A/N: I hope everyone's week has went well. I know this chapter is sort of short, but please enjoy! Please also feel free to leave a review. I love hearing from you guys!


When Stiles woke up, Derek was gone. The place on the bed where he had slept last night was cold. The boy groggily got out of the bed and stumbled to the bathroom, assuming that's where the wolf was hiding out. He opened the door, but Derek wasn't there either. Stiles felt his stomach drop. Derek said he wouldn't leave, but he left anyway. Stiles inhaled sharply and rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

The boy knew he was acting like a school girl who had a crush on their teacher, but he didn't care. He thought about getting a shower, but he was exhausted. He wasn't even sure he wanted to go to school. This whole rapid relationship had taken a toll on him in the past few days. He certainly didn't want to have to deal with the rest of the pack either. They were probably still angry with Derek, which meant that were probably channel their frustrations to him. Angry teenage werewolves were not something he had the energy to deal with right now.

He crawled back into his bed, and tried to fall back to sleep. Thoughts kept circling around in his mind. He couldn't help but to think of the bond, the omega, the pack, and everything else. He shook most of the thoughts away, but he still wasn't able to sleep. Why would Derek leave? He told Stiles he wasn't going to, but he did. The boy sighed again and closed his eyes. He shouldn't let it bother him as much as it was. So what? He left, it didn't mean anything. Sleep came slowly, but eventually he did manage to drift off again.

Hours later, he woke up to the sound of his window slamming shut. He opened his eyes to see Derek standing at the foot of his bed.

"You didn't go to school today." Derek said simply. Stiles could tell right away that he was angry. Why? Was he seriously going to throw a fit because Stiles didn't go to school?

"Yeah, so? I don't feel well." That wasn't exactly the truth, but it wasn't a lie either. Even after a few extra hours of sleep, Stiles was still tired.

"You should have went to school." Derek stated, although his voice had softened a little.

Stiles rolled over in the bed and pulled the covers over his head. He wasn't going to even bother paying attention if Derek was going to act like a jerk.

"Are you even listening to me?" Derek asked. His voice was rough, and Stiles didn't like it. What did he have to be angry for?

Stiles sat up with a huff. "Yeah, I'm listening."

Derek glared at him, but he didn't say anything else.

"Look," Stiles started, getting up from the bed. "I don't know what your problem it, but don't take it out on me. Got it? I'm tired of being a punching bag. So I didn't go to school, big deal."

Stiles crossed his arms and eyed Derek cautiously. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to smart-mouth an alpha this early. Derek closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"I'm sorry, I just have a lot on my mind. You should have gone to school. I still don't want you alone."

"Well, maybe you should have said you were leaving." Stiles quipped.

Derek growled lowly and Stiles rolled his eyes. "Okay, I'm sorry I didn't go to school. If you didn't notice, your pack is sort of peeved with you right now. I'd rather not be in the middle."

"Stiles, you told your father you would keep up with school. I don't want our relationship to affect your life any more than it has to."

"Well, I hate to break it to you, but my life hasn't been normal since your uncle attacked my best friend. Why would you expect it to be any different now?"

Stiles got up before Derek had a chance to say anything else. The boy went straight to his bathroom and slammed the door shut. The lock slid in place with a soft 'click'. Hopefully Derek would get the hint and leave. The werewolf had no right whatsoever to try to control his life. The whole possessive thing was sort of a turn on, but not when he acted like this.

There was a light knock on the door, but Stiles didn't answer.

"Stiles, open the door." Derek's voice was gentle, but it still held the tone of command that Stiles didn't appreciate.

"No, I'm going to take a shower. Go away." Stiles turned on the water, and moments later the room started to fill with steam.

"Open the door, or I will." Derek said in the same voice.

Stiles ignored the werewolf and quickly got undressed. He slipped into the hot stream of water and felt instantly relaxed. He sighed and strained his ears to hear what the werewolf was doing. Moments passed without a sound, and Stiles was convinced Derek had taken the hint. Then, Stiles heard the sound of wood splintering. He looked around the curtain to see that Derek had managed to split the trim and open the door.

"Dude! Seriously?" Stiles shouted above the sound of the water.

"I gave you fair warning." Derek stated simply.

"Yeah, but I didn't think you would break the fucking door."

"Calm down, I'll fix it." Derek stepped into the bathroom and closed the door as best as he could behind him. He shed his shirt and Stiles started to panic.

"No, no, no, you're not coming in here." The boy's voice came out in a rush and Derek chuckled.

The werewolf smiled, but it was borderline predatory and wasn't necessarily comforting. "Relax Stiles, you act as if I've never seen you naked."

Stiles rolled his eyes, but Derek didn't stop undressing. Moments later, he was completely unclothed and was making his way into the shower. Stiles froze, but didn't unwrap himself from the curtain. He watched as the water rippled over Derek's body, and the boy was completely mesmerized.

"If you're going to gawk at me, don't I deserve to see you?" Derek questioned with a chuckle.

Stiles begrudgingly let the curtain slip from his grip, and as soon as he did, Derek's hands were on him. The boy let out a soft moan, and the werewolf growled in response. Derek's lips found Stiles' and his tongue forced open the boy's mouth. Any complaints Stiles had previously had melted away. His knees went weak, and if Derek wasn't holding him up, he probably would've slipped. Derek slowly washed every inch of Stiles' body, and started massaging shampoo into the boy's hair. Stiles closed his eyes and sighed. Maybe this wasn't so bad after all.

After Derek rinsed out Stiles' hair, he did the same to his. For some reason, the sight of Derek using his shampoo made Stiles extremely happy. It was sort of like a small claim. Almost like how Derek scented Stiles. Stiles could tell Derek was happy staying in the shower, but he knew it was only a matter of time until either of them became aroused. The boy was not ready for sexy time in the shower just yet. Stiles stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. He heard Derek make a sound that was a mix of a growl and whimper, but he chose to ignore him.

Stiles went to his room and dug through his dresser for some clothes. He slipped on a t-shirt and pulled on some boxers and a pair of jeans. He didn't bother with shoes yet, but he did pull on a pair of socks. By the time he was finished, Derek was out of the bathroom and was thankfull partialy dressed. The werewolf assessed the damage to the door.

"My dad will be pissed, FYI. I'll just make something up, something not along the lines of 'a psychopathic werewolf broke the door while I was showering'."

Derek shot Stiles a look. "I said I would fix it. Calm down."

Stiles rolled his eyes and plopped down on his bed. "Yeah, sure."

Derek sat down on the bed next to him. "Since you're not going to school, what do you feel like doing today?"

Stiles clicked his tongue and let his mind wander. What did he feel like doing? Honestly, he was content chilling in his room all day. Derek seemed a bit high strung, so he highly doubted he'd get to do that though.

"I don't know. What do you want to do?"

Derek smiled. "I have a few ideas, but none you'd be up for right now."

Stiles gulped. Maybe he should have gone to school today. "Yeah, about that. Maybe we should just set a date and, you know, get it over with."

"Get it over with?" Derek questioned with a chuckle. "This isn't something you should want to just 'get it over with'."

"Yeah?" Stiles asked.

Derek crawled over next to him and propped himself up on his elbow. "Yeah. I want you to enjoy every single moment of it."

Stiles felt his member twitch and he internally groaned. Now was not the time for that. "Maybe we should talk about this later?" Stiles said, his voice breaking.

Derek could undoubtedly smell his arousal. "I think now's a great time to talk about it. Besides, you brought it up."

The wolf looked almost predatory and shivers shot through Stiles' spine. "So, did you have a date in mind?" Derek continued.

"Yeah, uh, maybe this weekend?" Stiles said, suddenly unsure of himself.

"You realize that's only days away, right?"

"I know. I mean, if that's okay with you?"

Derek growled lowly. "Stiles, if you consented, I would want you right now. This weekend is perfect. I'll make you dinner."

Stiles chuckled. "Seriously? Dinner? Don't be going all soft on me sour wolf."

Derek narrowed his eyes. "Fine, I guess I'll just drag you to my cave and we'll have at it."

The two laughed and Derek wrapped his arms around the boy and pulled him close. They were quiet for a few moments until Derek cleared his throat. "Scott's outside."

Stiles scrambled out of his arms. "What? Shouldn't he be in school?"

"I could say the same about you." Scott called from downstairs.

"Stupid werewolf super powers." Stiles mumbled.

Derek sat up in the bed. Stiles was so glad he had put pants on. Scott knocked on the door frame. "I'm not interrupting, am I?"

"No." Stiles said quickly.

"Yes." Derek growled.

Stiles eyed the wolf. "No, you're not Scott."

Scott grinned sheepishly. "Okay, well do you two got a second?"

Stiles nodded, but Derek didn't respond. "Great, well I really wanted to talk to you about the omega. Maybe we could go downstairs?"

Scott's nose scrunched up and Stiles suddenly realized that his best friend could smell the arousal emanating from him and Derek. Stiles' cheeks tinged pink.

"Yeah, definitely."

Scott nodded and headed toward the stairs. Derek smiled at Stiles smugly. The boy huffed and grabbed the werewolf's shirt from the bathroom. He aimed it at Derek's stupid head, but the werewolf caught it easily enough.

"So, uh, about the omega. Argent said he'd help, but he's not happy about the whole 'claim' thing."

"Allison told him about that?" Derek asked, his voice laced with anger.

"Yeah, I mean she didn't really have a choice. He's only offered his help because Stiles is human."

"But Allison said he wouldn't help just because of me. Remember, I'm too involved." Stiles objected.

"Yeah, well he thinks you're being too rash about the claim or something. He wants to talk to you, before he does anything about the omega."

"Bullshit!" Derek yelled. "Stiles you're not talking to him."

Stiles crossed his arms defiantly. "That's not your decision to make Derek."

Scott cleared his throat. "I just wanted to let you guys know. Stiles you don't have to talk to him if you don't want to."

"Damn right he doesn't. This his none of Argent's fucking business." The wolf growled.

Scott flinched at his alpha's tone, and Stiles rolled his eyes. "Knock it off. If he'll help then I'll talk to him. If this omega comes back, it's not worth any of you getting hurt again."

Scott nodded, but Derek locked his jaw and looked away. "Scott, if it's cool, I'll talk to you about this tomorrow morning. I'll pick you up for school?"

"Yeah sure." The younger werewolf agreed. "Well, I'll, uh, see you guys later."

Stiles nodded and Scott left. Derek still didn't look at Stiles. "What's the big deal? It's just a talk."

Derek turned to Stiles quickly. "Just a talk? His sister murdered my family. They're werewolf hunters. Don't you get that?"

Stiles flinched at Derek's tone. It was harsh and cruel. "Yeah, but Kate's dead. I mean, I get that she was an evil psychopathic bitch, but I don't think Allison's dad is…"

Derek grabbed Stiles by his shoulders roughly. "No. You don't get it. My family is dead because of them. She used me. Our relationship is none of their business." He snarled

He struggled to get out of the wolf's grip, but Derek held on tighter. "You're not talking to him."

Stiles pushed Derek away and he finally let go. "Yeah, I am. If I don't he's not going to help."

"So what? I can take care of the omega myself! You think I'd let her get to you? Is that what you're afraid of?"

"No, I'm afraid that it will get to you. I mean, the first time it kicks your ass, and the other times you chase it off. I just want to end this. Don't you so we can move on with this claim stuff?"

Derek rolled his eyes. "Yeah, claim stuff. Talk to Argent. See if I care."

Stiles watched as Derek left and slammed the door behind him. Stiles' jaw dropped. He actually left. After he said he didn't want Stiles to be left alone. The boy narrowed his eyes and stomped up to his room. He grabbed his phone and texted Scott.

To Scott: Talk to Argent tomorrow?

He waited a few minutes for a reply.

From Scott: Yeah. U sure? What about derek?

To Scott: Doesn't matter, yeah I'm sure.

Stiles tossed his phone on his bed. If Derek wanted to act like a drama queen, that was fine with him. Stiles wasn't going to not do something that would help the pack.