An Unexpected Turn { sterek }

Chapter 8

                                                   *DEREK'S POV*

I was just standing outside the school when I heard Stiles' heart beat sky rocket. I run into the school and head to the room where he is. I see Scott about to run in, but I jump in front of him then burst through the door. I see Kate chocking an almost passed out Stiles. I quickly grab her throat and throw her back. I see Stiles fall to the ground, but I turn back to Kate. I jump on her and start to throw punches. I was so angry that I almost missed the small beautiful voice behind me.

                     "Der-Derek" I hear Stiles squeak out quietly. I turn my head over there to see him almost out of it and I feel my eyes soften. Kate uses this time to slip out from under an run off. I don't bother running after her. 

I stand up and quickly make my way to Stiles. I kneel down and pick him up in my arms. He already has bruises forming on his neck and I have to force myself to look away. I walk out and luckily everyone is already in class. Scott is still waiting outside though. 

                     "Go to class Scott, I got him" I say and he nods then walks back inside. 

I hold onto Stiles tightly, afraid to let him go. I get to my car and place him in the back. I get into the drivers and start to my house. On the way there I take glances back at the passed out boy every once in a while. Once we get to the house I get out then pick up Stiles again. I speed walk up to the loft then walk inside. 

I close the door behind me then I walk over and lay Stiles onto my bed. I focus on his face and I can't help myself when I lean down and place a kiss on his forehead. I slowly climb in next to him then place my hand into his. I start to take his pain away and I wince. After a little I stop, but I don't let go of his hand. 

As I lay there I feel myself starting to get tired. I know I should get up and shouldn't be doing this, but it feels so good and peaceful. I let the sleep take over till I'm completely out. 

                                               *STILES' POV*

I slowly open my eyes and when I take a gulp, I wince in pain. Suddenly, I realize that a strong pair of arms are wrapped around my waist. I tense then look up to see Derek sleeping peacefully. Derek. What. EVEN. I am not complaining, but holy shit. I suck in a sharp breath as I hear him start to stir. I close my eyes in hopes that he will just go back to sleep and I can enjoy this just a bit longer. It doesn't work.

                         "I know you aren't sleeping Stiles." Derek says in a raspy voice. He starts to untangle himself from me and instantly grab him tightly.

                         "Please don't" I whisper, I don't even care if it sounds desperate. he huffs, but doesn't move closer.

                         "Stiles you know that I don't think of you this way." He says plainly. I can feel my heart start to brake again. 

                         "B-But I'm injured..." I say in a scratchy voice. Surprisingly he chuckles, but then he gets off the bed completely. 

I sigh then run my hand across the bruises on my neck, I instantly wince. I feel Derek's hand cover mine and the pain start to go away. He then winces and I pull my hand away. He looks confused as I stand up and back away. 

                          "I don't like that." I say with conviction.

                          "Like what?" He asks. 

                          "When you take away my pain. It hurts you just because of something I did. I don't care if you are doing it because you want to, but I don't want you to." I say with my scratchy voice.

                           "But Sti-" He starts, but I cut him off. 

                           "No. Promise me you will never do that again, even if I'm dying." I huff out.

                          "Stil-" I cut him off again.

                          "Promise me!" I yell as much as I can but then start to cough some. He takes a step forward, but I take a step back. He growls then sighs.

                          "Fine. At least let me make you some food though"  He suggests. I try to hide the bubbly feeling I get as I nod. 

We walk into the kitchen and I sit down while he starts to pull out pots and some Spaghetti noodles. I smile as he squints to read the instructions. I start to laugh when he almost burns down the building just trying to turn on the fire for the stove. He roles his eyes at my laughter and I just smirk.

                          "Sourwolf." I say with a smile. He instantly stops what he is doing and just looks at me. I can't tell when if he is angry, happy, or just confused at the nickname. We probably stared into each others eyes for a good two minutes before he slowly looked away without a word. 

I have to contain my laughter after that. Or he will "rip out my throat with his teeth" or something like that. He puts the noodles into soften then he turns back around. I give him a cheesy smile and I can see that he is trying his hardest not to smile, but for one brief moment he gives in and I see a very sincere and beautiful smile from Derek Hale. I feel my heart flutter as I try to hold onto that smile for as long as I can, saving it, memorizing it, and cherishing it. It was so full of life, but all to soon it was gone. Replaced with his usual emotionless face, like he flipped a switch.

                         "When you are done eating, you can let yourself out. I'm going to talk to someone and I might stop by the store. When I get back I don't want you here." He says coldly and I have to hold back tears as I nod. He stands there for a second like he is debating something, but then he walks out of the loft with out a word. 

I sigh and I hear the timer go off. I don't want food. I take the noodles and put them in a container, then into the fridge. I look around the house for a bit and decide to lay down just for a bit. I go back to Derek's bed and get under the covers. It's so comfy that I don't even realize that I fell asleep. 

~~A few hours later~~

                         "STILES WAKE UP!" I hear Derek yell and shoot up. Shit I fell asleep. 

                         "I TOLD YOU TO LEAVE WHEN YOU WERE DONE! GOD YOU ARE SUCH AN IDIOT!" He yells again. I flinch as tears start to stream down my cheeks.

                        "I-I'm sorry Dere-" He cuts me off.

                       "SHUT UP STILES JUST GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE!" He booms and I scramble out of the bed.

                       "Please Derek.." I whisper. Suddenly he grabs my shoulders and starts to shake me violently.

                       "STILES WAKE UP....please.." He says again I get confused.

            *DEREK'S POV*

I could hear Stiles crying and thrashing around from the stairwell. I quickly dropped everything and ran up to my loft. I burst open the door and ran over to my bed to see Stiles thrashing violently with tears streaming down his face. I sat down next to him and grabbed his arms

"STILES WAKE UP!" I yelled and he flinched as more tears came. 

"I-I'm sorry Dere-" He doesn't finish.

"Please just wake up" I say worried and he moves a little, but keeps crying. 

"Please Derek.." He mumbles and  can't take it anymore. I start to shake his shoulders.

"STILES WAKE UP....please.." I say again and he stops thrashing, stops crying, completely stills. 

His eyes flutter open, but they are bloodshot. I sigh in relief and he just stares at me. I start to study his face... it looks broken. He starts to lean in and I look away... I can't. I may feel something towards him, but I won't give in. He holds his breath then stands up and walks out the door.