"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 screamed, tears rolling down my cheeks. My body slid down the wall, looking at the floor helplessly.
"You're not helpless, Stiles," Derek chuckled, squatting down to my level with 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 wiped my tears, looking up into Derek's brown eyes.
"If you weren't here, I wouldn't be able to control myself," Derek stated, raising his eyebrows at me as a small smile made its way to his face. "So, you're not helpless. At least, not to me," Derek quickly grabbed a hold of my face and plunged his lips to mine.
He said I wasn't helpless, but I felt helpless because I couldn't seem to will myself to pull away from him.