Case Closed

3. Alone at Last

W/N sorry guys I got the worst writers block but I'm back to original writing skills seeing as teen wolfs coming!!!! Are you excited? comment in the area below.

(Stile's POV)

        "So what's this about?" I demand.

        "I don't know whta your talking about." Derek replies nonchalantly.

      "Of course you do. We wouldn't be here, alone, if there weren't something to talk about." I snap, exasperated at Derek's behavior.

        "Okay, I do have a question." he states blankly, maybe a little intrigued with himself.

        "Good Derek. That's great progress, but I think it would be amazing if you could elaborate. Just a little." I say, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

        "Hahaha, very funny. I wanted to ask you about relationships." he says sarcastically too. I begin to laugh at his joke until he gives me his signature 'I will rip your throat out with my teeth' glare. Okay, so maybe he wasn't joking.

        "You do realize I have practically no experience with women right? If you want to talk relationships you should talk to Scott." I say, completely shocked he'd even consider talking to me, of all people!

        "Just hear me out, I think you could really help me out." Derek pleads, getting up from his bed. He walks over to me with this cute, puppy eyed look that makes me melt inside. Stop it Stiles! You know he doesn't like you, now go back to mourning for Malia you disgusting fag! 

        "Mmh, alright. But I still think you should be talking to someone with experience." I sigh, wishing it didn't have to be me. Its not that Derek's necassarily a bad guy, its just his constant glaring, violent ways, and rude comments are kind of a turn on.

        "What if a relationship isn't as good as you thought? Like, in the moment you felt good, but now that you're reliving everything  you see that it was toxic and never meant to be. The worst part is that I think I'm falling for someone who will never love me." Derek rambles, leaning against the wall. Woah, who would have thought Derek could be so deep. And he is right. Me and Malia fought even on our best terms. Not to mention she was a lot of work. Only thing is, I never felt good about any of it. I get rid of the negative thinking and focus on Derek again.

        "So who is this person you like?" I pry. 

        "None of your damn business." Derek glared at me violently.

        "C'mon Derek. And we were doing so good before." I cooed.

        "Don't talk to me as if I'm some mentally challenged kid!" Derek snaps. (I did not mean to offend anyone!) 

        "I'm sorry! Would you like me to get you a colouring page and some crayons!" I yell quite a bit louder than I meant to. He gives me his 'If you don't stop doing what you're doing I will kill you' glare.

        "Again with the glaring." I say. His lips curl into a smile as he rolls his eyes.

        "What do you want from me?" he chuckles sadly.

         "I should be asking you the same thing!" I yell exasperatedly.

        "You wanna know what I want from you?" Derek yells at me hysterically. His breathing is heavy and ragged, what did I do this time.

           "I'm actually scared out of my wits so no. No, I do not want to know what this is really about." I reply, shakily. Derek begins to growl as his eyes turn a deep, blood... red. His eyes are red, oh shit. He's an alpha, how? What? Wow!