After Scott, who was supposed to be Stiles' best friend starts drifting away after the whole thing with the nogitsune, and then Noah starts ignoring Stiles, then Derek not taking their relationship seriously, he decides to leave Beacon Hills, sendin...
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❝ I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again❞ - Sylvia Plath
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Stiles was leaning on the wall of the college he goes to. It feels like forever since he was in class, it's been a week since everything happened. Kira had went back to Beacon Hills to pack and tell Malia everything in person. Him, Arlo, Otto had been good, they've been taking things slow, a little too slow for the three of them.
For some reason, Stiles wants to see them again, and most definitely kiss them. He doesn't want it to seem like he's the one moving too fast, but the way their lips feel on his, he wants to feel that again.
As Stiles' phone rings in his pocket, he pushes off the wall and pulls it out. "Hello?" He answers, not recognizing the number.
"Stiles, it's Derek."
Stiles' body tenses as his face washes away the emotions. "How did you get my number, Derek." He says the werewolf's name with so much hate.
"I-I um, asked your dad for it, so he gave it to me." Derek says softly.
Right, he forgot about Noah having his phone number. "Right, well delete it again and leave me alone." He goes to hang up.
"Stiles! Wait, please!" Derek pleas.
Stiles looks around before he lets out a sigh, putting the phone back to his ear. "What is it Derek, I don't have time for your shit."
"I just wanted to apologize, I'm truly sorry, you're my mate, not Scott-"
Stiles barks out a laugh. "Really funny Derek, I don't know what shit you went through when I left, but cut the bullshit. I know I'm not your mate, I never was."
"W-what?" Derek voice cracks. "But you are, we're meant to be."
Before Stiles can answer, he suddenly feel arms slowly snake around his waist, before a warm body is pressed to the back of him. "Hey cutie." Otto whispers into his ear, kissing at the spot under it.
"Stiles? Who is that?" Derek asks.
Stiles sighs, he rolls his eyes. "It's none of your business Derek, now are we done here?"
"No, I didn't get to fully apologize." Derek says.
"Derek, listen." Stiles starts, he sees Arlo step in front of him with furrow brows.
