Perfectly imperfect

The truth

* Derek

I got some one to watch Stiles for the night, and I was getting ready to meet some girl named Jennifer.

She messaged me on tinder and she looked pretty enough for a one night stand, nothing more. There was a knock on the door so I went to answer it, finding the woman listed in his contacts.

"Hi, you must be the back up care taker?"

"Yes, I'm Malia."

"Derek. I'm going to go talk to Stiles and tell him you'll be staying with him for a while."

"Ok"

I turn to his room and walk in to find Stiles sitting on his bed looking out the window with a frown on his face.

"Are you ok?"

He looked up at me like he didn't hear me until he shook his head, "Yeah I'm fine."

"Well, I'm going out with Isaac for awhile, so Malia is going to stay here with you."

"Oh ok, be safe."

I smile at him because he told me to be safe, but then a wave of guilt hit me.

"Bye, Stiles."

"Bye Der," He said smiling softly.

I leave to meet her at a bar down town. I walk in seeing her at the bar, drinking martini.

"You must be Jennifer," I say flashing my best smile.

* Stiles

I sat in my room bored and missing Derek, apparently I was already attached to him. Which was frustrating enough.

I pick up the phone calling Scott, maybe he can come over.

"Hey Sti, whatcha doing?"

"Nothing, I'm super bored and thought maybe you could come over for a while"

"I would but I'm kinda with Isaac right now," Scott answers apologetically.

"Its ok, is Derek there yet?"

"Wait what, its just me and Isaac we are about to go into a movie. Where's Derek?"

"Oh never mind, I've got to go love you Scotty," I say quickly.

"Love you to but-"

I hang up, and flop back on my bed.

Of course he lied to me, and it makes me mad that it hurts. He's probably with some girl.

But maybe I'm wrong, I'm not going to jump to conclusions.

- 3:15 am

I lay in bed tossing and turning, god he's still not back. Maybe... yeah I have no other excuses to try to make myself feel better.

I lay there lost in thought when I hear a Key in the door, and voices before it shuts again. I jump up and walk to the door, my eyes finding Derek.

His hair was all messy, and his clothes wrinkled, and one of his buttons was misplaced making his shirt all crooked.

I looked up in his face seeing an expression I couldn't decipher. I'm not an idiot, I know what happened and I feel disappointment seep through me.

I force a small smile, but ultimately failed and grimaced slightly.

"Good night Derek, I'm glad your home," I whisper and turn back to my room crawling in bed.

* Derek

I didn't expect Stiles to still be up, I was hoping he wasn't. I just wanted to slip into the shower and forget about that whole night. But the look on his face made my chest ache, and I just wanted to hold him.

I jump in the shower scrubbing vigorously like it would completely get rid of her. I didn't enjoy sleeping with her, the only thing I could think about was Stiles. I thought if I went through with it I'd feel better, and the feelings would go away.

They clearly hadn't, and they had definitely  gotten stronger.

I get out of the shower before throwing on some boxers and sweat pants. Laying there for another hour before getting up and walking to Stiles room.

I stood there for a moment looking at the moon light that cascaded on his face, making his have a glowing hue.

I slip into the bed and pull him against me, taking in his wondrous scent making me relax. It just felt right to be this close to Stiles and to hold him, I could do it every night.

Stiles turns around in my arms, looking up at me with his bewitching pools of whiskey.

"I'm sorry,"

"Derek you don't have to be sorry, its none of my business. I shouldn't be upset its not like your mine," he's whispers looking away from me.

I lay my forehead on his, "Stiles, look at me."

I wait until his watering eyes meet mine, "I'm sorry."

I inch forward our noses touching and our lips barely apart. I let him decide if he wants to come closer or stop the kiss, but his lips meet mine softly. Moving together in sync like we've done it our whole lives, like second nature or riding a bike.

Stiles pulls back touching my face with the tips of his fingers, and I lean into the touch. He wraps his arms around my neck, laying on my chest.

Over the entire month we sleep together and it was so right. I only have three months as his caretaker left and I'm honestly trying not to think about it ending. I still haven't gotten him to talk to me about why he tried to commit suicide.

We just got into bed both of us in peaceful silent with Stiles running his hands through my hair.

"Stiles?"

"Yeah?"

"Why... why did you try to commit suicide?"

Stiles tenses under me and I feel bad for asking but I need to know, I want to know so I can help him.

He sat up and turned to me with tears running down his cheeks.

"Hey don't cry, everything's ok," I whisper wiping his tears away with my thumb.

He just sniffles, "I was raped... he drugged me an-and I woke up in pain and I was naked and I felt dirty. I felt so used, no one want someone used and broken, he told me that over and over again. Th-at it was my fault, that I-I was a whore."

A sob escaped his pink lips, "He said no one would believe me, and he was right. I told my parents and they said that what I was wearing meant I was asking for it, that if only I didn't drink it would not of happened."

I was angry, no pissed. How could anyone do this to Stiles? To anyone? And then make them feel like it was their fault? It made me feel sick.

I wrap my arms around him, "Stiles we need to report this to the police."

"I-I can't Derek,"

"Yes you can and I'll be with you the whole time. Stiles its your decision and I will stand by whatever decision you make, but doing this might save other people from being raped."

Stiles sat there sniffling, "Ok, we can go tomorrow, and Derek thank you, for believing me, and listening to me."

"Always."

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So I'm back lmao hope you liked this chapter, first sterek kiss in this book yayyyy!