Chapter 7: Wedge

Stiles laid on his bed and looked at his bedroom window waiting for Derek to return. He jumped up and ran to the window as he spotted Derek trying to open it. Derek stepped in and stood quietly.

"What happened? Your shirt is all bloody...here let me help." Stiles attempted to remove Derek shirt but Derek stopped him. "What's wrong? You're hands are shaking." Derek looked down at his hands realizing they were shaking due to the fact he was about to break Stiles' heart. Stiles grabbed Derek's hands and held them tightly.

"No…don't." Derek pulled his hands away and stared at the ground.

"Are you going to tell me what happened?" Derek stood there trying to figure out what to do. He knew that he didn't want to hurt Stiles in any way. But he didn't want Isaac to hurt him either.

"…We can't do this anymore Stiles."

Stiles shook his head trying to make sense of the whole thing. "What do you mean we can't this anymore?"

"This whole relationship Stiles. It's done. We're done. I don't want to see you anymore after this." It tore Derek up inside knowing he was completely crushing Stiles. He didn't want to breakup this way, but he knew it would be too hard to break it off slowly and gently. Fast and harsh was the way it had to be done. "Good-bye Stiles."

Derek went to step out of the window when Stiles grabbed him.

"This better just be a fucking joke Derek. What did I do? We can fix it…please!" Stiles' voice cracked with sadness as he held tightly onto Derek's jacket.

"It's done."

Derek got half way out the window when something hit him in the back. He turned around to see what it was. "The jacket I gave you?" Derek looked at Stiles for an answer. Stiles' chin was quivering as he fought tears back.

"Take it back. I don't want it anyone."

Derek picked the jacket up slowly and held it close as he jumped from Stiles' bedroom window into the darkness. With Derek gone, Stiles fell to the floor in tears and sobbed quietly into in arms.

…

The next day, Stiles stayed home from school. He had stayed up all night crying into his pillow. Stiles laid in bed all day thinking about Derek. He didn't understand the reason why it happened. The door bell rang and Stiles walked downstairs to answer it. As he opened the door, Isaac stood there.

"Isaac? Why are here?"

"Well you weren't at school today so I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I also brought some of your homework." He stood in the door frame rubbing his hands together to keep warm.

"Uh…thanks…I guess." Stiles acknowledged that Isaac was cold and felt kind of bad that he walked all the way to his house just to check on him. "Do you want to come in?" Isaac nodded and stepped in.

"It's deadly out there. Way too cold." Isaac explained as he sat down at the kitchen table. Stiles walked over with two cups of hot chocolate. He sat down and gave Isaac a cup.

"Here. Just sort of a thanks for walking all the way over here." Isaac took a sip before speaking. "Not a problem. I most definitely don't mind helping you. By the way, are you okay? You look kind of sick."

Stiles continued to drink his hot chocolate staring sadly into the table. "No, I'm not sick. I just had a hard time last night. I'm fine." Isaac nodded his head. "You don't look fine. I'm sorry if I'm prying. But I just don't want you to be sad for any reason. I'd like to help, if I can…"

"Derek and I broke up last night. I have no idea why. I don't know what I did to make this happen. I don't even know why I deserve this." Stiles wiped the tears that were filling his eyes. "But I guess it's all part of being a teenager right? A lot of heart breaks."

Isaac smiled. "Yeah. I'm sorry to hear. But you're a strong dude…" Isaac eyed Stiles' muscles. "…a very strong dude. You'll get through it though. And yes, it sucks that the whole Derek thing didn't work out. But you'll find someone else." Stiles gave Isaac a confused look. "I mean, there's no possible way Derek is the only guy who likes you." Isaac laughed.

"What's funny?"

"Nothing…you just have a little…" Isaac ran this thumb slowly across Stiles' upper lip. "You had a little chocolate there. I should probably get going now. I hope you feel better tomorrow." Isaac left. Stiles' sat there stunned by the fact Isaac was being so caring. He ran upstairs, got dressed and drove to Scott's house.

….

Once Scott let Stiles into his house, they raced up to his bedroom.

Scott sat on his bed and resumed playing his video game as Stiles paced the room quickly. "I don't have a fucking clue on what to do here." Scott nodded his head. "Yeah, why are you here?" Stiles continued walking back and forth. "Derek broke up with me last night. I spent all night trying to figure out how to get him back. I need help." Scott paused his game. "Why'd you guys break up?"

"I don't know. And now that we are, Isaac is practically all over me." Scott laughed.

"Way to go buddy. Already got another werewolf lined up." He patted Stiles on the back before resuming his video. "This is what being a teenager is all about. School, fights, break ups, heartbreak, alcohol, video games…it's just what happens. And you can't escape it."

"Ok, you have a point. But wouldn't you fight to be with Allison?"

"Hell yeah. But I love Allison. Are you sure you love Derek? What did you think when you first saw him?" Stiles stayed for a quiet for a second trying to remember. "I almost threw up because of the fear. But I was strangely turned on." Scott and Stiles both laughed. "But this whole situation seems weird. Something feels off about it. Like why did Isaac just now start going after me? I love Derek…He wouldn't just run out like that unless he had a real reason. I've gotta talk to him."

Scott picked up a second game controller and handed it to Stiles. "Ok. Well right now you have no idea where he is, so how about you play this game with me since single player mode is boring."