How You See Me...

Derek the Drunk

Author note: Poems written in story are my actual poems, so be nice. (=

I woke up the next day with a massive hang over. It's bad when you are super human and you still drink yourself stupid.

I know I should be getting up to face the day, but all I want to do is wallow in my bed. I see the light peeking through my curtains. I look at my clock and notice its almost noon.

Shit, I must have really over done it last night. I hardly ever sleep past 8am these days. My head is pounding. At least I stayed away from the dark thoughts last night. Trying to recall what I was even thinking about last night.

Oh, right STILES....

I groan as I lay my head back on the pillow.

Stiles POV

I keep refreshing my phone at work, hoping an email would appear. Sadly, nothing but trash is sitting in my inbox. Frustrated I go back to reading my comic, silently hoping that sex on two legs would walk in. I know I shouldn't be so rude but I mean come on the dude was super-hot. 

 It's almost noon and no Derek. Well, today is going to boring and disappointing. I should have given him my number. What grandma gives their email. 

He smacks himself in the forehead with his hand. He doesn't see Peter walk up.

"What in the hell are you doing?" Peter asks laughing.

"Oh..uh nothing." Stiles answers.

Peter smirks at him "Have you seen my nephew Derek today?"

"Nah...do you think he is alright?" Stiles asks curious.

Peter laughs "He's probably a mess as much as he drank last night, but I wouldn't worry too much Derek has a habit of not staying down for long."

"Pffft...who's worried...Not me...nope." Stiles says unsurely.

Peter laughs and heads toward the manager's office.

Derek POV

Text between Derek and Peter. 

P: Derek, don't you want to see your crush today? (=

D: What the hell are you talking about?

P: He really is cute. You better snag him quick.

D: I don't know what your angle is old man but I'm pretty sure I don't want to play your game.

I sigh as I send that last text to Peter. 

I know exactly who he is talking about. I do not think visiting the store today would be in my best interest considering I was feeling like I got hit by a bus.

I pop some aspirin and head to the living room. Isaac is the only pack member left over from last night. He's eyeing me cautiously, wondering what to make of me.

"Issy, I am good. Promise." Derek says.

"At this point I am not sure you know what the definition of good is." Isaac starts.

I know the lecture is coming.

"Derek, as an alpha you need to be more responsible and a better example. These wolves look up to you for guidance and strength. Why have you been so unfocused lately? Please talk to me." Isaac insists.

How do I explain that I am broken? That I am lost. That I feel so alone. That I am stuck in the past and do not know how to move forward. He's looking at me expectantly.

"Issy, I just do not know what I am doing ok. Maybe I'm just out of practice. Are we training and meeting tonight?" I ask.

Isaac nods.

"Ok so I'll be better. I'll try harder." I say looking him in the eye.

"Ok, Derek but you know we are here for you." He says as he begins to pack up the papers, he was working on.

 Isaac likes to tutor on the side for some extra cash so I am sure that's what he was working on.

"I have a 1 o'clock meeting with one of my kids, but I will see you later. Please take care of yourself Derek." Isaac says smiling at me.

And with that he walks out the door.

Because of Isaac, I am coasting and also, he's trying to be the glue for all my broken pieces.