A love so hard {finished}

Chapter 12

Quite Busy with school right now but I'm kind of back on track

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*Stiles house {Stiles POV}*

Damn, is this the right thing to do? I sure as hell hope so.
I felt a physical pull towards Derek at all times, if I were a werewolf, he'd be my trigger.
Is that even possible? Can a werewolf have a werewolf trigger? Then again, if I can think of it, it probably exists.

It was morning and I had just woken up from a not-so-long sleep.
I had just been thinking the whole night, playing the afternoon over and over in my head.
If it was even real, sometimes it seemed like I was just dreaming.
'Damn I'm dizzy' I thought and pulled myself out of bed. I stood in my batman pajamas for a while and itched the back of my head.
I ran downstairs, grabbed a finished sandwich and got up again.

I sat down in front of my laptop and started searching for pointless videos and pictures online.
Then I searched if a werewolf could have a non-human trigger on yahoo answers.

"Can a werewolf fall for a werewolf trigger?"

The answer:
'Well it depends! Either you're completely crazy for asking that question or werewolves exists. The first one is more likely'

I sighed and realized that normal people didn't know about that kind of stuff.
I heard a loud knocking on the door. Probably my dad.

"Hey Stiles, I'm going to get some groceries at the mall, you wanna come?" He asked when I opened the door.

"No dad, I'm busy right now. A lot of summer work you know? Kind of want to finish it as fast as I can" I lied and pulled a tight smile.
He narrowed his eyes and then just shrugged it off.

"Ok fine, I'll be back in like an hour" he said.
I nodded and waved.
I closed the door and sighed. Yeah that felt pretty mean, we haven't really hung out in a long time. But right now I honestly needed alone time. Or at least I thought so.
I sat down and brushed of my desk from eraser residue and hit my head against the desk.
I laid there for a while and wanted do die of tiredness.
I guess I was happy, but to sleepy to realize that in the morning.
I jumped a little in my chair and hit my head on the lamp when I heard a loud banging on the door again.
'Holy shit dad, calm down' I thought and hesitated to open the door.
I jumped ten times bigger when I saw him stand there with his hazel eyes and black hair.
I almost fell back when I saw him, Derek.
He didn't look angry, more determined.

"We need to talk." He said shortly.

"That's weird coming from you." I said and tilted my head. "You're usually the one trying to shut me up!" I said and smiled a little.

"Stiles," he stared before I interrupted him.

"You don't need to say anything. You're a stupid sourwolf! Yes I got that, but I don't care!"

"Stiles just listen..."

"Derek I'm not sad, or angry. I've mad up my mind" I said, this time a little more determined.

"It's not us, it's Isaac" He said with a tone of worry and I tilted my head.

"What happened?"

"I don't know, Deaton is trying to find out. He's been bitten by something."

"Not a werewolf?" I asked confused.

"No, it's not feline or canine. It's more of a reptile. That's what Deaton is trying to find out exactly. All we know is that he has a big wound his arm. It's not sore or bloody, it's black. And he can't feel it."