STEREK: Finding Your Love

Broken Hearts and Alcohol

******I want to start off with a note. It's been a long while since I've been on here. I actually haven't caught up on this show and I have no clue where I even left off. So, from this point on, I'm going to start making this into my own story. Thank you for all your support and I hope to continue to updates regularly. *******

Stiles looked up from his paper with bloodshot eyes. The first bell rang signaling it was time to go to second period. He packed his things up slowly and walked out into the hallway.

"How are you doing?" Scott asked.

"I'm not sure," Stiles replied. "It still hurts."

"I know," Scott patted his shoulder. "Let's do something tonight to get your mind off it."

"Alright let me know what we're doing," Stiles said as he walked to his next class.

He knew Derek loved him. He knew that he never wanted to hurt him, but he did. It hurt a lot. He needed time away from Derek.

He stared out the window at the bright, blue sky. The sky reminded him of better times. His eyes started to tear up as he looked away and down at his assignment. A single tear fell onto the paper.

The second bell rang and everyone left the classroom. Stiles slowly packed up his things and started walking out the door.

"Stiles, could you stay for a second?" The teacher asked.

Stiles stopped and turned around. Derek was there. He waited until the teacher left to speak.

"Stiles, why have you been ignoring me?" Derek questioned.

"My heart still hurts, Derek," Stiles stated.

"Let me make it better," the werewolf pleaded.

"Not today," Stiles answered. "Maybe tomorrow."

Stiles turned toward the door and began to walk towards it.

"Stiles, wait," Derek said running between him and the door.

Stiles stood there impatiently waiting for Derek to move. Derek leaned over and gave Stiles a kiss and wrapped his arms around him. He held Stiles for a while. Before letting go he whispered, "I love you."

Stiles looked into his eyes. They were filled with hurt and longing. He quickly broke gaze and walked out of the door leaving Derek standing there alone.

Stiles ran down the hallway away from Derek. Tears streamed down his cheeks and his vision became blurry. He didn't understand what Derek was trying to do to him.

Sitting in his Jeep, he questioned what would his life be like without Derek in it. Would it more peaceful without him in it? Would things go back to the way they were before Derek?

No.

Stiles stared out the window through tear filled eyes and realized nothing would be the same. He wouldn't go back to the Stiles he was before knowing Derek. The scent of him on his skin, the memories of his touch lingering on his mind. The way he smiled when Stiles said something childish. The way his heart pounded in his chest anytime he was near. That wouldn't just disappear.

Ding.

Stiles glanced at his phone. His heart pounded in his chest.

Derek 2:21 P.M.
Please talk to me

Stiles groaned in frustration. "Why?" He mumbled to himself.

Ding.

Stiles picked up his phone again.