Derek sat himself down on the couch in his apartment, the apartment was still completely destroyed. He wasn't really thinking about that anymore, he was thinking about the night before. He hadn't noticed all of that mess, when he'd been too busy...with Stiles.

He groaned out loud, trying to ignore the strange feeling in his stomach. It was the same feeling he'd felt the night before when Stiles had kissed him.

Derek hadn't felt that since Paige, the feeling of love? No, he shot that thought down immediately. What he'd felt for Paige was completely different, he'd loved her, he knew that. He'd had sex with Stiles.

That was still something he couldn't comprehend. Out of all the people, it was Stiles. Did he genuinely have some sort of attraction to the young boy? He wasn't muscly or strong like Scott or Isaac or completely handsome like Aiden and Ethan, but he was Stiles.

Derek lay back on the couch and stared at the shaft ceiling. He didn't want to think about Stiles anymore.

Lydia couldn't get those stupid blue eyes out of her head. Jackson had calmed her nerves when she'd spoken to him, but now she was thinking clearly, she could comprehend her thoughts better.

He was a werewolf. The boy, who'd hurt her, Jackson's ex-best friend.

She had to speak to the Sheriff, she knew it. He was the only other person that knew, she stood at the desk, she hadn't had the nerve to skip last period and waited for the next day after school.

She was grateful to see that Stiles' Jeep was not in the parking lot. At least that was something.

"Can I help you?" A handsome young man at the desk walked over and smiled at her.

"I'm here to see the Sheriff," She stammered, staring at her feet.

There was a slight pause and he replied, "He's not here at the moment, but he'll be here in ten minutes, you wanna wait?"

Lydia nodded, moving to sit on the bench at the side. She knew that the Sheriff would help, she could tell him about the werewolf issue and he and Jackson were the only two people that knew what happened that night.

Isaac was bored, he was tapping his fingers on the dashboard of the Jeep, when his phone rang.

"Allison?" He answered the phone, winding the window down to let some air into the stuffy car.

"Isaac, where are you?" Her voice was cool and angry.

"Uh, outside Derek's apartment," Isaac said stuttering, trying to keep himself calm.

"Why are you there?"

"I'm helping Stiles?" He phrased it as more of a question.

"You were supposed to be helping me hunt," Allison replied, and Isaac groaned.

"Oh my God Allison I'm so sorry, I'll be there in half an hour,"

"Don't worry about it, I'll ask Scott," She replied, hanging up the phone.

Isaac groaned again and slammed his head on the steering wheel, making the horn blare.

Stiles cringed as he heard the sound of his car horn, Isaac must be getting impatient, he slid up the stairs quietly, until he reached the sliding door that led to Derek's apartment.

He didn't knock, just quickly slid the door open, and entered.

The apartment was cool and was still completely trashed from the party, which he was surprised about it. The party had been on Friday, the day was Monday, how had Derek not cleaned up yet?

And there he was, lying down on the couch, his hands over his eyes. Stiles shuffled in slightly before awkwardly clearing his throat, dreading the next moment.

Derek shot up, and turned to see who it was, his eyes were glowing blue.

"Stiles," His eyes faded and he looked down.

"Hey," Stiles' voice took a comedic element.

"What are you doing here?" Derek replied rudely.

"I came to get my shirt," Stiles said matter-of-factly, folding his arms across his chest.

"Oh," Derek replied, pointing at the shirt which was hanging on the back of the armchair.

"Has anybody been here?" Stiles asked trying to sound nonchalant as he walked over to grab the shirt.

"Just Peter," Derek said and he sounded tired.

"Did he see-," Stiles didn't finish the sentence as Derek nodded, suddenly his eyes were wide open.

"So he knows?" Stiles said, his voice stammering a little.

"Yes unfortunately," Derek said standing up.

"Damn it," Stiles groaned, and Derek moved slightly closer to the younger boy.

"We have something more important to talk about," Derek said, his voice regaining its strength.

"Which is?" Stiles said, absentmindedly folding his shirt over his arms.

"Why? Why did you kiss me?" Derek asked, his voice cracking slightly.

"I was drunk, and I needed to distract you," Stiles said, shrugging.

"So you thought that was a good idea?" Derek said, rocking back and forth on his heels.

"Why are we questioning this? I can't exactly take it back," Stiles said, starting to move towards the exit, but Derek grabbed his arm and turned him back around.

"Because I need to know why you kissed me," Derek's steely grey eyes stared right into Stiles'.

"I don't know okay? I just did!" Stiles half shouted and stormed towards the door.

"Do you have feelings for me?!" Derek called out to the boy, who turned sharply on his heels.

"No," He stated plainly, walking out of the apartment and sliding the door behind him.

Derek watched him go, a lump forming in his throat as he stood just staring at the heavy metal door. He didn't know what he was feeling or what the strange feeling in his stomach meant, but he was trying to avoid the slight sense of disappointment he felt.

A/N: Wow I am so sorry, I haven't updated since last May! I'm so very sorry, school has been absolutely crazy and I haven't had time to do anything but schoolwork. I am on holidays at the moment, so I'm just getting around to come back to fanfiction. Holy crap, I've missed watching Teen Wolf, so I needed to write some more of this. I will promise completely and absolutely to upload in the next week at some point, however I am entering my senior year now so I will have to focus completely on that, but if I have any time, I shall write more of this story. Once again thank you for reading and liking this story.

With Love

-Libby