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Unexpected Passion (Sterek)

Stiles-

It's been two fucked up years.

Fucked up, but not exactly horrible.

I could argue that having the mystical world of Lycanthropy become such a huge reality to me pretty much overnight screwed me over, seeing as I'm literally the only one now in my social group who lacks abilities of some sort. Meaning that I tend to be the one drawing the short straw in the Game of Luck more than anyone in the group. I mean yeah, I figure a lot of shit out before anyone else does. But by the time they actually stop and consider that maybe I have some pretty damn good instincts, I usually end up getting beaten up. Or paralyzed. Or kidnapped. Sometimes a combination of the three. On the other hand though, the whole thing gave me a whole new friend set.

That's really the only pro. But I can deal with that.

What I can't deal with (and I can deal with A LOT) is sitting here in Derek's loft watching Scott and Isaac 'train', when in actuality all they're doing is rolling on the ground trying to break each other's limbs and pretend they're not fighting about Allison. We've all guessed for weeks that Isaac has liked her, but of course Scott and his thick skull didn't notice until Danny pointed it out to him this week. I get that she's hot, but I've had my sights set on Lydia since 3rd grade so I don't really get the fuss. I really do wish things were working out with Lydia, but I feel like that ship sailed when she held her dying boyfriend and told him she loved him. Granted, he kind of came back to life right after but you get my point. Shit's not gonna happen.

Breaking out of my little ADD trance, I look up when I hear Isaac slam into the wall behind me. How Derek never gets noise complaints from anyone else in the building I'll never understand. Scott stands in the center of the room fuming, and looking back I can see Isaac's shoulder is dislocated. So much for the rest of training. Isaac hobbles over to Scott and Derek, looking pathetically childish holding his elbow and staring at the ground. I sort of feel bad for him, but then I remember that their fighting was seriously annoying me. It reminded me of my pathetic lack of a love life. I dig through my backpack, put on my headphones, and close my eyes.

Seven songs later, I wake up to a face full of concrete. I look up from my awkward face-down position to see Derek walking away from me and towards the window. That douchebag.

"What the hell Derek. What. The. Hell."

Derek doesn't even look back. "You were drooling on my couch."

"And that gives you an excuse to practically break my nose?"

"Yes."

I look over at him and see immediately that something was up. He was squatting, resting ass to heels. Not only that but he held his head in his hands, tilted down to the floor. You would be hard pressed to find Derek doing something other than pacing, standing completely straight or sleeping, so instantly I changed my tone.

"What's wrong with you?"

This time Derek turned his head to look at me. "You don't need to know. But you do need to leave. Scott and Isaac left over twenty minutes ago."

I look down at my phone. Shit. I should have been home by now, I had homework to do. I grabbed my backpack and started to walk out the door, but something made me look back at Derek. He was watching me, but the look on his face seemed almost sad. He turned away quickly, but I knew I couldn't leave him like this. I walked back in, sat back on the couch and regretted it instantly when I felt my butt get wet with my spit. Shuddering a little, I turned my attention to Derek and watched with surprise as the look on his face changed from sad to confused to curious in about 2 seconds. I really had no idea what to say, so I basically sat and stared at him for a good 20 seconds before he started to talk.