make me hurt

Don't Touch Me

•Stiles' pov•
I sat on a bar stool in one of Derek's many clubs. Boyd had just served me a whiskey shot. When I noticed eyes on me. Suddenly a tall man with dark hair wearing a nice suit slid next to me and smiled."What's a kid like you doing here?" He asked. His voice eerily familiar. "Drinking" I deadpanned."Really last time I checked underage drinking was illegal" the stranger said.

I rolled my eyes and still didn't face him. "Buddy you don't know me you don't know my age nothing! So shove off" I said walking away towards Derek's private room. Before I made it the stranger caught up with me and grabbed my arm..hard. I gasped and tried to pull away not seeing his face in the shadows."Let go off me!" I cried falling to the ground and the stranger kneeled down as grabbed my chin.

"Rafael?!" I screamed. Before I could answer I heard a harsh growl, "take your filthy hand off him". I saw as Derek shoved Rafael off me. Derek picked me up and cleaned me off. "Are you ok? Did he hurt you?" Derek said pulling me close to him. I shook my head and kissed his cheek."Are you dating Derek Hale?" Rafael asked." No shit I'm dating him" I said sarcastically.

"Are you gay because you don't have strong male figure in your life? Rafael said nonchalantly. "No I'm gay because I want a strong male figure in my ass" I said hearing Derek chuckle." Now if you'll excuse us. We have a private booth" I said grabbing Derek's hand and leading us away. Before I entered the black satin curtains, Rafael grabbed my arm and said "He's not good for you. He's a liar, murderer and a monster." Rafael said sincerely. I scoffed and said "I wouldn't have him any other way".