No Matter What

Part 8

I'm only one call away

You winced when the person on the other line answered in a gravelly tone, "Hello?"

"Stiles?" Your voice was small, the wince still firmly on your face.

You heard his deep intake of breath.

"For the love of God, no!"

"But, Stiles! I-"

"'But Stiles! I-' no!" He cut you off, making you roll your eyes, his voice now fully awake. "I can't keep doing this, Y/N!"

"It's just a phone call...." you ground out, fiddling with a nonexistent string on the chair beneath you.

There was a heavy moment of silence, not even Stiles' breathing could be heard, and you wondered if he had just left the phone and walked away. Your eyes snapped up to stare blankly across the room when he finally spoke up.

"Will you and Derek please make up?"

"Why?" You spoke too quickly, sounded too eager. This was all his fault anyway. Having strange women answer his phone at all hours, how dare he. You winced at your own internal monologue, realizing how irrational it was. Derek was free to be friends with whomever he wanted.... But that doesn't mean you always have to like it. You glared at the empty space in front of you, eyeing up the jealousy you felt rising in your stomach. There were no titles, no commitments, nothing. Only hints and hidden words here and there, but nothing solid for your jealousy to stand on.

"I cannot keep getting 3 AM calls!"

"It's 2:45!" You corrected, wincing once again at the irrationality of it.

"Well I'm rounding up! Goodnight!"

I'll be there to save the day

You waited outside the boy's locker room the next day, waiting to bump into Scott. You didn't even get a greeting out before he cut you off.

"No."

You blinked twice, startled by the abrupt answer. "But I haven't even said what I-"

"No." He didn't even hesitate.

You scowled. "Scott-"

He sighed. "Just call Derek already." And with that, he left you at the door that led onto the lacrosse field.

Superman got nothing on me

"And so, now we aren't even talking," You finished, tucking your hands between your knees as you sat on the bleachers by the field after practice.

Turning to the person beside you, you startled at his severe stare. "Do you even go here?"

You hesitated, speaking haltingly. "I used to."

Coach seemed to eye you up and down suspiciously before seeing something he deemed trustworthy. "Oh. Okay. Continue."

Looking forward across the field, you sighed in resignation.

I'm only one call away

"Derek? It's me." Your voice was small, and he must have held his breath because you didn't hear a thing over the receiver.

"Y/N?" His voice was also small, a sigh of relief following shortly after.

You chuckled. "Yeah. I know it's been a while, but, hey, um...."

Silence. There weren't enough words to say what you needed, not enough ways to describe how you felt, not enough of anything to convey what you wanted to. So you settled for the bare minimum.