But he's a nerd. Sterek

Chapter 3

Stiles~ 

Of course I knew that Derek would being Jackson's group right away. But I wanna know why he was crying. Jackson only cried when he was talking about something really emotional. I wanna see what's wrong, but I'm scared. I miss him. A lot. And I know that I wrote that I hated him on the key. But I don't. I hate the way he's been treating me. But I know that deep down inside that cold, lifeless exterior, he's still the Jackson from elementary school.  

I know that I didn't give him a key to my place. But I was scared. It was right when my dad started drinking, and maybe that's why he gave it to me then. But I was scared that if he was gonna come in unannounced, my dad would do something bad.  After school I immediately went to my room and cried. I cry every single night I'm alone. It's mainly about Jackson. Some about my mom. Now about Derek. 

I mean, I knew that he would become friends with Jackson, but I didn't think that fast. It hurt.  I know when certain people are gonna go with Jackson. I'm always right. But I always pray I'm wrong. I always wonder what would've happened if I said yes to Peter when he offered me the bite. Would I be the lacrosse co-captain? Would I be the one saving Beacon Hills from an Alpha Pack? Or a Darach who was performing human sacrifices for power. Would I be a true Alpha? No. I'm just a boring human with a baseball bat. 

"I hate my life. I'm a weak human who can't even stop a bully who's supposed to be my best friend. I'm useless" I whisper to myself. 

"Hello Stiles. How would you love to not be useless?" I heard a voice. I knew exactly who it was. Peter.

"Go away Peter. I'm not in the mood." I say trying my best to stop crying.

"No. What would happen if I came a little closer." He said taking 3 steps for me.

"Stop Peter."

He doesn't say anything. He just picks me up and slams me against the wall. I goes for my neck. I try to get free put it doesn't work. He might be a weak werewolf, but he was still a lot stronger than me. He puts his hand under my shirt and starts to pull down my pants.

"Stop Peter. Please!" I beg.

I realize that someone pulls Peter off me. I fall to the floor. I see who it is. It's Jackson. He throws multiple punches again and again. I realize he was about to kill him, So I quickly throw Jackson off Peter. I thought he was going to say something like, 'That's the last time I save your stupid ass Stilinski,' or, 'Get the fuck off me fag.' But instead he pulls me into a hug. I don't know what to do. But I missed him. I hug him back. We keep hugging for probably another 10 minutes.

When we finally unlatch ourselves from each other. "I'm so sorry." He apologized. I mean actually apologized. "I'm sorry that I laughed at my drunk father making a joke about your mom's death. I'm sorry that I called you a faggot the first day of school. I'm sorry that I've been treating you like shit for 4 years. I'm sorry that I have punched and kicked you for the last 4 years. I'm sorry that I believed that those assholes were telling the truth about you talking shit about me when they clearly weren't. I'm sorry that I don't let anybody passed to you at the lacrosse games. I'm sorry that I almost killed you. I'm sorry that I was to busy trying to be the cool guy, that I didn't realize how bad I was making your life. I'm just, a fucking lunatic. And I understand if you never wanna see me again." Jackson starts to get up from the floor, but I stop him.

He looks at me with so much guilt in his eyes, that I know he was telling the truth. "Jackson, You may have made my life a living hell for 4 years, but I still know how to tell if you're lying, and you're not. I'm willing to give you a second chance, but, it will take a really long time for me to trust you again."

"I understand. I'm surprised you even forgave me."

"Well, I mean, my mother always told me, 'that when someone shows you there true colors, you finally know what there really like.' And I've always known that your true colors were not how you've been acting." I smile at him.

I rest m head on his shoulder and grab is hand. "Hey, why we're you crying today at school? And how'd did you know to come today?"

"I was crying about you. How I've treated you. And Derek-"

"I don't wanna talk about Derek."

"Why do you hate him so much? And don't you dare say, 'He went with me.' Because you might not like them, but you're always able to talk about them. What did he ever do to you?" He asks me turning his body to face me.

"It's a long story."

"I listened to you're long stories for 8 years, go on." He tells me and I smile.

"Well, my mom and dad met at the university on Texas. My dad's family lived in California, and my mom's family lived in Pennsylvania."

"Where Derek used to live." Jackson realizes.

"Yea. Anyway, before my mom died, we went there every year for the holidays and during the summer because my dad's father, was..... not the best person. And, the last year my mom was getting sick, but it wasn't that bad, so we still went. And they lived in Huntington Valley, Derek's family live in the suburbs of Philadelphia, but there still right next to each other. Anyway, I was the only 8 years old in the family beside my cousin my his parents are divorced so he spent the year with his mom, everyone else was already older than 13, and they wouldn't hang out with me. But Cora saw me and asked if I could play with her because Derek was being, and these exact words, 'A doggy pooppy head'" We both laughed at the name.

"So we clicked right away. Or as fast as 8 year old's could. Talia, Cora's mom, gave my mom her number, so if we ever wanted to hang out during the 3 weeks I was there, give her a call and they'd make arrangements. On the last day, me and Cora decided to hang out, since we knew next year my mother would be too sick to fly across the country, or would die. So we went to the park and we were just running around, me being my clumsy dumb ass self, tripped over my own feet.

"Cora and I laughed, but she still went to get my mom and dad to make sure I was ok. Derek came up, and said he didn't like me because I was stealing his twin sister from him. So, he took out his claws and scratched me on my ankle, and said, 'Stay away from Cora, or else.' And after that day, I never talked to Cora again. She would call, a lot. But I always made an excuse. Then Talia said that she was gonna wipe Derek and Cora's memory of me once I told her what Derek did.

"She asked if she wanted Satomi, her close friend who lives here, to wipe my memories of them. But I said no. Even that one bad memory of Derek, I had too many good ones with Cora. So I kept them. And I'm glad I did." I started crying. I've never told anyone this before.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He asked me with a frown.

"I thought that you would think I was crazy if Ii said he had claws. So I didn't tell anyone ever. But I thought that I was never going to see him again. But clearly, I was wrong." Jackson pulls me into another hug.

My dad comes up the stairs and walk into me crying with Jackson in the room. Not the best sight.

"Get the hell out of my house."

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OOOOOOH CLIFFHANGER! HEY! So, what did you think about why Stiles actually hates Derek, and about STACKSON MAKING UP. They are literally broth goals. And I can't have them not be friends! Do you think I'm some kind of monster? (I am but still. C'mom) I'll never have exact days when I'm gonna upload because It depends on whenever I get a computer. Anyway, WHAT DID Y'ALL THINK ABOUT 6X05?

SPOILER WARNING!

I'M SO HYPE THAT LYDIA REMEMBERS THAT STILES LOVES HER. THAT THEY NOW KNOW HE'S REAL. THAT PETER HELPED WITH GIVING THEM STILES KEYS. THAT THEY WERE ABLE TO TALK TO THEM. OMG. I CAN NOT BREATH. TOTALLY FANGIRLING RIGHT NOW.

Anyway..... probably just gonna write the next chapter and publish it right now, but I don't know.