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"We don't need that. It's easy to make from scratch." Derek grumbled to me.

I rolled my eyes. Derek was one of the most annoying people to shop with.

We had been walking around the shop for about 35 minutes. We were in the last aisle when I spotted my Dad. He started walking towards us. I took a deep breath.

"Hey, Dad." I smiled nervously.

"Hello, son." He glared.

I heard a deep growl from beside me. I look to Derek whose eyes are glowing bright. And his teeth starting to show.

"Derek, calm down." I whisper to the wolf.

He snapped his teeth at me and snarled at my Dad. My Dad stepped back.

"Stay away from him!" Derek growled at my Dad.

Derek grabbed my arm and dragged me to the next aisle. He tried to calm himself down. His eyes faded back to normal and his teeth slowly shrunk back to size.

"Don't talk to him. Ever." Derek warned me.

I gulped and nodded. I felt like a child who had just been punished. Derek steps forward and puts his hand on my shoulder.

"C'mon, let's go. We're done." He huffed before walking to the check outs.

I dawdled afterwards, grabbing my phone out of my pocket and texting Scott about how 'fun' Derek was being.

'Well don't talk to your Dad, and he'll be fine. Chin up.' - Was the reply.

Thanks Scott for those words of encouragement...

"Are you gonna stand there all day or help?" Derek said gruffly.

I nodded and helped stack the groceries like 'Tetris', on the check out.

"That's $266.37" the bimbo behind the counter fake-smiled.

Derek handed over the money.

Once we got back home and unpacked the groceries, we both collapsed on the couch.

"I'm sorry." Derek said, not making eye contact, not even looking in my direction.

"What for?" I frowned.

Derek sighed frustratedly, like I was meant to know what the hell he was talking about.

"The supermarket." He glared.

I nod.

"Thanks..." I said.

We stay a moment in silence before I stood up.

"Where are you going?" Derek asked.

"Just to my room." I mumbled.

I lost all enthusiasm I had for anything. I was so close to tears, it wasn't funny.

I lye down on my bed and wipe at my blurry eyes.

I grab my phone.

'Hey, Danny Bhoy, what are you up to?' I texted him.

'Not much, just catching up on homework, what about you? Enjoying a quiet house?' He texted back.

I tear up again. I hated being alone with Derek. I didn't have a chance to reply back before there was a knock at my door.

I frantically wipe away any traces of tears and I quietly clear my throat.

"Yeah?" I call out.

"Wanna watch a movie?" Derek asks, opening my door.

I look down at my hands and nod.

"Yeah, I'll be down in a sec." I whisper.

I heard Derek sigh.

Was he frustrated with me again? I made a horrible noise in the back of my throat, I couldn't hold in the tears any more. I wiped furiously at them, begging them to stop. No success. I burst out into horrible sounding sobs.

"Stiles?" Derek asked concerned. He rushed over to me a kneeled down in front of me.

"Stiles?" He said a little louder.

I looked up to him, looking in his eyes, hoping I didn't see disgust or anger. Thankfully, I didn't. I only saw guilt and worry.

"I-I'm finnne." I said, my voice shaky.

"Your obviously not fine, Stiles, what's wrong?"

It's that feeling, when you feel horrible, then someone asks you those stupid questions 'what's wrong?' Or 'Are you alight?'. No. No I'm not.

I shake my head.

"I'm sorry." I mumbled.

Derek raised his eyebrow at me, grabbing my hands in his own.

"What for?" He asked.

I felt another sob wreck my body.

"For always making you angry and frustrated, I know you hat-" I was cut off with Derek's lips on my own.