Here's 4! It's a really short one, but only because 5 is going to be kind of long. I'm having a big writing surge atm so I may or may not have 5 up in the next few hours… we'll see. Things are going to start heating up! Thanks x
Chapter Four
They developed a routine over the next few nights. Stiles would have the day to herself to do whatever she pleased, which mainly consisted of playing Xbox with Scott or hanging out with her Dad in his free time, and at eight o'clock each night, she would pick up Derek and they would park in the same spot, and watch. Well, Derek watched. Stiles sat silently and played her PSP or read a book with a torch and then eventually fall asleep at some point only to be awoken by Derek in the morning. 5am sharp.
On the fourth night of their stake out, Friday, Stiles had grown agitated. There hadn't been any sighting of the werewolves and she was beginning to feel it was a big waste of time. She was bored with her PSP games and wasn't in the mood for reading, so she sat restlessly in her seat, fidgeting.
"Stiles," Derek growled.
"What?"
Derek turned his head toward her slowly, his jaw clenched.
"Stop. Fidgeting," he said quietly, but threatening.
"I'm bored. So sue me," she sighed.
"Be patient," Derek said, turning his gaze back towards the gas station.
"I can't, okay? I'm kind of an impatient person if you haven't noticed. Hell, I'm surprised I lasted this long before losing it," she told him. "So, can we give this up? They're clearly not coming back."
"No," Derek barked. "I know you have so much going on in your exciting virgin-Xbox-playing-teenage life, but this is more important than that."
Stiles was hurt. She could almost physically feel it. She tried to think of a witty or sarcastic reply to shut him down so he wouldn't know he'd hurt her feelings, yet nothing came to mind. Stiles' mind was blank, quite a rarity.
Instead, she said, "You're right," then put her seat down and turned away from Derek, pretending to go to sleep.
Normally it was easy for her to push aside Derek Hale's comments; he'd been dishing them out to her for a long time. So why did it bother her now? Was it because that for the first time, she realized that without all the chaos and drama in Beacon Hills, her life – and she – was ordinary? When she really thought about it, she had no redeeming qualities. She was a smart-arse, impulsive, sarcastic. The only thing she had going for her was her loyalty and dedication to her friends, but she hadn't shown those qualities lately, there was no need for it. Her friends were not in danger.
It was a long night for Stiles, but gradually it was over. The first thing she did was fall onto her bed and let out the tears she had been holding in all night. She had refused to let Derek see her cry, but she needed a good sob, so she let it rain. Metaphorically, of course. When she finished, she fell asleep immediately. Crying was exhausting.