was, even though he knew that it wouldn't make up for it. He wanted to tell Stiles how it would all be okay, how he'd make up for what he'd done. But Stiles wouldn't even let him touch him. So he just sat there, watching him with tired eyes, eves that got no sleep the night before.
Half the class had passed, yet Stiles and Derek had not spoken a word. Nor had they shared any sideways glances, Derek didn't catch Stiles gawking at him like he was his favorite person, Stiles didn't look over to see Derek watching him intently as he wrote down notes. They hadn't been dating for that long, hell they practically started dating overnight, but they felt and acted like they had been together a lifetime. But from they way they had been acting that day, it seemed like they had broken up.
Near the end of class, they were to split into partners and complete an assignment. Stiles' plan was, of course, find someone else to work with. But of course, Stiles Stilinski is nowhere near that damn lucky; everyone else was paired up. He looked over at Derek, who looked back at him. Stiles let out a huge sigh and turned in his chair.
"For the next 15 minutes, we are okay. No other talking unless it's about the work, my grades are still a priority, no matter how I'm feeling towards you. Okay?" Stiles said, with absolutely no question in his voice.
"Yeh.. Okay," Derek replied.
For the next few minutes, things seemed to be going well. They were both working well together, addressing nothing but what was on their papers.
"Hey, what did you get for this one? I can't find it," Derek asked, pointing to a spot on Stiles' paper. As a reflex, Stiles grabbed Derek's hand to move it out of the way, but didn't let go.
"Oh I found that one on page 33, but that's all I'm telling you. You'll have to find it for-" he stopped. He looked down and slowly let go of Derek's hand, pulling his away with dread.
"Not yet.." Derek whispered as he reached his fingers towards Stiles' hand. Stile's pulled his away quick and ran his hands through his hair and then started stacking his papers up. Derek looked down at his paper with sad eyes.
"Class is going to end soon, we better get going. We still have to talk," he packed up his stuff and grabbed Derek's paper, along with his own, and dropped it in the bin where his class put their finished work.
"History, right?" Stiles asked when he got back.
"What?" Derek asked back.
"Your next class," Stiles said plainly.
"Oh, yeh. History."
"Any tests? Quizzes?" Stiles pushed further.
"No, just studying for midterms."
"Good. You're skipping. Let's go," Stiles said as he grabbed Derek's bag along with his own and headed for the door as the bell rang.
Derek just watched. Did he hear that right? Stiles wanted to skip class? I mean sure he may have missed a few classes before, but that was from doing detective-like stuff with Scott to save everyone's ass. Derek didn't remember Stiles ever just skipping class.
"Hey, brain dead! Let's go," Stiles motioned with his head for Derek to stop making this harder than it had to be.
They had left school and headed to a McDonalds close by. Derek had been flipping out about them just strolling out the front door and driving off but Stiles wasn't having it. He hopped into the car and just drove, paranoid Derek in tow.
"Really, Derek. You're going so fast I can barely keep up," Stiles said deadpan as he sipped his coffee. Derek just looked at Stiles, he still wasn't all that used to his sarcasm so at first he was confused. Then he realized that he hadn't spoken a word other than to say that he didn't want anything before Stiles got his coffee.
"Seriously. Talk to me, you're scaring me, babe."
Babe. That word rang in Derek's brain like the damn liberty bell. How in hell was he going to explain his colossal fuck up now.
"Okay," Stiles said with a sigh. "Let's start with why was Scott leaving your damn apartment as I showed up?" Stiles asked with a raised eyebrow.
Derek's eyes shot up to meet Stiles'. "You saw him? Did he say anything to you?" Derek asked anxious.
"No I didn't see him, my friend did. He was waiting for me in my car."
Shit.. Derek thought to himself. He almost wished Scott had actually put that big mouth to use for once.
"Derek, I swear to god if you don't tell me what the hell is going on right now I will get up and leave and never speak to you again. You think class was bad? That's nothing," Stiles spat through gritted teeth while trying, and failing, to hold back his tears.
Fighting the urge to grab and hold Stiles, Derek finally opened his mouth. "The truth is..." he started. Stiles just stared expectantly.
What do I do? I can't tell the truth.. It would hurt him too much.. Fucking wolf doesn't know hot to keep its dick in its pants. You have to make a choice Derek.. Now! Tell him you idiot! He deserves to know!
"He and I got stuck being partners for a class project and I didn't want to say anything because I didn't want you to like flip out or anything and I was already irritable because we had that fight and Scott was being a bitch and kept poking at me and frustrating me and he's such a dumb ass that I literally had to point everything out to him and I was so pissed off when he left. I wasn't ready to have a serious conversation at the time, I was just angry." Derek's eyes were burning by the time he was done. They sat there in silence for what felt like ages, just staring at each other.
You are an asshole.
"Oh my god, Derek what the fuck! Why didn't you just say that? Why the hell was that so damn hard? Did you think I'd be upset or something like dude this could've been handled forever ago all you had to do was tell me. Believe me I know what a pain in the ass Scott can be." Stiles ran his hands over his face a few times before looking at a teary-eyed Derek.
"Oh, babe, you're crying," Stiles said as he wiped away Derek's tears with his thumb. Just his touch made Derek's whole body quiver. He grabbed Stiles' hands and pressed them against his face.
"I'm sorry.. I'm so sorry.. I'm sorry," was all Derek could say. Stiles just smiled ad leaned over to kiss Derek's forehead.
"It's okay Der, just tell me next time okay. I can't believe you got worked up over that. And you guys always say I over think situations." Stiles let out a chuckle.
Derek just wished Stiles knew what he was really apologizing for..