The night before, I had spent watching basketball and eating Chinese with my father as he shouted out things like; "They play better than that in their sleep" and "This game is so boring, I wish I could take a hammer to my skull!" My father wasn't a very happy person by nature but last night his unhappiness had hit an extreme.

Today was Saturday so he had already left for work. I took my time getting up, slowly moving to the bathroom to alleviate myself and brush my teeth. I wasn't really a health freak but my breath had a tendency of smelling like dead animals so I always brushed them for precautionary reasons. Then I marched downstairs and heated up some Chinese leftovers.

"I thought you had Chinese last night?"

"Derek! You need to stop coming and going whenever you like!" I didn't understand why Derek found so much pleasure in making me mad. I turned around but didn't see Derek. "Hello?" I heard a scuttling to my right and turned slowly in case it attacked. My breathing hitched and gulped incessantly. "Derek, is that you?" My heart beat quickened and my limbs started going numb.

I slowly backed away and reached for the metal bat I kept hidden under the sink. I grabbed it swiftly and went straight into a fighting stance which consisted of me standing with my left foot forward and the bat in my hand settled on my shoulder. I inhaled than ran full speed towards the dining room. I had hit the fancy vase my grandma had bought us for Valentine's Day and it smashed to the ground.

"Dude, calm down!" It was only Scott.

"Could you have told me it was you before I went ninja crazy on my dining room? How am I going to explain this to my dad?" I bent down to sweep the pieces of broken glass together. I got up and grabbed the dustpan attached to the broom that was kept in the pantry. I swept up the broken glass and threw it into the trash. He half smiled, trying not to burst into laughter. I began to smile too and soon we both were holding our stomachs in pain.

Once we regained our composure I spoke, "So, why did you come in all creepy like?" He chuckled and stood up from his seat at the table.

"Well, I realized that I've been kind of ignoring you and I wanted to make it up to you. So, I rented the entire Star Wars Saga and I thought we could have a movie day since you've wanted me to watch these since we were eight. I finally give in!" He threw his hands in the air for emphasizm.

"Works for me! You get it playing and I'll pop the popcorn and get the sodas." Soon we were nestled into our positions for the movie, chomping on popcorn and slurping our sodas loudly. As the storyline began rolling to the top of the screen, Scott jerked upward. He was now sitting completely straight, straining to hear something only his ears could hear. "Oh, Lydia's here!" He jumped up to grab the door even though no one had knocked yet. My head flew back in mock disapproval. I hadn't even had ten minutes alone with the guy before his girl came knocking at the door, literally.

He opened the door and walked outside. I lazily got up and dragged my feet to the door to see what was taking so long. That was a mistake. I reached the doorway and saw Scott making out with Lydia against my car. I was fuming and the only thing I could think of was slamming the door.

I sat at the table rubbing my temple waiting for the knock at the door but it never came. I waited ten minutes then checked the door. They were gone. Not even a note or a text. I needed time away from everyone especially Scott. He had decided to give me a lot of space so I was going to return the favor.

I was hurt though. I mean, hadn't his whole reason for coming over been to spend time with me alone? Or had he implied something else? I grabbed my phone checking for messages but there was only one from Derek.

Derek – Stiles, I haven't been able to contact Scott. I'm going out of town for a few days to visit a nearby pack in Arizona. Tell Scott I'll be back in a week.

A week seemed like a perfect amount of time to be away from Beacon Hills. I had straight A's in all of my classes so I could just do my work on the go. A little detox from Scott and Lydia was exactly what I needed.

Stiles – Would you like the company?

Almost an hour passed before I got a response.

Derek – Come over, we'll discuss it.

I sighed and grabbed my keys. Derek was lonely and I was lonely. I was about to embark on a mission with my enemy. What the hell was I thinking? I walked to the front door and locked it, planning to get ready for bed. I got halfway up the stairs before I turned back around and ran out the door. Who was I kidding? If I didn't have Derek, I didn't have anybody.

At Derek's

I slid open Derek's large door and crept inside. "Derek?"

"I'm back here!" The voice came from upstairs. I had never been to the upstairs part of his place. Most of the time I didn't even notice it but it seemed strange that he would so willingly let me invade his actual abode. I walked up each step slowly just in case he changed his mind and yelled at me to get back downstairs. But he didn't and I eventually reached the top.

There were only two rooms angled off the stairwell. I went to the room that was lit up. I'm guessing the other room belonged to Peter. I approached cautiously and knocked lightly on the doorframe. He turned around and grunted. "Hurry up! I don't have time to hang around!" Now, that was the sour wolf I knew and didn't love. "Now, why do you want to leave Beacon Hills for a week?"

I was about to divulge my biggest secret to the person I trusted the least, well maybe second least. I definitely trusted Peter least since he actually tried to kill me the first time we met. "I'm just going to spill so don't interrupt. Got it?" He rolled his eyes and continued putting clothes into a duffel bag. "Since Lydia and Scott started dating, he's been obsessed with her and more and more, ignoring me" I tried to sound like I was about to cry but it was no use. Derek was an alpha. He could hear the hint of a lie a mile away.

"That's part true. What's the rest?" I blew out air as I puffed out my cheeks. I could feel my heart racing and Derek just reassured my obvious impending heart attack when he dropped what he was doing and turned towards me, eyebrows in concentration. "What's the rest?"

I gulped and looked at the floor. "I'm in love with Lydia, okay!" I brought my gaze up to meet his confused eyes. "I always have been, always will be" I slumped, amazed at how great it felt to finally tell someone, even if that someone was Derek Hale. There were a few moments of silence as Derek stood deliberating. "Well, are you going to say something?" I was getting impatient.

"Wow, didn't see that one coming!" He turned back around, continuing to go through possible clothing choices. "I'm leaving at 9 tomorrow morning. Be here at 8:30!"