stiles shattered

Chapter 9

Derek's POV

"Has that ever happened before?" I ask, cutting right to the chase. He doesn't answer, so I sit down fully right down next to him. "Stiles."

"Gods, why do you care so much?" he says, and I'm taken aback from the remark.

"What are you talking about?"

"You never seemed to care before, so why start now?"

"Stiles," I start, but am cut off by him getting up and walking away and up the stairs. I debate whether or not to follow him up, but end up deciding against it. He obviously doesn't want to talk so I might as well respect that.

I was going to just leave, but realize Scott's car is still parked outside and I don't really feel like explaining everything to him. I walk back into the kitchen and start cooking, hoping that Stiles will be hungry this time.

Stiles's POV

I rushed upstairs, not wanting to face anyone, especially not Derek. He never knew me before, and even the months we have known each other, he's never cared before. I realize I was a little harsh with him, but he doesn't need to be around me like I'm a child. I know how to take care of myself.

I am grateful that he didn't talk to Scott though; that would not have gone well. He would have asked a million never-ending questions that I had no idea how to answer and he wouldn't have left my side long enough for me to go to the bathroom.

I plop down on my bed and just stare at the ceiling. I hear a car start outside and look out to see, shit, Scott. I immediately turn away from the window, praying that he didn't see me. I figure Derek must have talked to him, if he had stayed that long.

I then realize that Derek's car is still in my driveway, meaning he's still here. As if on cue, I hear food coming from downstairs. Really, Derek, again? I had hoped that me not eating before was enough for him to realize he shouldn't push me.

I know that I'm underweight, but with the number of times I throw up after panic attacks, it just became easier to stop eating all together. I mentally sigh and turn over in my bed.

Hey, if I'm sleeping, he can't make me talk...or eat. And with that, I close my eyes and try to sleep, hoping that I can finally sleep for a little without being awoken by nightmares.

After around ten minutes, I feel myself slipping into the depths of sleep. 

A/N-I know it's been a while and this is a really short episode but my school is nearing it's end and I've been trying to finish all my work. Also I just haven't really had much motivation but if you guys have any ideas it would be greatly appreciated!