Unfaithful

Chapter 2: Questions

Derek’s POV

I jump out of Stiles’ window and start walking down the street to my Camaro. Anger still coursing through my veins, I get into the car and start driving with no destination in mind. Calming down after a couple hours of driving, thoughts start flying around my mind. ‘You’ve been warned.’ Why the hell did I just do that? Why did I go to his house? WTF am I doing? I have no attraction to the annoying pup. He’s irritating, ignorant, rude, ungrateful, un-loyal, and a complete jackass. Not to mention, I’m not gay. My wolf may claim Scott as his mate, but once again, I am NOT gay. Images flash through my mind of Scott’s face after Stiles tells him about our little chat. I imagine Scott’s facial expression. The young boy’s eyes go wide as shock sets in while Stiles tells his story. Suddenly, Scott’s shock turns into pure anger as Stiles’ story starts sinking into his mind. As the realization hits me, I let out a sigh. Yup, Scott’s definitely cursing my very existence right now. At the very thought of Scott hating me, my temper starts to flare allowing anger to set in. “Damn it,” I shout as I hit my steering wheel in frustration. “Here I go fucking things up again,” I mutter to myself as memories of Kate and my family’s death flashes before me “all because I let my emotions rule me.”

Shaking my head from my inner turmoil, I pull in front of my home. Sitting in my car, I lay my head back against the head rest while briefly closing my eyes as my mind tries to process this entire mess. Exiting my car, I inhale a deep breath as a single tear strays down my cheek. Wiping the tear away, I walk into my house. “How am I going to explain this to Scott,” I groan as I run my hands through my hair and down my face. Feeling exhaustion coursing through my body, I go to my bedroom stripping off my clothes to my boxers and lay down. “I’ll fix this somehow,” I groggily say as my eyes close letting sleep take me.

Scott’s POV

“It’s easy. You’re just making it harder than it has to be” he says while a smirk forms on his face. Looking up from the paper in front of me, “No it’s not. This is bullshit. I mean, come on, when am I ever going to use systems of equations? Hmm.” Stiles grins, “I swear, it’s not that bad.” Taking a deep breath, I try to calm down. “What do you mean, it’s not that bad?” My temper starts to rise as his words register in my mind. Freaking out, I start yelling at him. “Yes it is Stiles. I’m failing four classes, Jackson is riding my ass, I have hunters after me, and I’m a freaking werewolf who has psycho werewolf as a mentor. So no, nothing about this is easy.” He looks at me with amusement shining in his eyes. Tilting his head to the side he says, “Awe does little Scotty need to take a break?” I stare at my friend in disbelief as he continues to patronize me. “What’s wrong did the little baby miss his nap time? Is that why you’re so cranky?” He says to me in an annoying baby voice. F this, f u, I’m out. He might be like my brother but he can be such a dick sometimes. Getting off the chair while rolling my eyes, I put my homework in my backpack.

As I start walking to the bedroom door he stops me, “Scott, come on man, I’m sorry. I get you’re stressing about everything but you need to lighten up.” Running my fingers through my hair, “how do you suppose I do that? It’s easier said than done.” He looks around the room, “well, let’s get your mind off of it for a while.” Sighing, I place my hands in my pockets while looking at the floor, “how?” Stiles’ eyes land on the PlayStation as a huge grin crosses his face, “let’s play MW3. It’ll burn off some of your aggression.” I guess it won’t hurt. I could use a distraction from everything. Lifting my head, I look into my friend’s eyes. He seems so hopeful that I’ll say yes. Damn, I really can’t stay mad at him. Sighing in defeat, “okay, Stiles, but just for a little while my mom wants me home at 10.”

Looking away from the television screen, my eyes glance over to the clock. “Shit, I got to go.” Stiles looks at me and follows my gaze. “Do you want me to give you a ride?” Shaking my head, “no, I rather walk. I need to clear my head.” Putting my controller down, I grab my bag and start walking towards the door. “Are you sure? I can give you a ride. It’s no big deal.” I turn my head to glance at my friend, “I’m sure, Stiles, but thanks anyway.” His facial expression drops in disappointment. Damn. I walk over and place my hand on his shoulder to get his attention, “don’t worry so much. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He looks up at me with a slight smile on his face, “I’m not worried. Just be careful and for the love of God, stay away from Derek.” Nodding my head in agreement, I start walking out the bedroom. Reaching the front door, I hear him say “I mean it, Scott, stay away from him. He’s not stable. Just look at what happened earlier.” Pausing as I turn the door knob, “alright, I got it.” Opening the door, I begin walking home at a quick pace. I am so dead. My mom is going to kill me. How am I going to explain why I’m three hours late, huh? I’m going to get grounded again. Damn it. Frustration fuels me as I start jogging home. What am I going to do? Playing different scenarios in my mind, I find one that may work. I’m going to climb through my bedroom window and act like I’ve been home all along. Yup, that’s what I am going to do. Hopefully, mom won’t notice.

Arriving at my house, I quietly climb up my porch to gain access to the roof. Pulling myself onto the roof, I slowly make my way towards my open window. Once inside my room, I set my bag down without making a sound. After brushing my teeth, I quickly strip off my clothes leaving nothing else on my body except my boxers. Walking over to my bed, I lay down on my back as I stare at the ceiling. Thoughts about today’s events quickly fill my mind. Why was he there? Why was he asking Stiles about mates? Come to think about it, what the hell is a mate? And why in the hell does Derek think it’s okay telling Stiles to stay away from me? That’s bullshit if he thinks for one minute he can run my life, telling me who I can or cannot hang out with. He’s done fallen and busted his fucking thick ass head if he thinks that. I’m tired of being left out, feeling useless, and being treated like a bitch. Damn it. Feeling my anger rise, I shake my head trying to clear my thoughts. Breathe in. Breathe out. Silence is the enemy, causing my thoughts to run wild. Images of an inevitable confrontation with Derek entertain my thoughts while making my muscles tense. Sighing, desperately, I try to calm myself down before I do something stupid. Rolling onto my side, I grab my iPod and start listening to Eminem’s Talking to myself. Within minutes, my eyes start closing as I drift off into a deep sleep.