-Chapter Twenty-

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Stiles

"We just don't have enough room-"

"Then we make room Stiles!" Derek roared. I flinched, taking a step back. He sighed, running his hands through his hair.

"Why can't he just go stay with Steven? What do you have against him?" I asked, crossing my arms. Once again, Derek sighs.

"You don't understand-"

"Why? Give me one good reason why you don't want Lucas going to Stevens."  I shrugged.

"I can't tell you," he said.

"Can't or won't Derek?" I asked. His eyes dropped to the floor as he sat down on the edge of our bed.

"Both," he admitted. I scoffed. He couldn't tell me? Me? We've been dating for almost three years, since I was 18. The more I thought about it the more it made my blood boil.

"So you don't trust me?" I asked. His head whipped up, his eyes going wide.

"You don't get it-"

"Then explain it to me!" I screamed.

"I could if you would stop cutting me off!" He roared, standing up. I crossed my arms, motioning for him to continue. "But I can't!" He yelled, almost whining.

"Is it because of what happened with Jace? Is that it? Or is it you just don't like my family?" I asked.

"Stiles your being an idiot!" His eyes were glowing, and I don't doubt mine were doing the same.

"I'm being the idiot?! What did I ever do to you? Why is your trust in me gone-"

"Well maybe if you didn't run away! For a whole year-"

"Is that what this is about?" He threw his hands up.

"Oh my god! You did it again! Couldn't let me get a sentence out!" He took a step closer to me, his eyes glowing brighter.

"Well maybe if you weren't talking out of your ass-"

"Well maybe if you weren't sleeping with every guy you laid your eyes on!"

"What are you getting at?" He just laughed humorlessly.

"Your a fucking slut." He spat. I bared my fangs at him and roared, making him take a step back. Afterward I ran out of the room, feeling my control slipping away. I wasn't one to get mad, but that pissed me off. I could hear Scott yelling at me as I ran out the back door and into the Preserve. Pretty soon I wasn't running on two feet, I was arunning on four.

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Authors Note: I'm sorry deanwinchest13 ! I swear to make it up to you!!

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