(Sorry for the little mishap with the uploading of the chapter, but anyway its all sorted out. Thank you for sticking through with me. Time for some seriously sour sterek lemons, and with that I give you the actual next chapter.)

Stiles' p.o.v

I opened my locker and pulled out a book quickly. I stuffed it into my bookbag, zipped it up, and slung it back over my shoulder. Today had been a pretty good day. There was no sign of the Durach. The pack was still jumpy and alert, but nevertheless they still found a way to be happy and normal for once. I smiled and rounded the corner, expecting to see Derek standing there like i had told him.

I froze, completely astounded by what I saw. My throat clogged and my stomach was already aching. I felt a sharp pain in my chest as I looked ahead.

Miss' Blake, or should I say Jennifer, was pressed up against Derek. Their faces, their lips inches apart. Derek's back was up against the lockers and he was looking down at Jennifer.

Jennifer looked over at me, seeming to know I was there watching. She smirked at me, and not one of those nice teacher smirks. It was a mischievous grin, she was taunting me.

Derek looked over and his face became grim.

"Stiles...thi-" I heard Derek say right before I turned and walked away. I broke into a run as soon as I was out of sight. I could feel the tears, the tears of betrayal, the tears of my heart literally ripping in half. I ran out of the school and slowed to a walk. I looked around. "Shit," I mumbled and whiped my face. I had gotten a ride from Derek, but there was absolutely no way I was going to ride in the car with him. So I started down the road, but as soon as I made it out of the shelter of the building I noticed it was raining. Just one more thing to make it worse. I pulled my hoodie up and over my head and looked down at my feet.

Why did he do this to me? Pretend he truly loved me and run off with the first girl that jumps into his lap. I wrapped my arms around my sides and continued walking. I could feel my insides churning and aching. I heard a familiar car come down the road at a slow speed and slow down near me.

I looked over, the window to the black sports car was down. Derek was leaning over the middle console of the car. "Stiles, get in" he stated.

I shook my head. "Hell no" I grumbled and continued walking. I could hear his car speed up before he swerved in front of me, cutting me off. I stopped and growled. I didn't even what to talk to him right now. I starred to walk around the right side of his car, but Derek cut me off.

He gripped my shoulders and looked me in the eyes. "Stiles. I'm sorry, that was nothing. Please just come with me" he pleaded. His hair was clinging to his skin and he was already soaked from the rain.

"Why can't you just leave me alone?" I mumbled and pushed his hands off my shoulders. I quickly stepped around him and started walking again.

Derek grabbed the shoulder of my hoodie and faced me toward him. "Stiles...I love you. You have to believe me. That...Jennifer...she is nothing. You're my mate, I love you. I need you to believe me" he stated.

"God I'm such an idiot" I growled and held the bridge between my nose. I hated it, but I was doing the same exact thing he used to do to me.

An odd expression crossed his face.

"I'm an idiot for thinking you and I could be together without things like that happening" I yelled and pointed toward the school.

"Stiles...I-"

"No...I just. I need to be alone" I turned and started to walk away. I stopped and turned toward him "oh and...um, I'll drive myself tomorrow" I mumbled while staring at the floor. I glanced up at him before turning and and continuing the rest of the walk to my house.

He had a pained look on his face.

I could hear him get into the car just before I saw his car pass by me. I whiped my face, aware of the tears I whiped with it. I sped up slightly, trying to make it to my house quickly. My mind was way too occupied to realise how much time it took for me to get home. I tried my hardest to not think about it, but it was very difficult.

"Stiles, what's wrong?" My father asked as soon as I made it through the door. "Where's Derek? And why are you soaked?" He asked standing up from his seat.

"Dad..." I breathed, I could already feel the tears coming. I ran toward him, my arms wrapping around his torso.

"Stiles...what's going on?" He asked as his arms curled around my back.

"I don't want to talk about it," I mumbled.

"Is Derek okay?"

I clenched my teeth. "Trust me he's perfectly fine," I grumbled before releasing my father and stumbling up the stairs. All I wanted to do was to be in my bed, but I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep. I just hoped I wouldn't get a late night visitor.