Sterek OneShotS

#11 Hate Is A Strong Word

A/N: In this shot, Isaac and Scott have their own characters as in teen wolf, but I've just switched so that Isaac is Stiles' best friend and Scott is Derek's left hand. (Don't take that literally)

Stay Happy.
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Stiles POV

There's only so much hate towards a person in you. But with Derek, those limits were long gone, and disappeared into a land so far away. It's true he had saved many lives and even made Isaacs better, and I should be happy about that since he was my friend and I only want him the best, but I couldn't. There just were something in him, that made me despise the fact that he's still out there somewhere, living life as if he owned it. And just because he has the looks and the bad guy attitude, all the girls throws themselves at him. I swear it wouldn't surprise me if he had some sexual transmitted disease, because of all the sex he has.

It wasn't a one sided feeling, he hated my guts as well, but I couldn't care less. Everyone knew it, and even dared to make fun about it once in a while, but this wasn't a love-hate relationship, it was pure evil. I couldn't stand that guy, and neither could he stand me. And it's been that way since I first laid eyes on him.

Sometimes it changed. My reason to hate him. I couldn't help but sometimes feel envious toward him. Other times, rarely, I felt sorry for what an asshole he was and then there times where it was just pure hate. I seriously have killed him 247 times in 60 different ways, in my mind.

"Dude? wakey wakey" Isaac grabbed my hand with both his and shook it. I looked at him and saw we were already half way up the stairs to Derek's loft. "Were you killing Derek again?" He asked in a fake disappointed look. I just chuckled at him and moved to open the door. we had a small meeting, or it was more like a get-together but little miss sourwolf was too much of a pussy-licker to admit it. It's not even a big deal.

You're probably wondering why I even attend these weekly 'meetings', but you see my so called friend, Isaac, forces me every time. He's afraid we'll grow apart if I'm not a part of this whole wolf-killer-hunting thing. And he's probably right. We walked in to see everyone already there, with our usual pizza and alcohol on the table. We walked in and I was happily surprised when I saw Derek not there.

"Hey, where's Derek?" I asked not being able to wipe the smile off my face.

"Right here, 'you miss me, shuck-face?" He asked with an annoying smirk.

"Not exactly..." I mumbled to myself.

"I still don't get why you two hate each other so much.." Isaac stated tiredly and went to sit next to Scott. I sighed and sat on my usual black leather one-seater couch.

"I don't get why you don't?" I mumbled more to myself, but since more than half of them had wolf-hearing, they probably heard what I said.

"I'm getting really tired of your bullshit, why the fuck don't you just shut your mouth or get out?" Derek said with a raised voice.

"Because I can't leave without an answer." I explained.

"What is your question?" He asked surprised yet annoyed. He was standing at the door, making me have to turn my body to face him.

"Is your... Ass jealous of the amount of shit that just came out of your mouth?" I asked referring to his insult before when he had raised his voice. Isaac had laughed, but he quickly covered it with coughs. I smiled proudly and looked back at Derek to see his face heating up with anger. He just shook his head and sat down on the stool farthest away from me mumbling something about me being a pain in the ass, on his way there.

After a while of talking, we all decided that we needed to get away for spring break.

"Maybe we should go to that cabin that's been on the news?" I suggested.