The Story Of Tonight (Sterek)

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Previously

"Stiles... Why do you smell like blood?"

Now

"I don't know what you're talking about Derek. I'm sure I don't smell like blood. I haven't touched or even been near anything that looks and/or smells like blood." Stiles replies. His heart beat quickens, making Derek's ears perk up.

Using his alpha authority voice, Derek says, "Stiles, I'm not going to ask again. Why do you smell like blood?"

"Why should I tell you Derek? It's not like you would care anyway!" Stiles yells. He's getting upset, although Derek doesn't know why.

"Stiles, calm down... I don't like smelling that on you. It-" Derek fidgets for a second before continuing. "It worries me, smelling it on you."

"Well you don't have to worry, I'm fine. I don't want to talk anymore... Please leave," Stiles says, turning away.

"Stiles..."

"Please, just leave."

Stiles listens to Derek climbing out the window.

"I don't want you worrying about me. I'm not worth your attention," Stiles whispers, thinking Derek is out of earshot. He's not, Derek heard the whole thing.

On his way back home, Derek replayed the words in his mind, his heart breaking a little more every time he hears them.

'He thinks he's worthless...' Derek thinks.

"You're worth it to me," Derek whispers.