Sterek One Shots

Run Away

Stiles' Pov

I pull on my sweater and grab my phone, sliding it into my pocket.
I'm about 5 minutes late for a pack meeting and I know that Derek is going to have my head! I've always had a crush on Derek, but if he ever found out I'd likely die.
I rush downstairs and run out the door to my Jeep. I quickly drive over to the loft and head inside. As I get inside, I hear them laughing about something.
"And he's just so weak! Like my cousin could beat him up!" Jackson chuckles and the rest of them burst out laughing.
"He's really pathetic! Like I know I'm his best friend but it's true!" Scott laughs and I immediately know who they're talking about. Me. They're trash talking me.
"He's just a worthless human!" Lydia groans.
"You're right! He's useless. Why's he in the pack again?" Derek asks and I feel my heart break. I decide to make my presence known and step out from the doorway.
"Stiles! How long have you been here?" Derek asks worriedly.
"Aren't you guys supposed to have amazing hearing?" I ask. "Long enough to hear your conversation."
"Stiles we-" Issac starts but I roll my eyes at him.
"Good to know you guys. Good to know I mean nothing to you." I spat sarcastically.
"Stiles-" Scott starts but I cut him off.
"Go find a dick to suck on. That'll shut you up for a while." I roll my eyes and he drops his head.
"If I'm so useless I'll just go. But when you need some information about some creature and need my help, I hope you realize how much work I actually did for you guys." I yell at them.
I turn around and make my way out the door, making sure to slam it. I head down to my Jeep and hop in the front seat. I start to cry and lay my head against the steering wheel. I cry until I feel all cried out and slowly pull out onto the road, making my way back home. I run up to my room and start packing my bags. I need to get out of here. I can't possibly face them at all for the time being. I throw all my bags in the back of my Jeep and head back inside. I lock my bedroom window and put wolfsbane around the door and window so they can't break in. I write my dad a note explaining my situation and tell him I'll be back eventually once I get everything figured out. I sigh before grabbing my last bag and walking out to my Jeep. I climb in the front seat and pull out my phone, I block all of the packs numbers and throw my phone onto the seat beside me. I start up the Jeep and pull out of my driveway. I keep driving until I pass the 'Now Leaving Beacon Hills' sign and just keep on driving.
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Two Weeks Later

It's been two weeks since I left. I found a small town called Chesley about an hour away from Beacon Hills.
I actually found a small apartment owned by a very nice elderly couple that came fully furnished. Liana, one of my landlords, told me she understands my situation and has actually leant me some of her pots and pans, as well as a few sets of bedsheets. I even managed to find a job singing at a local bar a few nights a week. Right now I'm getting ready for said job, but I have a bit of extra time so I decide to call up my dad.
I dial his phone number and he picks up after the second ring.
"Stiles?! Is that you?!" He asks quickly and I chuckle.
"Yea dad. It's me." I smile at his shock.
"God Stiles! I thought you were kidnapped and oh my god Stiles! I'm just so glad you're ok!" He sighs.
"Sorry dad. I just had a big fight with the pack and I couldn't stay in Beacon anymore. I needed to get away for a while. I got an apartment. The landlords are very nice and I even managed to get a job at a bar. I sing, don't worry, no booze involved." I explain and he chuckles.
"Ok. I believe you. Scott came by the other day and asked where you were and I told him I didn't know. Do you want me to keep where you are a secret from him?" He asks and I sigh.
"Yes. Please!" I beg and look at the clock. "Crap! Sorry dad I gotta go or I'll be late for work! Bye! I'll call you tomorrow! Love you!!" I rush into the phone and hang up. I tuck my phone in my pocket and grab my jacket. I run out the door and down the street to he bar.
"Stiles! Glad you made it!" Steve laughs and I chuckle.
"Sorry. I was on the phone with my dad." I apologize and he nods.
"How's he doing?"
"Fine I think. We really only talked about how I'm still alive and where I ended up." I sigh.
"Well hurry up and get up there! Your fans are waiting." He smiles looking around at the loaded dance floor.
I head up onto stage and the DJ announces me.
"Please welcome our musical guest of the evening... Stiles!" He exclaims and the crowd applauds.
I take a deep breath and cue for the music to start.
I sing for hours and everyone is enjoying it. People have been recording me and asking for autographs all night!
"It's been a pleasure! Thanks everyone!" I yell and they cheer. I head back to the bar where Steve is sitting and he nods.
"That was really good man! A lot of good comments." He smiles and I blush.
"That's awesome!" I smile and he hands me a wad of cash.
"Whoa! $400? I though we agreed on $100?" I ask and he shakes his head.
"No! Three quarters of that is all tips. They all love you!" Steve chuckles.
My jaw drops and he laughs.
"Yep. Welcome to business kid!" He says before handing me my jacket and telling me he's expecting me back here 3 times a week.
"Yea! I can do that! Thanks Steve!" I smile and he nods before I turn and leave, heading back home.
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Scott's Pov