Face Down [Sterek]

Chapter Five

Chapter Five:

  Stiles felt himself being carried. Strong arms wrapped around his writhing body that was filled with utmost hurt. He slowly opened his eyes as he was being gently set down. He was brought to another bench at the other side of the school’s courtyard. Derek sat in front of Stiles and stared right into his face. His cool, blue eyes were unnerving and unreadable. A gasp stole from Stiles throat as Derek lightly touched his face.

   “Are you okay?”

    A question that Stiles ears had wrongly perceived or that’s what he thought. Derek didn’t give two shits about him. The many threats he threw his way and glares indicated so. But now was different. There was a genuine concerned look in Derek’s expression.

 “Yeah…I’m pretty banged up but I’ll live” Stiles attempted at a joke.

   Derek frowned and his fingers gravitated down to Stiles chin. He softly clutched his angular anatomy. Stiles couldn’t help but to be nervous. Derek freakin Hale was touching him and his body, especially his heart was responding in a way he didn’t approve of.

  “I’ll take you to the nurse in a few minutes” announced Derek and his hand fell from Stiles chin. “I just wanted to see if you’re ok”

  “Danny” said, Stiles his worry going to his boyfriend. “What about him? Is he okay? What did you do to him?”

 “Relax” Derek put his hand up to silence him. “Your asswipe boyfriend is alright…a little damaged but nevertheless alright”

   “Wait” spoke Stiles his head suddenly reeling with bewilderment. “You hurt him?”

     Derek nodded his head in confirmation. Mixed feelings shook within Stiles. He didn’t know whether to be anger or happy. The most part of him wanted to be happy but how could he? His boyfriend…no ex-boyfriend was badly injured because of him. Correction: Derek.

  Why did he have to butt in? Save him? He wasn’t a damsel in distress. He didn’t ask for his help no matter how much he needed it. He was handling things on his own. Now everything was ruined.

  “You know a ‘thank you’ would be nice”

  “Excuse me?” said Stiles startled at the change of atmosphere between them.

 “I saved your ass so it’s the least you can do” shrugged Derek and smiled cockily.

    That did it for Stiles. He didn’t need this, none of it. As much as he didn’t want to admit, he got his ass served. He didn’t need an arrogant, son of a bitch, stupid, sour wolf to remind him.

 “Listen here you pompous prick” he began his heated rant. “I didn’t need your help. Most importantly, I didn’t even ask for it. So why don’t you take your werewolf ass and go hunt some squirrels or whatever you freakin beasts do!”

   He stood and crossed to Stiles faster than could blink. His palm grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him forward. Derek’s face was a millimeter away from Stiles. His heart pumped with a shaky beat. Stiles could feel the radiating heart from the alpha’s warmth.

 “For your information, I was trying to be nice but I guess I take my niceness somewhere else then”

  Before he could even regret his words, Stiles watched as Derek walked away from him.