Dereks Pov
I hate you.
You werent there.
Whos fault is that?
Stiles voice kept echoing in my heartbroken head. I have no chance in ever getting him back. My mate is no longer with me. He hates me. Isaac must have heard my crying. He put his hand on my back.
"Isaac.." I whimpered.
"I know what happened. You were screaming in the little sleep you had." He replied.
"I dont know what to do. Isaac, I have nothing to live for. He hates me." I sobbed.
"Derek... I-I... I saw him with Lydia. She was holding him. He was crying." He said unsure.
I breathed in trying to compose myself. "Maybe he can be happy. Its good for him." As soon as those words came out of my mouth I broke again. Isaac gave me time alone. I punched a wall. Then I remembered he could feel my pain, a surge of guilt came over me too. I hurt him again. Damnit Derek why cant you do anything right? I yelled in my head.
I suddenly felt a wave of butterflies. Stiles was having butterflies. Without me. With Lydia.
Stiles Pov.
I drove around for a bit and stopped to get gas, I still had 40 bucks so I decided to get some donuts and coffee for Lydia and me. Its the least I can do for her. She is a real sweetie. I checked my phone it is 8:30. Time to head back to Lydias. Her mom is never there, and he rdad and her mom are divorced so shes always there alone. I pull in the driveway and see her laying on the couch watching tv. She still looked good in sweats and a tank top. Any girl would be jealous of her beauty...
"Hey love." I smiled. We always use pet names for eachother. I waved the donut bag and she smiled. I put the coffee on the table for her. She walked over to me and hugged me.
"Well are you going to eat or not?" I smiled at her. We sat down eating a few donuts, talking.
"Stiles... Why dont you visit your dad now that you and Derek are over..." She asked.
"No." I firmly stated trying not to cry. I'd be lying if I said I didnt miss him but he rejected me. Never was going back. If he wanted me he could find me.
"Stiles. Do you know what day it is?" She asked sternly.
"Its his birthday."
"I dont care." My heart pumped. My breathing quickened. My eyes turned blue but no claws. My vision blurred, but not in a were wolf way.
"Stiles?" Lydia asked.
"I-I think Im having a panic attack." I could hear my heart beat pacing in my ears. I cant breath. I gasp. I cant.
"L-Lydia. I cant breathe.." It hurts to talk. Every thing around me is spinning.
"St-Stiles. Its ok." She tried to figure out what to do in a flurry. She pushed her lips onto mine. I felt better. There were butterflies in my stomach, the worst I have had since Derek . Or is it the best? She pulled back with her eyes closed.
"Why did you do that?" I asked scared of her reaction.
"I-I read somewhere in a panic attack if you hold your breath it helps, you held your breath." she seemed as shocked as I was.
"Thank you then." I was still in a daze. Out of no where my hand felt shattered.
"Aaaagh!" I yelled. I hurt. So bad.
