Like You (Derek Hale Fanfic)

Stress

"You didn't have to be an ass about it," I said slamming the door to Derek's car. He and I were arguing about him training me. He had knocked me over several times, telling me to do it again, and he kept saying that I was never going to get it right.

"Maybe you should have worked harder," he hissed back. I slammed my back into the seat and huffed. Ass... He started the engine and we were off. We were picking up Stiles and Scott so we could train Scott. As Derek was driving, his grip was tight on the wheel and his knuckles were white. I rolled my eyes as the car came to a stop. We had already arrived at the high school. So I took it upon my own will to get the hell out of that car with the prick inside. I had enough of his bitching for one day.

I leaned my back against the Camero and rolled my eyes, my arms crossing in front of me. The bell from the school rang and Derek walked up beside me, his hands shoved in his jacket pockets.

"I'm... Uhh... Sor-" he started to say before I interrupted.

"I really don't want to hear it..." I sighed and he automatically shut his mouth. I looked at him as the students flooded the parking lot, all giving me and Derek glares. Some girls checked Derek out and giggled. I wanted to rip their fucking heads off...

What the hell? Do I seriously still like him that much? Who was I kidding... I was hopelessly in love with him... I needed to talk to him, but now wasn't the time.

"Yo, yo!" Stiles smiled at me and completely ignored Derek. Scott ran up to us after Stiles, his lacrosse stick in hand.

"Hey, guys," I smirked. Derek smacked his hand on the car and immediately went to the other side of It.Ass... Strike two...

"Get in the car before I beat all of your asses," he remarked before he slammed his door shut and starting up the car.

"Scott, get up front," I said. Scott looked at me in disbelief. I raised my eye brow at him.

"Why? You know I can't stand Derek..." He replied with a huff.

"Derek-poo and Scarlett-poo and having a wittle baby fight," Stiles laughed before I smacked him on the head.

"Shut the hell up. And Scott... No one said you had to talk to him." He sighed and glared at me as he got in the front seat. I squeezed in the back with Stiles... And of course he was munching on a sandwich.

"Seriously?" I said looking at Stiles. His face was covered in mustard as he shook his head yes. I rolled my eyes and looked towards the front.

Derek's hands were glued to the steering wheel, his knuckles becoming inhumanly white. The car was awkwardly silent as the ride trudged on. Derek really knows how to push my buttons. He constant blabs like I give a damn, has his face set in hard, cold, emotionless stone, and he's unbelievably bitchy. Yet... I can't get enough of it... Enough of him. When it seems like my life will never be happy again... Seeing him makes it better... Like I can't hurt anymore. Why does he fucking do this to me?

Sorry for the short chapter.... I'm baaaaaack though. (: Please comment and vote for this story. The more readers and fans I get, the more I will update. (; tahtah