"Please I-I don't want to die!"
"Shh Sh Stiles, no need to beg for your life, it wont help anyone." The Chemist points his gun in Stiles face and cocks it.
Stiles chokes out a sob and doesn't say anything else. Not because he didn't want to, but because he couldn't physically speak a single word knowing he was going to die.
The day before
I should have studied more. We've got the big test tomorow and I've barely studied.
"Stiles stop stressing out you're going to be fine."
"You don't know that Scott. Ugh this is so annoying."
I flop down on Scott's bed and close my books. "I'm done, that's it I'm going to fail, grow up alone probably with five cats, what do I know?"
Scott lays next to me, "you're so dramatic."
"I can't help it. Huh. So uh what do you think about Derek?"
Scott sits up and stares at me.
I sit up after about a minute, "What?"
"You have got to be kidding me, You like Derek?" Scott grins and stands up.
"No no now hold on I didn't say that!- no Scott what are you doing?" I yell as he runs out of his room. "Scott?"
"Go home Stiles!"
"Scooott"
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"Stiles?"
"Hmm?"
I felt a push on my shoulder and heard a voice call my name again. "No five more minutes baby."
I open my eyes a little bit and see...Derek?
"Derek?!? What are you doing in my house? In my room, my bed? Oh my god did someone die? Wait how did you get in here anyway the front door is always locked at night? Wait, did you come through my window? Oh god, did my dad see you? My dad's going to-mhmp"
Lips. Derek. Fuck.
He pulls away and I search his face, curiosity. What?
"You talk too much." Derek smiles at me and I grin back.
"Sorry, the babbling, it's a habit when I'm nervous."
"Don't be sorry, it's kinda really hot watching you talk so much."
My face reddens and I'm glad it's dark in my room because talk about embarrassing. Right, my room, where Derek is currently leaning over me, on my bed.
"OH MY GOD! Derek what are you even doing here?" I quickly sit up and accidently butt heads with Derek.
I flop back down and curl into myself, "Fucking fuck! Fuck me! Fucking hell fuck you and you're fucking werewolf head, fuck that hurts!" I feel Derek lay on my bed and wrap his arms around me.
" Stiles! I'm so sorry, come here."
While he's laying next to me I feel the pain going away and I look down and see Derek's arm with black veins everywhere.
I glance up and see those amazing brown eyes staring back at me.
"To answer your question, I came over because Scott told me something and I wanted to know if it was true or not. So is it?"
I know what he's talking about. Fuck you Scott.
I groan and reply with a short yes.
"Good because I like you too."
"Wait really? Why?"
He laughs and says, "Yes really. And because, I like the way you smell."
"The way I smell?" I ask in confusion.
"Don't ask."
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The next day
*After Stiles finds a way to get out of the volt*
Oh god okay we are going to be fine, I'll find the cure for Scott and the others and we will breeze over this like always. So I'm in a classroom to get away from everybody so I can call Deaton.
"Hey doc listen Scott and the others, something's wrong-"
"Put the phone down Stilinski."
I drop my phone and put my hands up as I hear it crack against the tile floor. The person who spoke from behind me comes around and in the next second I'm staring at the barrel of a gun. I gasp and look above the gun and see one of our teacher's.
"Sir? Uhh." I speak nervously.
"Just call me the chemist. Well I guess you won't be able to seeing as how you are going to be dead in the next minute or so." The chemist cocks his gun and sticks it to my forehead.
"Please I-I don't want to die!"
"Shh Sh Stiles, no need to beg for your life, it wont help you." He laughs as I choke out a sob. I can't say anything else. Not because I don't want to, but because I can't physically speak another word knowing he was going to kill me.
"Sh sh sh now I am going to kill you on a count of three. Are you ready?"
I clench my eyes shut and think about Derek. Scott and Isaac. I think about the rest of the pack as I hear the count down. Three i love you dad. Two I love you Scott. One I love you Derek.
"Stiles! Noo!"
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One year later
Derek's pov:
On my way to visit Stiles I drop by the coffee shop and get his favorite drink, hot chocolate with caramel and whip cream.
Sitting next to him I tell him about my day, "The new betas are getting along really well, Stiles. Haley is a little harder to train because of what she's been through but we'll manage. Jack is doing really well, he's a fighter, like you."
I sigh and can hear his chuckle and him telling me I'm doing great. I take my jacket off and keep going, "You remember that night, I came into your bedroom and you just keep talking and you wouldn't stop." I laugh at the memory.
"I never did get to tell you the truth Stiles. I didn't like you. No, it was so much more than that, I was in love with you. I still am Stiles. Baby I love you so much. I just wish you were here. It's not fair."
I drink the rest of my hot chocolate and lay down next to his grave. Imagining he was laying there with me.
Okay so I really haven't been very active lately. I just need to know if you guys want to read more of this book. Should I continue?
