Sterek: Love Kills

Chapter Nine

At school Stiles tried avoiding talking to Scott. It got kind of awkward. Especially now when they were sat beside each other... He looked around for inspiration of what he was going to open up the conversation with and saw a poster for prom.

"Who are you going with?" he asked Scott. 

"Certainly not Allison..." he replied and glanced over his shoulder where Allison was sat together with Lydia.  

"Okay," Stiles voiced, sounding sort of annoyed.

"It's all Derek's fault," Scott mumbled.

"You know what?! Actually, it wasn't at all Derek's fault." Stiles got kind of upset. "You did this to yourself,"

Scott growled back in response, but that didn't slow Stiles down a bit.

"He didn't bite you, remember? He's actually helping you get away from the hunters, AKA Allison's family... As a matter of fact, I like Derek," Stiles continued.  

"He only cares about himself!" Scott almost yelled, making people around them wonder what was going on.

"Oh, and you helped him a lot then by saying that he doesn't have a family. Well played, Scott, well played," Stiles said in his known sarcastic tone.

"Okay. Maybe that was stupid. I don't wanna talk about this. I just want Allison back," Scott muttered tiredly.

Stiles sighed deeply.

"Who's being selfish now, huh?"

"Whatever..." Scott said. "Who are you taking to prom, then?"

"Um... I don't know," Stiles said insecurely.

He first thought of Lydia who he has had a crush on since third grade. She was his first crush and those are always there to stay. Stiles then thought of Derek but that would be way too bizarre... He's old and stuff.. But not that old, maybe? Well, he is arrogant and way too serious to attend prom. Or maybe there's a side I don't know of him? He's a werewolf, though. That's gonna be trouble. It was hopeless.  

"Maybe Lydia," he finally responded, still rather insecure.

Scott nodded and as Stiles started blushing Scott smirked, pushing Stiles a bit aside mockingly.

"She looks like she would wanna go with you, Stiles," Scott pointed to a pale girl standing alone, staring at Stiles.   

"Who's she again?" Stiles asked.  

"That's Erica Reyes," Scott confirmed.

Now Stiles remembered! She was the girl with the frizzy hair and frumpy clothes. Pale skin and black rings around her eyes and she always took medicines all the time for different allergies, at least that's what she said. She was also a big coward, never dared anything, especially not climbing up things. During school, when they were having gym she always bailed and one time she cried for hours after she had been forced to climb up to then fall back to the ground. As soon as she noticed herself being talked about her she turned her head and walked away, dragging her legs after her.

"I wouldn't go with Erica, are you kidding me?" Stiles turned to face Scott who shrugged carelessly.

Stiles glanced at Lydia who walked by. Her steps echoed as she determinedly strut, wearing her high heels. After her Jackson followed, grinning as always...

"You're breaking up with me?!" Lydia turned.

All of her happiness instantly faded. Stiles listened closely.

"No, actually I'm dumping you," Jackson smiled carlessly.

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After school Stiles decided to drive to Derek's place.

"Hey! Derek!" he shouted, standing outside by his jeep. "It's me Stiles,"

Derek walked out slowly. 

"Is Scott with you?" he asked carefully.

"No," Stiles answered and Derek nodded.

"Good,"

Stiles carelessly walked into Derek's house and accidently bumped into a baseball bat. 

"You're kidding me?" Stiles said with a slight frustration in his voice. "Why do all families have baseball bats in their homes?!" he sighed, thinking of Scott...

"I don't have a family..." Derek said. "Remember?"

Stiles felt slightly guilty for using those specific words and it got quiet. Derek's pulse raised as he had just reminded himself of a moment he wanted to forget. It made him feel furious. He ran his hands through his hair and sat down on a chair close to him.

"Look. I don't have a mom." Stiles said, trying to help. "I loved her very much and I know how it feels. I didn't like when Scott said that either,"

"Then why didn't you say anything?" Derek asked.

Stiles didn't know what to answer. Perhaps it was the tension or the fact that Scott is his best friend? He didn't want to answer either one of the things he came up with since nothing would make Derek whole again after such an agressive approach... Instead, he tried swapping subject and perhaps he would forget about it?

"Prom is up..." he said.

"Oh, really," Derek replied coldly.

"I would ask you if I could," Stiles admitted.

Derek blushed.