Inside Your Heart: A Sterek AU Fanfiction

Chapter Three

Hangovers were bad, but this one was by far the worse. Stiles couldn't remember much from the night before, small snippets here and there, a shot of vodka, a hit from a bong, but nothing else. He did, however, remember Derek. Derek had went to school four months ago, he hadn't visited since. The only thing he had heard were the occasional stories from his bitchy sister or a mention of him from Scott or Issac. He had missed Derek. I mean they weren't the best of friends, but Stiles liked Derek. Stiles liked Derek more than Derek liked Stiles. It hurt his heart, but he could push it down. Caitlin had helped.

The conversation from the night before was blurry now, but Stiles tried to remember every detail, drawing a mental picture to keep forever. They were talking about Jennifer and then about Caitlin before Stiles ran away like Cinderella. He wished that he hadn't done that, he wanted to stay, he regretted leaving the second he took the first step out of the door, but Caitlin. How could he talk about the horrible thing she did without offending Derek? He didn't want her ruining his friendship. He didn't need one failed relationship to ruin a good one. A friendship that is. Only a friendship.

The bell rang, it was louder and more annoying this time than ever before, ruining a perfectly good daydream. Stiles grabbed his books and scrambled out the room. As Stiles finally got his stuff in his backpack he looked up. Scott was walking down the hallway, everyone saying hi as usual, but something was off. Scott wasn't saying anything back, he looked almost furious. Stiles approached Scott, going to ask him what was wrong, but before he could get a word in Scott punched him. The pure force almost knocked Stiles off his feet and he stumbled backwards.

"What the fuck?!" He exclaimed.

"I heard it was you." Scott said accusingly.

"Did you really think it'd be hilarious to fuck up my bike?! You don't see me messing with your pathetic excuse for a car. And I would understand if I had done something like fuck Jennifer or your dead mom, but I didn't do a fucking thing. I've been nothing but nice to you since that dyke fucked you up, I even asked Aidan and Ethan and Lydia and Allyson and Issac and fucking everyone to lay off you because you're too weak to do it yourself. I have been there for you through all the pouting and the pms shit and this is how you repay me. By keying my fucking bike because you're a jealous little bitch. You're pathetic, Stiles. 'Ouch she broke my heart.' Well too fucking bad. Grow a pair, no wonder she left you and went after Emily because even that lesbian has more balls than you. Well it's okay because your eyes will be swollen so much soon that you won't be able to get the tears out of your pathetic eyes." He screamed getting angrier and angrier with each word, fist about to punch Stiles.

Stiles cowered in fear.

"Scott," Stiles said quietly, hoping that he could calm down his friend.

"I didn't do it." Stiles scrambled for something else to say but he came up empty.

"I... Scott... Trust me, please. I didn't do it. I couldn't have had time, I left early from the party. I rushed out." He said slowly gathering his books off the floor and standing up.

"I don't believe you. Aidan said he saw you. He said he was going back to Lydia's house and he saw you in the front yard with your car keys and my bike. Why would Aidan lie about something like this?! Huh? He fucking wouldn't." Scott yelled, fist still in the air.

"I didn't do it, Scott. I ran out the party and went right home. Ask Derek. He was there. I left in a hurry. I... I wasn't feeling good. I just wanted to get home. Please, Scott. I've known you since 2nd grade. Please, I didn't do it." Stiles said.

"Whatever." Scott said as he lowered his fist.

"Just don't bother me anymore, okay?" He continued before turning and walking to his next class.