Feels like falling

Chapter 6

If looks could kill then Derek would surely be dead by now. The look Stiles was giving him would make weaker men cower, but Derek was anything but weak.

Once they were outside and away from the loud music Stiles turned sharply on his heel and pushed a stunned Derek against the nearest wall, holding him firmly by his shoulder. Derek let himself be pinned in place. Even though he could easily get out of the weaker boy's grip if he had wanted, for some reason he was perfectly happy with their current position. Not that he would ever admit that if asked. Neither boy spoke as their silent stand-off continued undisrupted for several minutes.

Finally Stiles broke the silence unable to keep from speaking any longer. He was known for his inability to remain quite after all.

"However grateful I may be for the rescue you had no right Derek, no right at all to do that." Stiles stated in barely more than a whisper as he tried to control his anger. "It's not like you were even doing it for me, that's what makes it so laughable, you were doing it because of your own selfish reasons as always. Because of your own stupid jealousy." He was really getting going now, his voice becoming louder with each word he spoke. "and let me just point out that you have no reason to be jealous Derek. You gave up your right to be jealous when you asked me to leave. That was your choice Derek, you got what you wanted." Letting go of Derek Stiles rubbed a hand roughly over his eyes and let out a sigh of frustration. Derek tried to speak, to get his point across but Stiles cut him off, his voice weaker than before.

"Why? Why did you have to come here? Why did you have to put me through this, why did...Just why Derek?" Stiles finished. The look on his face broke Derek's heart. He had never wanted this to happen. He didn't want to hurt Stiles, he didn't want anyone to hurt Stiles.

"Look I think it's best if I just go. Tell everyone I said goodbye and I guess I'll see you next time I'm home." Stiles said as he took a step backwards. At Derek's blank expression Stiles struggled to hide a wince. "...or not then. Bye Derek." He finished bitterly. Leaving Derek standing in the deserted street Stiles hurried away lost in his own thoughts.

Stiles forced himself to keep walking. He knew if he stopped or looked back at Derek he wouldn't be able to leave. He had to move on, he had to forget about Derek, there was no other option. Ignoring the drunks roaming the street Stiles kept his head down and sped up. The sooner he got back to his dorm the sooner he could go to bed. The sooner he went to bed the sooner this day would be over and Derek would be gone.