Until The Very End

Chapter 2

Throughout the day at school I had found every reason I could to ignore Scott. I wanted to tell him that Derek and I might kind of be a thing but I don't want him to get mad about it. I doubt Derek would even want anyone in the pack knowing that he kissed me.

From: Derek
Hey

To: Derek
Hi. Can I tell Scott?

From: Derek
I mean, I'd rather you didn't.

To: Derek
Why?

From: Derek
It's none of his business. It's ours until we figure out what exactly this is.

To: Derek
But he's my brother. I tell him EVERYTHING.

From: Derek
Will your dad be home tonight?

To: Derek
Wow, way to change the subject. No. Why?

From: Derek
I'm going to come over if that's okay...

To: Derek
that's fine...can I please tell Scott though?

Derek didn't answer me. I put in my headphones during the start of my last class of the day. I had the class with Scott and I knew that if I started talking to him I would end up blurting everything out. I only kind of understand why Derek wants to keep the kiss between us but I also don't think it's that big of a deal if I tell Scott.

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Derek's POV
I got to Stiles' house around six climbing in through his open window. He was sitting on his bed with a notebook in his lap and his laptop on in front of him. He was chewing absentmindedly on his pen not acknowledging that I was standing in his room.

"What're you doing?" I asked.

Stiles glanced at me, calmly, like he knew I was there staring at him. "Homework." He said closing his laptop.

"Are you mad at me?"

Stiles laughed, "Why would I be mad at you?"

"Because I don't want you to tell Scott..." I rubbed the back of my neck.

He patted a spot on the bed in front of him, "No, I get it." He started as I sat down. "Kind of. I don't get why it's a big deal if I tell him though."

"If you really want to I guess you can. I just don't want him making a big deal about it because then the rest of the pack will know and who knows if we'll even work..."

Stiles bit his lip, "yeah..."

"That doesn't mean I don't want us to, Stiles. I just...what if next week you decide you just aren't that into me? What was the point in telling everyone? For Isaac to give us sad puppy dog eyes for the next year?"

Stiles nodded, "I get it. But I think we could be good together..."

"I do too." I said, leaning in kissing him, softly. "You can tell him. If you really want to."

"Thanks, Derek." He smiled, leaning into me, the two of us sitting silently until his phone rang.

"Hey" Stiles said answering. I laid down on his bed grabbing his notebook to look at what he had been doing.

"What's up?" I heard Scott's voice.

"Nothing really, just at home." He said, laying down next to me.

"Can I come over?"

Stiles looked at me, "Yeah."

"Good, cause I'm on my way." He laughed.

"Okay. See you in a bit."

He hung up the phone turning onto his side to look at me. "You gonna leave when he gets here."

"Probably."

He looked sad but nodded, "I just don't want him to make a big deal about me being here."

"He won't." Stiles snorted.

I raised my eyebrows at him, "Do you know who you're talking about?" I asked. "Scott makes everything a bigger deal than it really is."

"Okay, whatever. You're right." He said, rolling his eyes. I smiled at him seeing him return it. "You should smile more."

"Maybe." I pecked his lips, "I'm gonna go."

"No." He whined, "Not yet."

"Scott just pulled in." I said getting up.

"He's gonna know you're here anyways, just stay a few more minutes."

I rolled my eyes, "I'll talk to you later."

He pouted, "I hate you."

"I hate you, too." I smirked, kissing his cheek before I climbed out the window.