Deception

Fraying Tension

"Stiles!" Derek growled as he stormed into his house, Derek walking after him, glaring at him. 

"What?" He retorted. 

"You know what, you can't run away from this!" 

"Watch me!" 

Derek growled, his eyes flashing red as he grabbed Stiles wrist and pulled him back, facing him, 

"Let go of me!" Stiles snapped. 

"Don't make me repeat myself" Derek warned. 

"I don't know! Okay? I just wanted to go for a walk, it was nice out, so I did" 

"A walk, alone in the woods?' 

 "Yeah, so! I don't need your permission!" 

"When theres a pack of unfriendly wolves out, then yes, you do!" 

"What? Because you're the alpha? I'm not one of your beta's Derek"  

Derek let Stiles go as some footsteps approached the house. Stiles rubbed his new red wrist, scowling at Derek. 

"Stiles.." Scott slowly, stepping into the house, putting his hands up in a calm down gesture "We're just trying to look out for you" 

"You have a funny way of showing it. Wheres the I'm glad you're okay Stiles? Or the welcome back Stiles, you didn't get eaten by any crazy werewolves, I should have medal by now for that but oh no I get an earful of this"  He points at Derek angrily. 

"You could of gotten seriously hurt, we were just worried about you. Could you at least have someone with you next time?" Scott said, much more calm and appeasing than Derek, who was glaring at him. 

What is this? 

Good cop, bad cop? 

Stiles scowled, folding his arms, still feeling a rush of anger burning his veins. So he couldn't go out after dark without their supervision? 

"I'm not a child, I don't need you watching me whenever I step out of my house" 

"No but you are only human, you can get hurt more easily, you know this!" Derek said through gritted teeth. 

"I'm flattered for your concern for me, really but every day there are teenagers, like me, going out at night. I'm not any different or any more danger than they are, I don't see anyone of you worrying about their safety. " 

"Thats not fair, you know you're not like them" Scott said.

"How am I not like them!?" Stiles retorted. 

"You're pack"  Derek growled, he moved into Stiles personal space, narrowing his eyes on the teen. 

"And you've got to start acting like it!" 

Stiles didn't appreciate Derek baring down on him like this, like at all. He wasn't scared of Derek anymore, albeit he'd only gotten over his fear recently but still... 

"And how am I supposed to act in a pack Derek? Because like you said, I'm only human" 

Human pet...

Stiles eyes narrowed on Derek as he said glaring at the Alpha "And how are humans supposed to act like in packs anyway? Because you seem to know an awful lot about, how they should and should not behave" 

That seemed to catch the two werewolves of guard. Derek's eyes widened and Scott took a deep breath in sharply. 

Their was guilt in Scotts eyes, he looked away. 

Derek grineded his teeth together, looking like he was restraining himself back from pushing Stiles into a wall, no, not with Scott present. 

"Stiles, we just don't want to see you hurt, none of the pack do. But you putting yourself in danger like this, doesn't help" Derek said in a strained but calmer voice. 

None of the pack do? 

From what Stiles had gathered from Derek's new pack that they couldn't give a crap about him and even would glare at him in dislike. 

He'd heard Erica even say behind him back once. 

What do we need a human for anyway?

Scott and Derek had been the only ones that had shown real care for him. If Derek's care was mainly glaring at him and telling him to stop getting himself into trouble.

And Scott, who used to call him up for pack meetings and include him in the supernatural whenever he could, was starting to pull away and suddenly became to busy to call Stiles anymore and more concerned with keeping him home. 

Though Stiles did have a feeling the latter was because the amount of times he seemed to have got himself captured as of late and being around werewolves wasn't exactly doing his health that much good. With the accidental scratches and bruises if a werewolf forgot their own strength or simply forgot Stiles own strength. 

He felt an incoming headache coming on, they'd been getting more recent lately. 

His father had told him it was probably stress. 

Stiles had agreed, his life had become a big mess of stress lately that not even a hundred stress balls could solve.  

Rubbing his temples, he shook his head 

"Just go, my dad will be back soon" 

"Stiles" Scott said, stepping forward. 

Stiles sent them both a glare before making shooing motion with his hand. 

Now wasn't the time for this. 

Especially when his head decided now was so the time to give him a migraine, great.  

"We'll talk about this later"  Derek warned him, then turned and walked away. 

Double great.

Scott gave him a apologetic look, complete with puppy dog eyes, before he walked out. 

Stiles watched them go as Scott closed the door behind him. 

Why did their talks always end like this? 

He sighed, leaning against the wall and banging his head against it in frustration. 

Only then to curse, stepping away, rubbing his head. 

Turns out banging your head against walls didn't help his problems magically disappear...or a headache. 

Obviously. 

Majority didn't want Sterek so no Sterek it is. I thought I needed some time to rest before I started this up, turns out I can't help myself, lol. So updating regularly from now on. Hopefully once a day, or more. 

(Tiny Spoilers, read if you want)

Stiles powerful and bamf will come but later. Before that they'll be a lot of hurt Stiles, so I'm sorry in advance. 

Theres one part of this story, later on that I'm wondering if I should keep you in the dark about and let you figure it out or show you, but I'll decide on that some point in the future. (Evil Laugh)

Hope you enjoy, have a great week! And let me know what you think? xx