𝑤𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑑
"and you, are an asshole."
After the crying in a classroom incident, Derek had seemed to give Stiles some space. He barely bothered with him for a while. Stiles knew he wasn't genuinely sorry, but he was strangely acting like it. He wanted to know why, but that would mean talking to Derek.
Surprisingly, Derek seemed not to tell anyone about what happened. This was strange. Derek usually gave Stiles a lot of empty promises, none he kept to. Derek just overall wasn't a good person in Stiles' eyes, lying so much. It surprised him when Derek said nothing about what happened. He still didn't trust him, though. Not after the stunt he pulled the day prior.
Stiles was on his way to english when Derek stopped him. Stiles looked around uncertainly. Derek wanted to see him? "What's wrong?" Stiles asked, though clearly not interested in whatever Derek had to say.
"I didn't tell anyone," he said almost proudly.
"I can see that," Stiles responded dryly. "And so you've come all the way from your math class just to tell me?"
"How do you know my classes?" Derek asked, raising his left eyebrow.
"I'm observant," Stiles responded dismissively.
"Observant, eh?" Derek responded with a chuckle. Stiles just nodded, he couldn't help but smile a little.
"I guess," he mumbled. Derek smirked and hitched his bag over his shoulder.
"I'll see you around, Stiles," Derek said. God, his ego. Stiles just nodded and shrugged. When Derek finally turned away from Stiles, he entered english, thinking of that deep laugh.
"Hey," Stiles heard Scott whisper as he took his normal seat next to his best friend. "You okay?"
Stiles nodded. "Yeah," he murmured. "I'm fine. I just- I ran into Derek." Scott's eyes darkened. As he opened his mouth to speak, Jackson took a seat next to Stiles. He just smirked and said nothing.
"What the fuck?" Stiles mouthed. Scott just shook his head and leaned back in his seat. Something was off.
As the bell rang for the class to end, Stiles noticed Derek leaning against a wall, almost as if he was waiting for him.
"What the hell was that?" he hissed.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
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