Sterek: Abandoned Stiles

Chapter One

A nightmare. That was what his life was at the moment. For a bit more than one year, he and his supposed to be best friend had struggled with supernatural Drama, one evil creature after the other going on a rampage in their hometown. Beacon hills. And it was all to his, Stiles' fault, Scott had ever been bitten in the first place. Had Turned into a werewolf. Had Been pulled into this World. And Stiles had always been at Scotts' side, trying to Support, help him as good he could, be there every time help was needed. Had gotten his own share of traumas and injuries over the said amount of time. Bruises, scratches, you name it. Stiles had just taken it; this probably was normal if you were human running with a Pack of werewolves, one of them being your best friend. ... Or having Bern said, person. He snorted almost bitterly, Feeling empty. Used. And sure the hell wouldn't go back to Beacon Hills this or in the next few days. He was, in fact, driving with his Jeep since this morning, a chaotically packed sports back on the Seat next to him with some clothes and a bit of money.

He would have to Pullover anyways too soon, being tired as he was. From his lack of sleep Last night or emotionally, he wasn't too sure. Both, probably. After another few miles, there, finally, was a cheap motel. Cheap enough to spend at least somewhat comfy the night in, he mused bitterly, Pulling over and into the Parking lot. Just grabbing his Bag plus the money, the Varel 17-year-old made his way inside to Register himself here. One, maybe two nights if he was lucky. He would have to earn some money which he knew. And had enough from it all. His home town, the constant threats there, and on top of it all: from Scott. Who had just told him off Last evening, throwing him out of their friend group. Or he had believed they were his, at least. How foolish that had been.

Derek was taking a walk through the city, just relaxing. He and his sister Laura lived in Santa Ana, California; they were the last family. No one else survived the house fire back home in Beacon Hills; it happened around 8 years ago. It was still a sore spot for him; he felt like it was his doing. But Laura keeps telling him there was no way for him to know that that would happen and that she and their family doesn't blame him for what happened.

Laura has been trying to set him up with different people for the last 3 years, saying something along the lines that she wants him to be happy. Well, he doesn't want to be in a relationship after his last one, the one that caused his entire family to die in front of his eyes. He doesn't need something like that happening again anytime soon.

So this was his place to stay at the moment. A bed, dirty old carpet, somewhat filthy curtains partly covering the Windows. Having dropped the bag somewhere near the door, he trudged over to the bed, took a seat there. So he had left his home. Now what? Earning money would be difficult, given he wasn't an adult.

And couldn't do anything that He couldn't do anything they would register somewhere. With a sigh, he glanced at his phone, shoved it back into the bag then. He didn't want to look at its empty screen. No calls or messages. Why even bother, huh?

Feeling frustrated, he decided to distract himself. Why not go somewhere and Enter a Club or something? He was good at lying by now, would have not many problems getting in somewhere. So going out it was.

As soon as Derek walked into his shared apartment with Laura, she grabbed him and told him to change. Something about going to the club to find him a date, which was nothing new. She did this once, maybe twice a month, trying to set him up with random people.

But by this point, he knew there was no point in arguing with her. It wouldn't stop her from dragging him wherever she wanted. He wants to deal with it until they left, then he could be in peace again.

After he got changed, they headed to the same nightclub they always went to. They got their drinks, and Derek found a dark corner to hid in a while; his sister made her way to the dance floor. Derek knew he just had to last until Laura gave up and got tired; that's how it usually went anyway.

Which, by coincidence, was the same nightclub he was just in. Had, in fact, entered just mere minutes Ago, got offered a Drink already(which he had accepted, thankful for the distraction it offered!) and now was Dancing. Something a normal teenage boy should, actually, do instead of facing one nightmare after the other. He had no special clothes, though, just a blue shirt and some old, white, skinny Jeans, was, without knowing, close to that certain dark Corner. Dancing with another, bit older guy, uncaring. Thoughtless. It didn't matter anyway, right?

Derek noticed the younger guy walk in right away; he was adorable, to say the least. With his big brown eyes and the moles on his face, Derek wondered if he was covered in them. After a few minutes of watching the younger guy dance with someone else, Derek had enough. He couldn't stand the thought of someone else touching the guy; he wanted to be the one to do that.

So, without waiting any longer, he walks over to the younger guy and dances his way behind him, taking the place of the guy before. He starts dancing with him, just following the younger's moves. Not wanting to overstep any boundaries, even though he knew this was a club, and that's the whole point. But the guy looked a little young to be in here.

Which, by all means, He was. But Stiles didn't care at the moment. Had Seen enough Scart, frightening things so he could Handle that just Fine, could he? Eventually, he opted to get laid. To forget this whole nightmare his life was. Had become.

Why not? If he was here already... And, was, apparently, not too young for one or the other visitor. Had noticed that another, admittable, good-looking stranger approached him, could, somewhat, feel his presence behind himself. He had no idea who that man was. But did it matter? With a small smirk, Stiles Turned to face him now, giving the other a short once-over. ". Alone here, too? " he asked, coming a bit closed to make sure Mister hot guy would understand.

Derek saw the cute guy turn around and move closer to him, asking him a question. When the younger guy got closer, he could finally get a good scent on him. He had the lingering scent of other wolves on him like he was part of a pack. But that didn't make sense; if he had a pack, why was he so far away from them. And the smell was almost gone, too, like it had been a few days since he was around them last.

"I am." He says. Wanting to find out more about this cute stranger now more than before. And now that he was close, the younger smelt amazing to him. It was unlike anything he has smelt before.

Which was true. Just yesterday evening, he had seen, spoken to them Last. Before going home. Distraught, terrified. Broken. That Scott of all People would turn on him like this, disregarding everything of them, their years-long friendship... It stung terribly. Hurt. And... He hadn't a Pack. Not anymore. Probably had never been a real part of it, despite everything.

Enough of that. He was here to forget, right? Satisfied by the stranger's answer, the younger nodded and, maybe thanks to the alcoholic Drink he had been offered, loosely laid his arms around the hot stranger's neck, thus danced closer to him now. ",.. Why don't we Party then together, huh..? Sucks bring together, isn't it? " he asked, trying to sound cheerful. Joking. And yet, there was a bitterness to his words.

He was a little surprised when the younger laid his arms around his neck but just went with it by wrapping his arms loosely around the other's waist. Moving with him to the music, and his wolf was enjoying being this close to someone. Cause this was the first person he has been close to in years.

"That sounds good to me." He says back, noticing how the other sounded almost bitter when he spoke. Something must have happened with the pack he was in; that's the only reason that came to mind. So instead of worrying about that now, he decided to enjoy himself with this guy.