you smell...good

7. Should I be mad?

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~here is ch7 my lovely's. enjoy~

(trigger warning: this chapter contains a small amount of Sexual harassment. but although small, it can still be triggering to certain people so read at your own discretion.)

~thank you~

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-No One's POV -

It had been almost two weeks since Scott had unwillingly changed into a werewolf on the full moon. it had been almost two weeks since Stiles had chased after him. almost two weeks since Derek...well you know what happened. Stiles had only physically met Derek around two weeks ago. and yet they had run into each other twice...and both times something happened that made stiles wanna scream into his pillow. why had those things happened? why had they happened to Stiles?

-Stiles' POV-

I hate Mondays. I'm currently sitting on the sidelines watching Scott play lacrosse while attempting to ignore the screaming coming from Lydia Martin and her new bestie (and Scott's new crush) Allison. where did my weekend go? oh, that's right, I spend it face down on my bed. the last two weeks have been nothing short of crazy. I've been worrying about what happened with Derek Hale for ages now...should I have told my dad? does it count as rape? no...sexual harrasment?...no. I didn't even try to push him away, so I guess he didn't really force me. gahhh I don't know!

I turned 18 a few months ago...and I think Derek is only a few years older (like 3 maybe).

should I be mad? that he touched me...I still have no idea why. is he gay? or Bi...probably Bi. maybe I should have told my dad...but how would I explain being in the woods at that time of night. besides, I'm pretty sure he would shoot Derek. I should have a least told Scott...actually nevermind, he would probably go try and fight Derek and end up getting killed. maybe it was a good idea to keep it to myself...

Derek sure is a weird guy...I bet he thinks I'm a freak now though. after he caught me staring at his di-

"hey, Stiles!" Scott's upbeat voice broke my train of thought. "you ok man? pretty sure you were burning a hole into the concrete with that stare." Scott laughed before lifting up his top to wipe away the sweat that was dripping from his face along with what I think is water. he must have poured his water bottle on his head because his hair was dripping water on my converse. "I'm fine. just got some things on my mind. uh...dad's been super busy lately with work and I'm falling behind on my...maths homework" not a complete lie...Dad had been busy. "not like you to get behind...that's my job!" Scott punched my shoulder and laughed, then put both hands on the sides of my arms and lifted me up. "hey. why don't you come over to my place and we can work on the math homework together? My mum misses you." I haven't been to Scott's house in a while. maybe it will get my mind off of...Derek. "sure sounds good." I gave him a fake smile. he gave me a grin, before walking off to change. I didn't even bother to change in the first place since I'm never called onto the field anyway... so I waited for Scott in the car park.

I waited on the steps in front of the school, I heard laughing and turned around "ugh", Scott was walking my way...but he wasn't alone, he was with Allison and Lydia... and Jackson. kill me now. "hey Stiles. Lydia asked if I wanted to go to this party at Jackson's place, his parents are out. they said you could join, but if you wanna just hang with me at my place then that's fine..." Scott gave me a look as if begging to go to the party..."fine... let's go to the party". Scotts face lit up with excitement, while mine darkened with depression. I hate parties. and I bet Scotts gonna be fixed on Allison while I 5th wheel.

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I was right...except instead of 5th wheeling its more like 50th wheeling. literally, everyone was coupled up. I don't wanna recall the number of times I walked in on people going at it. I thought this was going to be a normal party, not a couples sex party! kill me, please I wanna jump out a window, but I'm 99% sure that would set off some alarm. Since all rooms were... occupied...including bathrooms and even the laundry! I spent half the time on the couch surrounded by passed out drunks. Half of these people didn't even go to our school!

I wanted to go home so bad. I couldn't find Scott. id had alcohol. turns out the 'totally alcohol-free soft drink' that college dude gave me had Vodka in it. I get the feeling I'm a lightweight, I only had a few sips. it said 3 and a half standard drinks though...I feel kinda...dizzy, god my dads gonna kill me. why couldn't I live in Australia or something. pretty sure the legal age for drinking is 18  there.

Jackson's place was huge. were could Scott be...

I walked down a hallway and passed a short hallway that leads to what I think is the side of the house. Suddenly, a hand grabbed my hoodie by the collar and dragged me back into that small hallway. An older guy (I'm guessing by their build.) who seemed to be crazy drunk shoved me to the ground "aghh" I cried. my skinny hip bones collided with the hard tiled flooring as well as my shoulder blades. I whipped my head up to prevent it from hitting the ground. I felt so...weak, somehow the alcohol made me defenceless, but made this guy strong as hell. he pushed my shoulders into the ground. pinning me to the floor, crushing my shoulder blades with all his weight. "Ow" my voice squeaked out. it was dark. I couldn't see his face. I was frozen by fear. he grabbed my waist with one hand and sucked on my neck. I wanted to puke. He reached his cold hands up my shirt and touched my chest "ur pretty flat for a girl, but that's ok" I could see his smirk in the dark and I felt my eyes water. I wanted to scream but nothing came out. the stranger reached down into my jeans. I tensed up. the guy froze " what's this-" I took my chance to escape, I kicked my knee up and hit him between the legs as hard as I could. he moaned in pain and curled into a ball. I then gathered all my strength and ran. I ran out of the house, and straight past my Jeep. I ran home, tears in my eyes. I didn't even know if I was going the right way. I soon got tired and ended up tripping on my shoelaces. id lost my strength and passed out on the street under a lamp post...

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I woke up in my bed..." how did I?" the clock said 4 am. I was in my room, right?... I found my shoes placed on the floor and my hoodie hanging over my desk chair. I felt a small brush of cold air come from my window that had been left open just a crack. the lock...had been broken. how did I get here? didn't i....pass out while running home...

maybe it was a dream.

I should go shower...

I pulled off my shirt and let out a gasp. My back hurt. I reached back and pushed on the tender spot " tsss" I hissed, I faced my back to the bathroom mirror and tried to look. I found bruises on my upper back and one on my shoulder. I turned around and found little bruises on my neck. "...it...really did happen." I choked on air and held my stomach. I felt sick!

I sobbed in the shower for just over an hour. it was time to get ready for school by the time I got back into bed...Dad wasn't home...must have an overnight shift. I'm gonna stay home. I couldn't sleep for 2hours. I was so confused...how did I get home. ugh forget that, how did I get jumped again...am I cursed.  I felt disgusted. then I thought...why...Derek Hale had done the same thing. even more than what that drunk asshole did. Yet I didn't wanna run from him...my brain hurt from thinking...so I just passed out again. I'd forgot my Phone in my Jeep so I wasn't receiving the many texts, miss-calls and voicemails from Scott.

I just want to sleep this nightmare away...

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that's it for now... poor Stiles :'(

I hope you enjoyed this chapter and are having a good holiday. sorry, this chapter was such a downer. Stiles needs some serious cuddles. he'll be ok, I promise

(as always let me know if I've made any mistakes so I can fix them)

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