Need

Chapter 3

This chapter should be a bit longer, to make up for the shorter one before. 

Stiles

I pulled my Jeep into a rest stop and Cora followed suit. I felt bad for blowing up at Derek,  and I wanted to talk it out, but only if he brought it up. If I brought it up, then maybe he would assume I wanted to talk about the dream. I wasn't ready to talk about it, it scared me, and until I figured out what it meant, or it was absolutely necessary to bring it up, I wasn't talking. I took a swig of Gatorade and jumped out. I walked over to Cora, and she gave me a knowing look...but I wasn't sure what she knew. I looked at her suspiciously, she looked away, at Derek, and then back at me. I wouldn't make eye contact with him.

"Ok...you two need to solve your little lover's quarrel,  because I don't want to ride with Der anymore," She stated bluntly. 

"It's not a lover's quarrel!" I protested, at the same time Derek said "Don't call me Der," 

Cora just shrugged. "I'll let you two discuss this, until then, I'm going inside, for some real food," She walked away. I stood there, awkwardly. Derek crossed his arms, staring at me. 

"You're not gonna say something?" He grumbled. I looked up into his eyes, sighing. 

"I guess..." I started, looking down as I fussed at the ground with my foot. "Well, I'm sorry for blowing up at you. I just don't want to talk about the dream, it scared me and until I figure it out more, I really don't want you to mention it," I blurted, wishing I hadn't mentioned the dream. I looked up. Derek looked...apologetic. It was strange. 

 "I shouldn't have pushed you to that point," he mumbled. Was he apologizing?  This -possibly- caring side of Derek was something I had never seen before. I faintly smiled. 

"It's ok, I'm just stressed right now, it's not your fault Sourwolf," I said, hoping to lighten the mood. Apparently, this was one of the times that Derek found it funny. He gave me a quick smile, and we walked inside, in an oddly comfortable silence. 

When we entered the rest stop, I was overwhelmed with the scent of sweat, piss, and Mcdonalds. It was disgusting, and I couldn't imagine how bad it must of been for Derek, with his werewolf senses and all. He crinkled his nose. "Jeez," I  complained. He nodded. The rest stop was a big octagon, and the walls all came together in a point at the center of the ceiling. Chairs and booths covered in food stains and God knows what else surrounded a fake tree in the center of the floor. Around the outskirts of the building, there were different stores. I spotted a Starbucks. "I'm going to Starbucks because if I'm gonna be driving all night then I will need something to keep me awake, and for some reason the Gas Station we went to before had no Red Bull, so this will have to do," I over-explained. He shrugged. 

"I'll go find Cora," I smiled tiredly at him. No one was in line so I went straight up to the counter.

"You're two are such a cute couple," the barista told me. She had bright blue hair that was shoulder length and wavy, and was a bit taller than me. 

"Oh, we aren't together," My pale face turned a bright pink. I really hoped he hadn't heard it.  

"Really? Well, the way he looked back at you when he walked away, told me there is defiantly something," She told me. I raised my eyebrows. There was no way he liked me. No. Way. I couldn't resist knowing what this bubbly girl seemed to know, though, 

"Really?" I asked, a little too eagerly.  She giggled. 

"I can assume by the way you just reacted, you like him too?" My face went from pink to red.