Wolfrunner. Sterek

Chapter 3

Stiles~

I freeze. Kill Derek? No no no. I can't do that!

"Guys I gotta get up." I tell them as Chuck moves out from the booth. My hands start to shake as I make it out to the restaurant parking lot.

"Stiles what's happening?!" Chuck asks me.

"I think he's having a panic attack!" Minho says. "Stiles breath. C'mon Stiles!"

"I c-c-can't kill D-Derek. I-I-I can't do that. Not to Scott, or Lydia, Or Malia. I can't do that." I tell them as my vision blurs.

"It's going to be ok, we'll figure it out Stiles, we always do." Fry Pan reassures me.

"I'm calling Derek!" Teresa says.

Alby tries to stop her, "No Teresa! He could find out about WICKED."

"I don't care. I don't need to be a werewolf to sense that Derek is in love with Stiles, and Stiles loves him back. I could tell just by the way Derek was looking at him, and how Stiles took as many glances at him as he could. And he's big smile after Derek hugged him! That's why he's having such a hard time thinking about the fact of killing Derek, cause he can't. Hi Derek. yea come to Auntie Em's diner. (Wizard of Oz much? Yup.) Yea it's Stiles, he's kinda having a panic attack right now. Ok thanks. Bye"

Derek~

After I get the call that Stiles is having a panic attack I freak out. It's a 5 minute car ride, but I run not wanting traffic. I run into the parking lot only to see that Stiles is sitting down on the verge of fainting.

"STILES!" I scream running towards him.

"D-Derek? Y-You have t-to g-get a-away from m-me." He says.

"I'm not leaving you!" I tell him cupping his face. He finally controls his breathing and runs. By the time I get his scent it's too faint, and impossible to follow.

Stiles~

I run back to the loft. I have to stay as far away from Derek as I can. I can't kill him. I can't kill him because I'm in love with him. And maybe I did like him before I was taken I'm not entirely sure. But I know that I liked the hug, and the kiss.

3 weeks later~
Stiles~

It's been 3 weeks since I've talked to anyone in the pack. I haven't gone to school like I'm supposed to. Newt keeps trying to get me to tell them the truth, but I can't. I put a mountain ash barrier around the loft. I just can't face them.

I have finally come to terms that I have to go back to WICKED. In 2 weeks their coming to pick me up. Everybody else is free. I'm never going to see Newt, or Minho, or Fry pan, or Teresa, or Chuck, or Alby ever again.  They became my family. I'm never going to see Scott, Lydia, Malia, Allison, Kira, Isaac, Erica, Boyd, Aiden, Ethan, Danny, Jackson, Theo, Liam or Hayden ever again.

"Stiles, you have to at least tell them the truth. You've been ignoring them for weeks, they deserve an explanation." Newt tells me walking down the spiral staircase.

"No."

"What do you mean no! Stiles, there your best friends, ok? And their never gonna see you again so stop being a shank."

"Neither are you."

"Yes! True! But we still get to see you everyday. Are you just planing to leave without saying goodbye to them?! Stiles. Everyday during school you're all they ask about! And every single time they come by, you don't let them in. You won't even dare to break the mountain ash. They come every single fucking day after school! And you're being a real dick by not letting them see you.