Kicked Out

Maybe Its Because...

Ok here's the second chapter! Gotta say I love my speech lol! This was originally part of the first chapter but I liked making it its own separate scene you know?? Well here you go! Two chapter in one day! Again please leave in comments, criticism, or ideas you have!! I love reading them! P.S. - Should have the next chapter up within a week!
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Chapter 2

Stiles swung open the large metal doors and all eyes fell on him. With A small nod, he begins making his way through the loft to a chair in the corner of the room. Halfway there and everyone's eyes still on him. He mutters "Do I have something on my face?" Almost too quiet for the wolves enhanced hearing. However, the response he got in return, was something he dreaded hearing, but had figured as much.

"Your out of the pack." Derek stated forcefully. "Why?" Was all Stiles could muster in return. He knew he should be more emotional. He knew he should be raging hotter than the pits of hell. However, he had figured as much from the packs lack of communication. But he was also tired. Tired of being used. Tired of being excluded. Just plain tired from nights on end researching the new big bad of the week. So yes an emotionless "why?" was all he could answer with.

"Why? Well mainly because you're human. You get hurt way too easily we can't always be there to save you." Lydia stated matter-of-factly. Scott followed with "We want to keep you safe Stiles! You're my best-friend, and I don't know what I do if you got hurt!" A smile on his face as if it would fix all the problems in the world.

So they want to "protect" me. He didn't need protecting. His magic can keep him safer than any werewolf pack could.

"Sure, whatever. If that's what you want to do, then fine." Was his monotoned response. "Really? That's it?" Erica asked. "We thought you would freaking out or upset or something." Alison followed with. And while yes, Stiles was freaking out, majorly, he was again just too tired to show it. Just too tired of all their bullshit. And then, he was angry. Memories of all he's done for the pack surfacing and the tiredness soon began fading away into the raging pit of hell that was boiling to the surface for the second time today. And then, he finally lost it.

He looked at each member of the pack, excuse me former pack. He looked at Isaac who was sitting on a chair in the opposite corner of the room. His head partially stuck in a book and he remembers the former scared and broken teenager now a confident werewolf in a strong pack. He looked at Erica and Boyd cuddled up together on the love seat and he remembers the two former social outcasts; one with a disabling medical condition and another a mute; now a fierce couple.  He looked at Jackson and Lydia sitting on the brown leather couch in the middle of the room glancing at each other with loving eyes and he remembers the asshole of a teammate and the former love of his life now seemingly soulmates. He looked at his best friend whose eyes haven't left the love of his life; a hunter whose last name is known worldwide, Allison Argent; for what seems like an eternity, leaning against a brick wall with Allison in his arms and remembers the nerdy, asthmatic, and loving friend who's now been overcome with need to follow Allison like a lost puppy. And with one final turn off his head, Stiles looks at the one person; who he looked up to the most; standing confidently near the kitchen, picking dirt out of his nails and he remembers the young man he first met, who was overcome with anger and grief but was willing to help a newly turned wolf that wasn't even his responsibility. The man that he cares for the most. The man that he is in love with, now staring blankly back at him, waiting for a response.

That's when Stiles said it. He said it all. "Why would I be upset? Is it because I've devoted months to this pack? Is it because I made this pack!? Is it because I help you Isaac, get over your father's abuse! Or you Erica form a relationship with Boyd! Or how about you Lydia who I've helped show the world that beauty and brains is a real combination! Or you Scott, You who I've known my entire life! You who I have divulged my secrets too! You who I have spent endless nights playing video games with! You who has forgotten about your best friend, in order to spend days and nights following Allison around like a lost puppy! Or maybe it all comes back to Derek! Maybe he's the reason I'd be upset! Maybe it's because he's the reason I'm in this mess! Maybe it's because him and his family are the reason five teenagers are now werewolves! Maybe it's because he's the reason I have to lie to my dad! Or maybe it's because he's the man I have fallen for and he's the man who has betrayed me! Maybe that's why I would be upset! So screw y'all. Don't come crying to me when some big bag comes around the corner and you can't figure out how defeat it!" And with that said, Stiles leaves. The cold metal burning his hands, as he slams the door on his way out.