Play Date

Just a play date

I woke up alone, in Derek's bed. I rolled over to check the time. 8:30pm, "SHIT!" I yelled. I rolled out of his bed and hit the floor, "FUCK ME!". As I stood up to and grabbed my underwear I heard, " I already did." Come from behind me. I turned around and started to put on my boxers.

"Yeah you did." I smirked back at him, I crossed the floor and went for a hug. He moved to grab my jeans off the floor. "Here." He handed them to me, I looked at them slightly confused. Then I grabbed them from his hand. "Thank you." I half muttered.

I threw on my shirt and shoes on and started walking to the front door. When I reached it, I looked up the stairs. "I had a great time Derek. I lov-" he interrupted me, "Me too Stiles. Thank you for everything. Bye."  A cold chill ran down my spine. "Bye." I said back with the sound of hurt in my voice. And I opened the door.

I walked till I was on my street, doing nothing but thinking about what just happened. The feelings both physical and emotional. Thought about how Derek brushed me aside like I had just changed his oil, not given him my virginity. That's when I realized I was crying.

I walked into my house and ran upstairs to my room. I laid in my bed both embarrassed about what I had just done and ashamed that I had done it and wanted to do it. I pulled out my phone and pulled up Derek's number. I typed a message to him.

Me: I guess I'm just a Play Date to you?
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I couldn't send it. So I pulled up Scott's number and called him.

"Stiles? Are you ok? It's 3:30 in the morning." He said concerned with minor annoyance in his voice. I looked at the clock on my phone, it really was.  I didn't respond... I couldn't. I just started crying into the phone.

"I'll be there in a minute, ok?" He stated in a questioning tone. I just cried a little into the phone in response.

I sat on the edge of my bed thinking about everything. Not reacting when my window opened, I looked up to see Scott crawling in.