One More Night

Eleven (Derek)

A/N: A short little update for you guys, since you've been so patient and kind with my horrible updating schedule! I'm trying to get back into the swing of things. Thank you guys for reading <3 I hope you enjoy

Derek didn't deal with emotions very well. That was a well known fact. So when he accidentally stayed over at Stiles's apartment, everything went downhill fast. First, there was Stiles's alpha, Scott, who thought Derek was some dangerous predator. Then there was the fact that he stayed over in the first place, and the night they had before that happened. The way Derek got so jealous when he saw Stiles with Danny. How territorial he got over a guy that wasn't even his. He knew he couldn't keep at this. He couldn't see Stiles anymore. It was too hard. Too complicated.

At first, Derek just ignored Stiles's attempts at contacting him. Stiles only wanted Derek to talk to him so they could fuck again, he was sure. But Scott was still looking for him and Derek was still not over the fact that he was falling for a guy he couldn't have. Ignoring him was the best solution.

Then, it wasn't. Because when Stiles worked up the nerve to actually talk to Derek after class, face to face, Derek almost caved. He almost grabbed Stiles right then and there and kissed him. It would have been a horrible mistake, so instead of talking, he ran.

When running didn't work, Derek got drunk. It took a lot for him to get drunk, with the werewolf thing and all, so he drank a lot. The pretty bartender, Kate, kept passing him drinks and he lost count of how many he had downed the past hour. Then drinking only made Derek miss Stiles more, so he had to come up with another way to forget about him. He found a distraction in sticking his tongue down some stranger's throat in the bathroom. He didn't even learn the guy's name. He just wanted to forget Stiles. Wanted to forget his feelings, his heartbreak, everything.

It didn't last long. As soon as Stiles walked into that bathroom and saw Derek with the other guy, Derek's heart dropped into his stomach. He knew, technically, he hadn't done anything wrong. Stiles was never Derek's, so he didn't cheat. But it still felt wrong. It was morally wrong. Derek was hooking up with another guy, wishing it was Stiles, which wasn't fair to anyone in the situation. Not to the random guy, not to Stiles, not even to Derek.

Derek went straight home after that, without as much as an explanation to the dude in the bathroom. When he got to the parking lot, Stiles was gone, and so was Derek's will to do anything else except go home and wallow in his mistakes.

He wasn't home for very long when he heard the front door open. He'd been sitting on the couch watching whatever movie was playing on the tv. He wasn't paying much attention. Erica walked into the room a few minutes later, surprised to see Derek sitting there. "I thought you were out?" she said, flopping down on the couch next to him. She was still wearing her shoes and her coat, but she seemed more concerned with Derek than anything else. "What's wrong?"

Derek shrugged. "I fucked everything up. I always do."

Erica rolled her eyes. "Okay, pity party time, huh?" she said, shoving his shoulder. "Come on, what's going on? Did something happen?"

Derek sighed and shifted over to look at her, pulling his legs up on the couch. "Promise you won't get mad, or tell my sister anything about what I'm going to tell you?"