Sterek

Chapter 3

He was gone the next day when I woke up. I sort of knew he wasn't there. I could sense it.
It was later that day that I told Scott about him being a werewolf. Suffice to say, he didn't believe me. He went a little crazy, threw a chair and shoved me against a wall. Then he like, woke up. He apologised and ran out of there. When I picked up the chair, it had claw marks on it. I picked up my phone.
'Derek, we have a problem. Meet me at Lydia's house. Scott's being unreasonable.' I hung up and got ready to go party.
When I got there I went through the house to the back. I looked around all of the writhing bodies, trying to spot Derek. I then had this weird sense where I knew exactly where he'd be. I headed to a dark corner of the yard and there he was.
'Derek thank god.' He was looking over me as though he was searching for something.
'Did he hurt you? Where?' He sounded worried and a little pissed off.
'It's okay Sourwolf, he threw me into a wall and clawed at a chair but I'm fine. I can barely even feel it.' This wasn't quite true as I could feel a dull throbbing pain radiating from my back.
'Liar.' He reached out for my wrist and held it lightly, I felt warm and then slowly felt the pain leave. 'Better?' He asked as he released my wrist.
'Much. Thanks.' I knew my face was red and my heart beating at a pace slightly above my normally quick heartbeat. I spun around to look for Scott. 'There, Scott and Alison.'
I felt him come up behind me, so that he could look over my shoulder. 'I see them.' His voice was quiet, right by my ear and I had to suppress a shiver. 'So Scott doesn't believe you. About what he is.' Derek stated.
'Uh, I think it's more that he doesn't want to believe.' My voice was a little shaky and I know he heard it. I could practically feel his smirk. 'What's going to happen Derek? He won't forgive himself if he hurts someone, and I won't forgive myself if I let him or if he gets hurt.' I was desperate for a solution to all of this.
'He'll be okay Stiles, I promise. I'll look out for him and I won't let him hurt anyone else. But you have to be careful, you can get hurt a lot easier than we can.' Derek's voice was reassuring, comforting and I could feel him right behind me, almost touching. It was making me feel safe and nervous all at once. I subconsciously leaned back into him.
'Stiles, look.' Scott was looking panicked, a second later and he had turned tail, and ran. Derek and I immediately plunged into the crowd after him and caught up only to see his car driving away.
'Derek, get Alison home, Scott will want her safe, I'm going after him.' Derek grabbed my wrist as I was about to go to the jeep.
'I'd argue but I know it won't do me any good. Be safe.' He released me and turned to find Alison.
By the time I got to Scott's house he had locked himself in his room. I tried to talk to him but he was freaking out. He thought Derek was the bad guy, the one who bit him. I tried to explain otherwise but when I let it slip that Derek took Alison home, he left through his window. I sent a text to Derek, who told me to head home. So that's what I did.
*
Hunters. Great. On top of everything else, now I have to deal with hunters, who, incidentally, are the Argents. Not including Alison of course. Derek and Scott had run into some last night. I had picked Scott up in the morning, he was wandering around shirtless in the woods. I had already spoken to Derek who hadn't actually explained anything to Scott just spouted some crap about how the bite was a gift and they were brothers now. So I was a little annoyed at him at the moment too.
And of course the only thing Scott was worried about, Alison.
We were really in trouble when Scott started to turn on the field. He tackled Jackson, way too hard, and then I got him off the field and into the locker room. On the way I spotted Derek and shook my head at him to signal that I could handle it.
What followed was basically Scott trying to kill me. Eventually I got him calmed down by spraying the fire extinguisher at him.
'You know you can't play Saturday right? You'll kill somebody.' I told him.
'But I'm first line.' He insisted.
'Not anymore.' I replied.