You Know What That Was For! (A STRREK Fanficiton)

Chapter 26

Stiles' POV

How's school baby? x
-Sourwolf

It's lunchtime and I'm sat at the usual table with the Pack eating the lunch that Peter has made for me.

It sucks! Jackson has made approximately 6 sex jokes and Erica keeps winking at me when I meet her eyes and Scott is acting all shifty like he's got a stick up his ass- and yes I know the irony in that statement thank you very much- I just want to come home and curl up with you! Thanks a lot I feel so loved (sarcasm) xoxo
-Baby

"Can you guys stop!" I snap, glaring around at them all. "Yes, so I'm with Derek now, get over it! I certainly didn't offer my input on who you guys are fucking!"

"You better be fucking JOKING!" I jump, turning to face where the voice is coming from.

"Oh will you just fuck off!" I snap, glaring at Duke who is visibly seething. Duke lunges at me, I slide out of the way, falling off the bench onto the floor and he's on me in seconds. His fist collides with my eye and my head smacks back against the floor, he pulls his fist back for another punch but then he's ripped off of me by Jackson of all people.

"Oh my god Stiles are you okay?" Isaac is at my side fussing over me. "Oh fuck Derek's going to go mental."

"Balinski what happened?" Coach asks, looking at Jackson who has Duke pinned to the floor with his arms behind his back and me, surrounded by the Pack. I open my mouth to respond when the door to the canteen smashes open and there is Derek. How the fuck did her get here so quickly?

"Fuck" I scramble up from the floor, feeling woozy, I stumble into the table and then throw myself into Derek's path. He catches me in his arms, anger emanating from his very core as he looks at me. "I'm fine." I tell him, trying to make the room stop spinning.

"I'll kill him" Derek growls moving as if to go after Duke, I grip onto him harder, willing him to stay with me.

"I'm fi- oh fuck" my legs give out and I go hurling to the floor, colours flash before my eyes and then it all goes black.

"Stiles!"

...

Beep... beep... beep... beep... the steady sound echoes across the room. I try to open my eyes but they won't budge, it's like they're glued shut.

"I'm going to kill him" Derek's voice rumbles out, followed by a heavy sigh.

"What good would that do you? I'd have to arrest you and you'd be separated from Stiles and we both know he wouldn't deal with that well at all. He's in a holding cell for now, we're still waiting on the restraining order, I'm going to chase it up. He shouldn't have been there in the first place." My Dad, the voice of reason. He's right, I'd have a melt down if Derek had to go away, especially now I've been sexually awakened.

"He's awake" Derek grunts and I actually manage to force my eyes open this time. The light blinds me but I push through it, squinting around the room, I expected everyone, but it was only Derek and my dad, sat next to each other in the blue hospital chairs, staring intently at me. There's a hand on my own, Derek's, rubbing his thumb back and forth soothingly and my Dad has his hand resting on my knee.

"How'd you know?" I croak, my mouth dry and my tongue like sandpaper. Derek quickly moves, holding a glass of water up and putting the straw to my lips. I can't help the moan that emits as the water washes down my throat. I'll never take water for granted again. "Thanks" I pull away to show I've had enough.

"I can feel you" Derek tells me, answering my question from before and there's a knowing look in his eyes and yep okay he definitely knows I was thinking about fucking.