The Sterek Story

Chapter 9

Stiles P.O.V

"So what do you have planned?" It was getting boring and slightly awkward with the silence.

"Nothing."

"Oh, okay, well, what do you want to do?"

"Whatever you want to do."

"I want chocolate chip cookies. Lets make cookies!" Derek walked over to the cupboards and reached in one of them, pulling out an unopened package of Chips Ahoy cookies. I rolled my eyes at him.

"Why do you have to ruin my ideas?"

"Sorry" he chuckled. I started grabbing all the ingredients.

Flour? Check.

Sugar? Check.

Eggs? Check.

I started to measure out flour on the table when I forgot the bowl on the counter. I had the measuring cup filled to the top when I tripped over the chair next to me, spilling all the flour on Derek. I looked up at a now floury, and upset sourwolf.

"Seriously, Stiles?" Oh god, he is going to be so mad, I got scared. The corners of his lips curved a little when he saw the worried look on my face.

"You know what I've always wanted to do?" I went into the flour bag, dousing my hands in the white powder. Since Derek was wearing a black shirt I walked over to him and grabbed his pecks. When I let go, there were two white, clear as day hand marks on his chest.

"You know what I've always wanted to do?" He walked over to the dining table to the flour bag. Instead of reaching his hands in the flour bag, he grabbed the whole thing, dumping it on my head. I laughed.

"Now we have no more flour for the cookies!" Again, Derek pulled out the Chips Ahoy cookies, smiling with a huge sarcastic grin.

"I love it when you smile." I said looking into his mesmerizing, hazel eyes.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I love you." What? Someone call an ambulance, I think I just had a heart attack. Was that my stomach that just fell out my ass? No? Okay, good.

"I love you too, Derek." I leaped into his floury arms, hugging him around his neck while his hands wrapped around my waist, settling on my lower back.

Derek's P.O.V

It's time. Im going to take his virginity. I've made him wait for two months and plus I'm so sexually frustrated. I've resorted to masturbation.

"Hey, I'm gonna go shower and put on comfy cloths and we can watch movies and cuddle all day."

"Okay!"

"By the way, are you sleeping over?"

"Is that even a question?" I laughed.

"No but I wanted to confirm it." I climbed the old wooden staircase of the Hale house and walked to our bedroom. Yes, I said our bedroom because he basically lives here when he's not at his house. He has left a toothbrush, plenty of clothes, and even his MacBook.

I went into the bathroom, stripping not even bothering to close the door all the way because everything stiles hears the shower turn on, he has to 'brush his teeth' but really he just tries to see me naked. I squeezed the shampoo bottle and nothing came out.

"Dammit." I hear the door creek open.

"Stiles grab me a new shampoo from under the sink." I heard the cabinet open and close. I opened the shower door to grab the shampoo from Stiles and sure enough, he saw me. The whole thing, and by his increased heart beat, I knew he liked what he had just saw.

"Since you finally saw me naked, can I have one shower alone?" I heard an unpleased grunt followed by a closed door. The bed springs of my bed squeaked, indicating Stiles was waiting on my bed for me to come out naked. I quickly wasted my hair and body an got out. I wrapped my towel around my waist, then opened the door to find a sleeping Stiles sprawled across the bed. I grab a pair of boxers and my favorite grey sweatpants and put them on.

"I love you, Stiles Stilinski." I whisper in his ear before kissing his cheek and closing the door.

-2 hours later-

Stiles P.O.V

Where the hell am I? Why was I asleep? I reached for the door when something stopped me. A voice. An all too familiar voice that was not Derek's coming from the dining room. It was Jennifer's voice.

"Are you seeing anyone?" I hear her ask.

"No..." Derek said convincingly.

"Great! We should grab dinner sometime!"

"Yeah, it'd be nice to get out of this place for a while." How could he, I thought.

"So I'll pick you up Friday at 7?" She said.

"Sounds good!" They were headed for the door now. Exchanging their goodbyes while I just stood there, looking like a complete idiot. After I knew she was gone and out of the driveway, I stormed downstairs. Derek turned around to face me with a smile on his face that quickly turned into a frown.

"Stiles! What's wrong?!"

"What's wrong, Derek? What's wrong!" I yelled, tears streaming down my puffy, tomato red face.

"How could you? 'I love you, Stiles Stilinski' was that just a joke to you? We're you trying to hurt me in some sick, twisted way? Make me fall in love with you then break my heart like that?" I was in hysterical tears.

"Stiles, I can-" I cut him off.

"Save it Derek! I'm sick of this bullshit! I'm not as stupid as you may think I am. I'm not going to be your little secret that you hide in the corner." I grabbed my car keys from the table, running out of the house with no more words exchanged between either of us.