Chapter 6: Ripped Apart

It had been weeks since Stiles and Derek spent quality time together due to the fact mid-terms were happening. Stiles had put all of his extra time into studying so that he could pass. He felt bad choosing studying over Derek every night, but it was impossible to concentrate with a hunky werewolf sitting in his room. Excitement had helped Stiles get through the last bit of studying because tomorrow was the last segment of his mid-terms.

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The school bell rang throughout the school as students flooded the hallways. Stiles and Scott walked over to their lockers. "Who the hell even created mid-terms?"

Scott opened his mouth to answer but Stiles cut him off.

"The same psychopath who created the way Wednesday is spelled, that's who! I swear studying is probably worse than having someone drill a screw into me."

Scott laughed as he grabbed books from his locker. "You're going to be a virgin forever then."

Ok that's not what I meant. You're a dirty minded teenager and you should be ashamed." Scott scoffed. "And what makes you think I'm the screw? I could be the screwdriver!"

"Sure you could buddy." Scott walked off.

"Yeah ok! By the way, your sarcasm stunk up the hallway!" He shut his locker and jumped back startled to find Isaac standing behind the locker door. Isaac stood with his back to the locker as he picked at his fingernails.

"What's up Stiles?"

Stiles took a deep breath before he answered. "I'm fine…Are you going to hurt me or something?" Isaac smiled. "Can't I just talk to you without you assuming I came here to hurt you?" Stiles began walking as Isaac followed on the side of him. "Yeah, I guess. But you scare me so…"

"Do I really scare you? I don't mean to. Plus I wouldn't intentionally hurt you." Stiles stared at Isaac for a second. "Anyways…did you need something?"

"Yeah I was hoping you have chemistry notes."

Stiles stood there for a second with a very confused look on his face. "You know that I barely pay attention in class."

Isaac nodded his head in agreement. "Yeah I know."

"Well then why did you ask me?" Isaac stopped Stiles from continuing to walk by grabbing onto his shoulder. "..maybe it was just an excuse to talk to you."

Issac playfully tapped on Stiles' arm. "Big biceps…" He walked off smiling. Stiles ran to the front of the school to meet Scott. He was his ride home since Scott lost the privilege of using his car. The two got into the car and began driving while Stiles debated on talking about the Isaac situation.

"I think Isaac hit on me."

Scott laughed and turned to face Stiles. "Ok just because you have Derek Hale as your secret midnight lover, doesn't mean every male werewolf wants you."

Stiles questioned himself trying to decide on whether to keep talking or to just forget the whole thing. "I'm being serious! And it's weird too, cause' Derek told the whole pack that me and him were together. You think Isaac is trying to sabotage us?"

"Do you really think someone would be dumb enough to mess around with Derek? And is Isaac even gay?" Scott explained.

"Well obviously! I don't have proof…but he told me that I have big biceps. What straight guy says that to another guy as flirtatiously as he did?" Stiles pulled up to Scott's house. Scott gathered his things and got out before saying one last sarcastic comment to Stiles.

"Thanks for the ride. Oh and by the way…you have big biceps." He winked and walked into his house. Stiles drove to his house. He walked into his bedroom and threw down this backpack. Derek had been patiently waiting for Stiles so when he walked through the door he pounced. Derek pushed Stiles back onto the bed so that he was on top.

"What the hell are you doing Derek?"

Derek got off Stiles and sat down. "That wasn't the response I thought I'd get. You usually like when I'm on top you."

"I'm sorry. I'm just tired."

Derek stepped closer to Stiles and put both of his hands on the sides of Stiles' face. "How about we take a nap then?" Stiles nodded his head. "Fine." Stiles kick off his shoes and slid off his pants while Derek stared at him.

"Staring especially long this time. Why?" Stiles turned to face Derek who was still dressed. "You're not gonna sleep in your clothes are you?"

"Sorry. You're boxers are unusually hugging that sexy little ass in a different way today." Derek kicked off his shoes and pants before getting under the covers. Stiles got into bed and curled up into Derek's arms. "Can I tell you something? Promise you won't get out of control though." Derek nodded. "What? Wanna jerk or something?

"As tempting as that sounds…that's not it. Isaac hit on me today at school. And I have no idea what to do." Stiles kept his hand on Derek's chest to make sure he kept calm. Derek jumped out of bed and put his clothes back on.

"Where are you going?"

Derek buckled his belt before explaining to Stiles. "I'm going to talk to him."

"No! Stop Derek! He didn't do anything bad!" Stiles got out of bed and grabbed onto Derek's arms to keep him from leaving. "He might have just been joking around!" Derek jumped out of the bedroom window and began sniffing out Isaac's scent. The scent led to a motel where Isaac was now staying due to the fact he left Derek's hideout. Derek walked up to the door that smelled like Isaac and broke it down. He grabbed Isaac by the throat and held him against the wall.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Isaac forced out a laugh even though Derek was holding tightly to his neck. "I'm guessing Stiles told you about today. Am I right?" Isaac kicked Derek off of him and into the cheap dresser that was holding the TV. Derek's weight broke through the dresser and he fell to the ground. The two werewolves extended their claws and began going at each other. Derek landed some pretty ferocious hits, but so did Isaac. He clawed straight across Derek's face causing him to growl in pain as his face bled. Derek dug his claws into Isaac's stomach. Isaac then bashed Derek into the ground and kicked him in the head.

With Derek dazed, Isaac began to talk. "Spending all your time with Stiles really has thrown off your game."

Derek stood up and spit out blood. "You're going to stay away from Stiles or I'm going to bury you alive. You'll spend the rest of your little werewolf life in a hole."

"That's a pretty serious threat Derek. I bet I can top it through." Isaac smiled as he explained.

"I've had a crush on Stiles since the first time I saw him. And it isn't fair you get to just have him."

"Ha. What do you think all of this is? Some movie? You can't just force yourself in-between someone else's relationship. And exactly how did that top my threat?"

Isaac snickered. "That wasn't my threat. This is." Isaac paused. "If you don't back off, then I'll kill him. And we both won't have him."

"You touch him, and I kill you." Derek threatened back.

"Ok. He'll be dead, I'll be dead. You still lose. You guys were the worst match anyways. He's 18, your 24. How creepy is that? And did you really think someone would actually love a person who helped kill his entire family." He laughed. "You helped indirectly, but still…helped. Stiles is a teenage boy with hormones. He doesn't want you! He just wants your body, and deep down inside you know that. He'll be happier with someone the same age as him, as well as the same raging hormones as him."

Derek didn't answer. He began to believe Isaac's harsh words.

"Well, I believe the message sunk in. Right? Now if you excuse me…I'll be checking into a new motel. One with a door that is still intact."

Isaac left the trashed room leaving Derek feeling broken and weak. Derek knew what he had to do. He wanted to protect Stiles, and if that meant backing off of the relationship they had together….then that's what he had to do.