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Stiles was so confused. He didn't understand what had just happened. All he knew was, it wasn't good. He shut the window with a dull thud, as it was quite breezy and his hair wasn't yet dry from the shower. He didn't want to catch a cold. He was prone to them, as showcased from the amount of shivering and goose bumps he had displayed from earlier. His first game was tonight and he had to play. He was excited and he knew how proud his father was. Stiles returned to the bathroom and cleaned around in there, drying up. He hung around the house, but he wasn't really in the mood to do anything else now. He just wanted Derek there with him. Since he couldn't have that, he settled for second best. Thinking of Derek. He lay back on his bed, allowing the fresh memories to wash over his mind and he smiled. He lay there for around two hours. It was the longest he'd ever just laid on his bed without sleeping, listening to music or masturbating. It was weird. Derek was weird. Derek was different. Good different, though. A difference Stiles could get used to. A difference Stiles wanted in his life.
Being with Derek today, it had opened so many doors for him. And so many questions. Was he gay? Was Derek gay? Would his father approve? Would his friends approve? What had happened? Did Derek feel the same away about him as he felt about Derek? All these questions buzzed around Stiles' mind and it began to give him a headache. As the feeling of Derek slowly disappeared from the room, all this confusion began to seep in to Stiles mind. His smile slowly faded and was replaced with a frown. Stiles punched him pillow. He was so frustrated. How could something so good turn into something so bad in such short time? Was Derek feeling this way too? Ugh, it was all just too much. Stiles shoved his face into his pillow and tried to shut his mind up.
Eventually, Stiles decided it was time to get to school and to get to the game. He got up from his bed, grabbed the keys to his jeep and ran down the stairs, jumping the last three and landing on the ground with a thud. "With abilities like that, I should be the werewolf around here..." Stiles thought to himself, smirking at his own stupid joke as he opened the door and left the house, slamming it behind him in an almost pointless attempt to release his pent up emotions. He walked across his yard and to the jeep, before letting himself in and slamming the car door. He sat in the jeep for a few minutes... just thinking. There was no rush. School was only a fifteen minute drive away and Stiles had fourty-five minutes to get there. He just didn't want to be hanging around the house, thinking of Derek. It wasn't helping. It was confusing him and frustrating him. Stiles couldn't understand his emotions. He knew he felt something for Derek. There was definitely something there. Today with Derek had been... amazing, to say the least. But why had Derek acted so weird as he had left? Stiles couldn't get him out of his mind.
Stiles slammed his hand against the steering wheel and his horn blared out from the silence, making him jump. This only frustrated him more, so he turned on the radio. Thankfully, some metalcore music was playing. He liked to listen to this music when he was in a bad mood. Considering he had ample time to get to school, Stiles decided to take a detour to kill some of that time. It was then he found himself subconsciously driving towards Derek's house. He turned left off of the main road and down through the trees, towards Derek's burned down house. As he reached the house, he turned the keys in the ignition, turned off the car and leapt out, slamming the door of his jeep again, to announce his presence. He knew Derek knew he was there. "Get out here." Stiles said simply, gritting his teeth.
Stiles waited for a couple of minutes, which felt like hours. The silence of the forest was calming, but it wasn't enough to get rid of Stiles' stormy mood. Derek still didn't appear. He knew if Derek was there, he would have heard him. Was he purposely ignoring him? That only angered Stiles more. He didn't want to feel like this. The effect Derek was having on him... it wasn't good. Stiles decided to cut his losses and got back in his jeep. He drove back through the woods and back on to the main road. As he was leaving the woods, he just happened to look in his wing mirror and see a wolf-like figure darting through the trees. He saw a flash a sapphire blue eyes. He recognized them immediately, having stared intently into them a couple of hours before as he had had sex with Derek.
Stiles' driving wasn't exactly safe as he took his anger out on the road. Somehow, in one piece, he arrived at the school. He didn't talk to anyone, even Scott, who took the danger signals and stayed silent beside Stiles. He hovered around, silently letting Stiles know he was there if he needed him. They both got changed in silence, whilst Scott talked to Danny about the upcoming game. Stiles picked up his lacrosse stick and made his way out onto the field to the cheers of the crowd, although he knew only one of them was dedicated to him. His father's. The rest would be dedicated to Scott or Jackson, the star players of the team.
The game was underway and Stiles wasn't his usual self. His playing style was much more aggressive. It paid off in some instances, but it cost him in others. Either way, he managed to stay on the field for the whole game, at least. Just in the final minute, Stiles ran upfront to the opposite side of the field and he saw Derek stood at the edge of the woods, watching the game in his usual black leather jacket. His hands were stuffed in his pockets and he had his usual stern look on his face. He didn't seem to notice Stiles as his run came to a halt and he stood still like a moron on the pitch. Obviously, Derek was watching to make sure Scott didn't shift. The fact Derek was there for Scott, only made Stiles more angry. As soon as the game was over, Scott bounded over to Stiles' side, with a smile on his face. Their team had won.
"C'mon man," Scott said. "I know you're upset about something, but cheer up, we won!" Scott threw his fist into the air happily.
"Yeah..." Stiles replied absent-mindedly, nodding his head slightly. He was staring at Derek still, who was staring back. After a few seconds, Scott followed Stiles' eyesight and saw Derek.
"Hmm, what's he doing here?" Scott wondered aloud.
And with that, Derek turned on his heel and walked back into the dark woods. Without even realizing he was doing it, Stiles was running off of the field and in to the woods, chasing after him. When Scott asked him where he was going, he just shouted back that he had to ask Derek something. Which he did.
He knew Derek wouldn't be easy to catch. Derek didn't want to be found. It was slowly getting dark and Stiles was in the woods. Alone. He was scared, but he didn't let that stop him. He could hear his heart throbbing in his chest and his throat burning as he drew cold, rapid breaths. His head hurt, unsurprisingly. His feet seemed to snap every single branch there was on the ground with deafening cracks, which whipped through the dark silence like chains and made him jump out of his skin.
"Derek!" Stiles called aloud. "Derek, I need to talk to you!" Out here, even the sound of his own voice scared him. He really just wanted to be in Derek's arms, despite everything. Then he would feel safe. Stiles had stopped running. He was slowly approaching Derek's house, for the second time that day. Even though now it was night. There was a small light near the front door of Derek's house and it illuminated the ground where Stiles was stood. Stiles waited in silence as his heart rate slowly returned to normal and he worried Derek wouldn't show again. But this time, he did. He stood on the decking surrounding his house. He leaned against the wall and sighed. As usual, he just appeared, as if from out of nowhere, making Stiles comically jump. But Derek did not laugh. He just stared at Stiles like he had done on the pitch earlier.
"What the hell do you want, Stiles?" He asked, as if Stiles were just a waste of his time. The emphasis on the 'you', as if Stiles were vermin, made him feel almost worthless. Stiles didn't understand. They had just had sex that day. Why was Derek acting like this? He was so different. Stiles stood there, staring at Derek, taking in all his beauty. He couldn't believe somebody that beautiful could be so horrible, but he was. Maybe he didn't mean to hurt Stiles' feelings? Maybe Stiles was being too sensitive? After all, it was Derek. He wasn't exactly all touchy feely. But today, Stiles had gotten to see a different side to Derek. Surely that counted for something? It was almost hard to believe this Derek. It was as if Stiles had seen the real Derek, and now... he couldn't believe this facade Derek put on as he went about his day to day life. But there was nothing he could do. Not now. He felt so helpless.
"Nothing." Stiles whispered, turning away as a tear slid down his cheek. He slowly walked away and made his way out of the woods, without looking back.