Our Guardian Angel

Chapter 1

Stiles POV
I pulled into the long driveway that led up to the Hale house. Derek finally rebuilt it, he added on rooms. It's huge. Twice the size it was before. He says we'll need it for when "the pack expands" but honestly, I think it's a little much.

It's three stories, all of the bedrooms are soundproof because nobody really wants to listen to werewolf sex, there is a bathroom connected to each and every bedroom, plus two extra, the kitchen is one out of a hallmark movie and there's a big enough dining room it looks like a conference hall. He also added a library in and a pool in the back.

I walked inside throwing my jacket on the railing of the staircase and walked into the kitchen. Nobody was home. Huh, home. This isn't home. This doesn't feel like home. I'm eighteen, I shouldn't have to live on my own. I guess I'm not really on my own but this isn't my house. But a part time job and college debt don't pay the bills and I can't handle everything that comes with adulthood alone right now.

I still think back to the end of senior year, my dad knew all about the pack, about the supernatural. He always wanted to help. I never thought I'd lose him. But I did. I lost myself when he passed. It's not like the pack needs me anyway. I'm human. I'm a weak, pathetic human.

My chest tightened as I tried to hold back the tears that were urging their way out.

"Stiles.." I heard softly behind me. It was Derek. I hated when it was Derek. Not because I hate him or anything. It's the opposite. But he can't know that. I won't let him know that. It's not like he'd like me back.

"Stiles, what's wrong?" I felt his hand hook itself to the small of my back.

"Nothing." I got out, my voice cracking.

"You can talk to me." He said.

"There's nothing to talk about!" I snapped looking at him. "I'm sorry." My voice got drastically quieter as I wiped my face.

"I know what you're going through." He said softly.

"I don't want to talk about it." I moved away from him going upstairs.

I don't know why I get so angry around him. I'm an emotional roller coaster. One second I'm screaming at him, the next I'm crying on his shoulder. I don't know how he still puts up with me. I don't even want to put up with me anymore.

Later that night I dragged myself from my room to meet the pack for our weekly meeting. I didn't even care at this point. I'm not going to be allowed to fight. They don't ever let me fight. I'm too weak, I'm human, I could get hurt.

I sat next to Scott. "You okay?" He asked, patting my knee.

"Fine."

I zoned out throughout the meeting. It wasn't important to me anyways. I watched as the pack joked around with each other.

Scott, Isaac, Lydia, and Allison were laughing about something, pushing each other in a joking manner. Jackson, Danny, and Ethan were talking in the corner of the living room. Erica, Boyd, and Aiden were watching tv complaining about what was happening together. Cora was scolding Derek who obviously wasn't listening. Instead he was staring at me.

I raised my eyebrow to him getting the same response back. I rolled my eyes seeing him smirk. Cora hit him and yelled because he wasn't paying attention.

"Stiles!" Scott yelled. I turned to look at him. "You wanna play a game with us?" He asked.

I shook my head getting up and walking to the porch.

Derek POV

I watched Stiles walk outside. I shook my head turning to Cora.

"Shut up."

Her face scrunched up in anger.

"Don't tell me what to do you asshole." She said punching me. I rolled my eyes following in the direction Stiles went.

He was sitting on the porch steps, cigarette resting between his fingers.

"Why are you smoking?" I asked.

He blew out a puff of smoke. "We all have our reasons." He mumbled.

"You shouldn't." I sat next to him, "It's not going to do anything good for you."

"Why do you drink? You don't get any side effects from it." He shot back.

I sighed staring out into the woods. "I don't get you anymore.."

He didn't reply.

"I know you're dealing with a lot but shutting everyone out isn't going to make it any better. Trust me."

"Talking about it won't bring him back." Stiles snapped.

I grabbed the rest of the pack of cigarettes he had sitting next to him on the porch crushing it in my hand. "Stop smoking." I begged standing up and beginning to walk inside.

"It helps...it helps me forget. For just a few minutes it distracts me. I don't know what else to do, Derek." I heard is voice crack.

I sighed, "I'm always going to be here for you....when you want to talk."

He nodded, mumbling a "not today." and putting out his cigarette. He walked past me and back inside.

I wish he would just open up. I hate seeing him like this.