"I'm sick of feeling helpless, Derek! I do nothing to help this pack, I just stand there and be... human! I mess up everything and i'm sick of it! I don't even know why i'm talking to you about this, you hate me." I scream, tears falling down my cheeks. My body slides down the wall, looking at the floor helplessly.
"You're not helpless, Stiles." Derek chuckles, getting down to my level, a look of humor on his face.
"It's not funny. I almost got Scott killed because he was focused on protect me, the stupid human!" I wipe my tears, looking up at Derek's brown eyes.
"If you weren't here, I wouldn't be able to control myself." Derek states, raising his eyebrows at me, a small smile making its way to his face. "So you're not helpless. At least not to me." Derek quickly grabs my face and plunges his lips to mine. He said I wasn't helpless, but I feel helpless because I can't seem to pull away from him.