Attacked (sterek story) [COMPLETED]

Chapter 3

Stiles P.O.V

Derek and me fell asleep at Derek's old house. Derek slept on his bed and I sleep on floor in his room. This is so not comfortable. Chris and Allison put wolfsbane around his house so they couldn't get in.

I can't sleep. I get up and go downstairs.

My dad and Melissa have wolfspane around there house, Boyd, Isaac and Scott are sleeping in the other rooms and Erika, Allison and Lydia are at Chris's house. I heard someone coming down the stairs.

Derek.

I looked out the window. "Stiles?"

I turned around. "Yah?"

"Why aren't you asleep?" He asked.

"Why aren't you?" I asked back.

"Couldn't sleep."

"Couldn't sleep either."

Derek stands beside me. "You okay?"

"Yah, I'm fine." Not really actually. After the which died, I feel like someone's always
watching me, like she is. "Are you?"

"I'm fine Stiles, let me ask you again... Are you okay stiles?"

"Let me tell you again... I'm fine Derek."

"You know I can tell your lying."

"Why does it matter to you all of a sudden if I'm okay?" I said, but it came out more as a shout.

"I'm not aloud to see if my packs okay?"

"I didn't say that."

"Okay"

"Okay"

We stare that each other again. Not talking. Not moving. I want to kiss him badly, but I can't. I just can't. It's Derek, Derek hates me. He's supposed to. He's always hated me. Somehow everything's different.

Derek's 29 years old.

I'm straight.

I think.