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Derek stormed into their room and began yanking out all of Stiles's clothes and threw them into the hallway. He could hear Stiles coming up the stairs and he began yelling when he saw the mess.
"What the fuck Derek?"
"We're through. I can't stand you," I can't stand that you're cheating on me, Go!" Please don't leave me, the werewolf roared out, lies rolling off his tongue, "I don't love you anymore." I love you too much, "I'm tired of all your fucking shit," Why am I not enough for you? "It's over!" Please fight for me.
Stiles had tears in his eyes but he fought them back, "I have nowhere to fucking go Derek! This is our apartment! I can't just get a dorm in the middle of the semester."
Derek's eyes flashed red as he growled out, "Then stay in the guest room. I want nothing to do with you!"
Derek slammed the door shut and Stiles carefully picked up his throne about clothes and carried them to the guest room down the hall. He couldn't hear Derek's broken angry sobs over his own pounding heart.
He shut the door with a soft click of the lock and wiped at the tears falling from his eyes as he meticulously put his clothes away in the guest room.
Once he was finished, Stiles collapsed onto the dusty bed and sobbed into the pillows. Derek and him didn't always see eye to eye, but they always worked through their issues. Stiles loved Derek and Derek loved Stiles - at least that's what he thought ten minutes ago. Now, he was knocked down and on his ass after the rug was pulled out from under him by Derek.
He didn't even know what he did wrong. Derek had come home in a bad mood and he was just sitting on the couch working on his thesis and they started fighting over a stupid fucking mug in the sink.
Stiles pulled his phone out and stared at his wallpaper of them kissing. Stiles prayed that this was just a giant misunderstanding and they would be okay tomorrow.
~
Two weeks had passed and things weren't even close to looking up. Stiles woke up and mindlessly headed downstairs to grab something to eat: Derek was already in the kitchen.
Stiles watched as Derek lit a match and dropped it into a glass bowl and walked back upstairs - refusing to even look at Stiles. The smaller man ran up to the bowl and immediately tried to put out the flames. He picked up one of the unharmed scraps and saw the picture of the day they told the pack they were together three years ago.
His heart shattered even more in his chest as he slipped on his shoes and hoodie and went for a walk. He ignored the strange looks he got as he went into the café near their town home.
He paid for his coffee with the crumpled up bills on his pocket and took a seat where the least amount of people were. Of course he ended up grabbing the table always sat at when they came in.
He mindlessly sipped on the coffee and Isaac came and sat down in front of him. "What's got you down? Where's Derek? You guys haven't come in for a while now."
Stiles felt tears watering behind his eyelids as he took a shaky breath, "Derek broke up with me."
His ears must have been burning because Derek walked in just then. He went to the counter and ordered his normal tea without looking his way. Isaac noticed Stiles staring and stood up, "You can always call if you need anything. I'm going to get back to work."
Stiles asked shyly, "Can I have a hug? No one's given me one since-"
Derek picked up on Stiles's words and watched as Isaac held his ex in his arms. He bit back a growl and smiled at the barista, "Is there anything else I can do for you?"
"A number and a date on Friday would be lovely," Derek smirked as she quickly fumbled to give him her number. He walked away with the same snide grin on his face and took a seat across from Stiles, completely ignoring him.
Stiles cleared his throat, "I'm sitting here. Go find another table."
"Nope. I've always sat here. If you don't like it you can leave," Derek raised an eyebrow and took a sip from his tea as he added the girl's - Emily - number to his phone. Stiles watched as he added the number on the receipt.
"Why did you burn our pictures?"
"Didn't want them any more. I told you that I wanted you gone."
Stiles felt broken at that comment. He stood up and walked out of the café without another word. Derek knew he had been cruel but he couldn't stand the fact that Stiles was sneaking around with Isaac. He would always smell Stiles covered by Isaac's scent and it killed him inside. Now it was his turn to see someone else.
When Stiles got home, he quickly searched for the remaining pictures of him and Derek. He cried as he Derek's words echoed in his head. He was able to save half of their pictures and took them to his room to hide them so Derek wouldn't take that from him too.
He knew that he needed a distraction so he went down to the kitchen and started baking. Derek came back after an hour or so and saw the mess, "I'm not your boyfriend anymore. Pick up after yourself."
"Got it," Stiles replied shortly as he went back to stirring the cake batter. He didn't know why Derek insisted on throwing the break up in his face every chance he got.
Derek glared at him and headed off to the living room to watch the game. Stiles knew that he would just have to deal with the heartbreak for a few more months then he could leave. He could get a dorm on campus and not have to see Derek Hale's perfect face everyday.
Stiles bit his lip to keep from crying as he thought about all of the times Derek would sneak up behind him and steal bites of the batter or dough of whatever he was making as Stiles tried to shoo the wolf out of the kitchen.
Derek listened to the sounds Stiles was making in the kitchen and fought the urge to go and be with Stiles. Derek kept mumbling to himself, "He's not my boyfriend. He cheated on me. He's not my boyfriend."
It hurt so fucking much and Derek could barely stand it. Maybe Emily would be a good distraction. Too bad I can't just fuck Stiles. It would get out frustration without me having to let go. Wait... That's an idea.
Derek stood up and walked back into the kitchen and watched Stiles pull out several trays filled by his mint chocolate cookies - Derek's kryptonite. Then he turned around and added the three cake pans and Derek snatched up the bowl and started to lick the batter off of his finger. Before he could get another scoop out, the green bowl was taken from his hand and thrown under the running faucet. Derek was taken aback for a moment while Stiles washed out any batter covered object and Derek reached for one of the small cookies.
"Those aren't for you. Get out of the kitchen," Stiles spat out.
Derek masked the feeling of pain as he headed up to his room, locking the door behind him. He sat down on his bed and fished out the small wooden box filled with pictures hidden behind the headboard and opened it to the first picture of Stiles and him - only it wasn't there. None of the pictures of their relationship were there.
Derek roughly shoved the box back into it's hiding spot before changing into his best club clothes - painted on skinny jeans, leather boots, a skin tight deep v-neck T-shirt, all topped off with his signature leather jacket. He grabbed the keys to the Camaro and phone and left with a cruel, "Don't wait up for me" sent over his shoulder.
Once at the club he allowed himself to get lost in the music. Some guy - Eric Edward maybe James - pulled him out onto the dance floor and Derek just focused on the sensation of their bodies rocking and swaying to the deep bass of the music.
The guy he was with ground his ass against Derek's crotch as the wolf's own hands glided over the abs of the other guy. Jack - maybe Alex - pulled him in for a filthy kiss without breaking the rhythm. Derek forcefully pushed away any thoughts of Stiles from his mind. He definitely wasn't thinking about how the guy in front of him didn't smell right and how the lips on his were too thin and chapped and how he was too built and graceful and hadn't made a single pop reference and didn't call him Sourwolf.
Who was he kidding? This wasn't Stiles. It wasn't the guy he was stupidly in love with. Derek broke the kiss and mumbled out an apology before leaving the club completely.
He hopped into the Camaro and just drove as thoughts of Stiles flitted through his mind. It would be so much easier to get over him if he didn't have to see those whiskey eyes and that pale perfect skin scattered by moles every damn day.
Stupid fucking perfect little Isaac. Why did he have to go and steal Stiles from him? Why did Stiles have to cheat on him? Derek was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice he drove straight through a stop sign until there were sirens going off behind him. At least he stopped crying awhile back.
Derek sighed and pulled over and grabbed his license and registration. He rolled down the window when there was a knock on it. The deputy flashed the light in his eyes and Derek winced at the bright light, "License and registration please."
Derek handed them to her as he shielded his eyes from that blasted flashlight. "Alright Mr. Hale, have you been drinking tonight? You were swerving a lot and ignored the stop sign back there."
Oh for fuck's sake! "No ma'am."
"Will you perform a breathalyzer test for me?" Derek barely resisted hitting the steering wheel as he stepped out of the car. It was no surprise to him when it came out to a perfect zero.
"Can I go now?" Derek asked as he crossed his arms in front of his chest, "And will you stop putting that light in my eyes?! It fucking hurts them."
"Irritable, blood red eyes, sensitivity to light, swerving. Are you high sir? Your eyes are very red."
"No you fucking asshole!"
"Then why are your eyes so red?"
"I was crying okay?! My boyfriend was cheating on me and it fucking hurts like hell and I miss him. Got it? Any more invasive questions?"
"N-no sir. You may go."
Derek snarled at him, "I have connections and rest assured your boss will hear about this." Derek hopped into his car and drove off, not realizing he was heading to Beacon Hills until he passes the welcome sign. He drove down the main street before turning down the road to get to the loft.
Sirens sounded behind him and Derek cursed loudly and hit the dashboard this time, "Fuck! Again?"
The Sheriff walked up to the car and knocked on the window. Derek rolled it down, "What is it this time? Am I drunk again or high? Maybe I've just gone insane? Hmmm?"
"None of the above. Just want to talk to you son. You do look high though. I know you aren't because none of that stuff works on wolves."
"I'm sorry sir. It's just been a shitty month or so. Where do you want to talk?"
"We can stop by my house. Will you ride with me? You seem very distracted."
Derek nodded and turned the car off and locked it before getting into the passengers side of the cruiser.
The sheriff talked about work on the short drive to his home and Derek nodded every now and then. He followed John into the house and sat down in the living room. John sat down in the well worn armchair, "What's on your mind son? I haven't heard from either you or Stiles in a while."
"I miss Stiles. I broke up with him," Derek took a shaky breath.
"And why did you break up with him? You two were great together."
"I obviously wasn't enough for Stiles. He was cheating on me with Isaac. I could smell it on him," tears rolled down Derek's face, "I don't know why I wasn't enough for him. I knew that it wouldn't last. Nothing good ever does for me."
John nodded slowly, "Why are you down here?"
Derek shrugged, "I really don't know. I went to a club to try and find someone to get my mind off of Stiles but none of them were Stiles. So, I just left and drove. I got pulled over a few miles away from town and this stupid cop wouldn't leave me alone."
"What's the name?"
"O'Connor. Why?"
"That'd be my new hire. I'll talk to her. Does Stiles know that you aren't coming back home tonight? I know him and even if he was cheating on you - he will hear about that by the way - he'll still worry about you."
Derek shook his head as another tear fell down, "I doubt it he hates me. He took all of our pictures. I burned some in a fit of rage because I couldn't stop looking at them and thinking about him. They're all probably destroyed and he wants nothing to do with me. Hell he was even on a date with Isaac today at our table. It hurts."
The sheriff nodded, "Are you done?" Derek looked like a kicked puppy as he hung his head, "Good. Call Stiles or send him a text and tell him where you are. Then I want you to go upstairs and go to sleep. You can have the guest room or Stiles's room. Okay?"
Derek nodded and pulled out his phone. He tried to turn it on but it wouldn't, "My phone's dead. Will you let him know?"
John nodded and ushered the werewolf upstairs, "Get some sleep. I'll see you in the morning."
Derek nodded and headed to Stiles's room. He opened the drawers and found one of his old Henley's and a pair of sweats before crawling into the bed. He pulled a pillow into his arms and breathed in the scent of his mate that couldn't stand him.
John walked upstairs and saw Stiles's door open. Figures. He pushed the door open slightly more and watched Derek as he slept - a lot like a parent would. He snapped a picture of Derek and saved it, maybe it would help get his son's head out of his ass.
He closed the door and headed to his room and called his son.
After three rings, Stiles answered the phone, "Hey Dad. What's wrong? It's almost one in the morning."
"I was calling to let you know that Derek wouldn't be home tonight."
"Did he really fucking call you so you can rub it in my face? That fucking asshole!"
"Genim Alojzy Stilinski! I'm already pissed off. Don't make it worse for yourself. Now are you ready to listen?"
John could hear Stiles sigh from the other end of the line, "Yes dad."
"Good. Now Derek's in Beacon Hills and is staying the night. I thought I should call you and let you know so you wouldn't be up all night worrying about him. Okay?"
"Why would I worry about that bastard? He's just a pain in the ass. He can stay gone for all I care!"
"Stiles! Go to bed and I'll call you tomorrow when you aren't as cruel. What has gotten into you? Go to sleep. I love you," the sheriff sighed loudly.
"Okay. Love you too," Stiles hung up the phone with tears in his eyes.
~
Derek woke up the next morning to the smell of pancakes and turkey bacon being cooked. He smiled as he rubbed his nose into the covers surrounded by the smell of his mate.
There was a knock on the door before it opened, "Breakfast is almost ready Derek. There should be a few spare toothbrushes in the cabinet."
Derek felt his heart shatter when he remembered that Stiles wasn't there. He nodded as he slowly got up and shuffled to the bathroom with his head hung low. John felt a sympathetic pang as he watched the broken wolf. One question rang through his mind more than anything else. Why would his son hurt Derek this way?
He sighed and headed back downstairs to finish breakfast. He left the bowl covered in batter out so Derek could lick it clean. He knew that the inner child in the wolf loved it more than anything else. He remembered Derek saying something about how his grandma would always let him lick the bowl clean after making dough or batter of any kind.
Derek came downstairs and sat down at the table looking worse for wear. John wordlessly handed him the bowl and Derek took it with a weak smile and began to eat the remaining batter. Before he started dating Stiles three years ago, he refused to eat any type of batter because it just wasn't the same without his Grandma Hale. After Stiles found out about it, he made it his mission to make Derek eat batter and dough again.
John made two plates and filled Derek's with most of the food. He took two pancakes for himself and four slices of the turkey bacon but gave the rest to Derek. He set the plate in front of the wolf with a soft "Eat".
Derek had finished the remaining batter and picked up his fork and shoveled down the food. John finished his food first and excused himself from the table and headed to the living room. He pulled out the giant 5 inch thick black photo album and removed one of the pictures of Stiles and Derek sleeping together on the couch and brought it back to Derek.
He handed the image to the werewolf, "Here. You need this more than me."
Derek looked at the picture and instantly wrapped his arms around John as he cried, "Thank you."
John rubbed his back soothingly, "Go take a shower and clean yourself off."
The childlike werewolf nodded and headed upstairs obediently. He waited until he heard the water running and called Stiles as he walked out to the back porch, "Hello?"
"Good, you're up."
"Not really. What is it?" Stiles asked.
"You know I love you kid, but what the hell is wrong with you? Was Derek really not enough for you? That boy loves you to death and you threw that away. You've done some pretty stupid stuff before but this - what you did to Derek - it's by far the worst thing ever."
"Wait a minute! HE broke up with ME! He left me. He doesn't love me. I didn't do anything."
"Bullshit. Do you really think Derek would cry over just anything?"
Stiles's voice was so small when he answered, "Derek cried?"
"Stopped him and he looked high as a kite with how red his eyes were. Hell since he's been here all he's done is cry and look like a kicked puppy. How could you cheat on him?"
"W-what?"
"Don't give me that Genim. He told me how he could smell Isaac all over you. He knew you were cheating and couldn't stand it any longer."
"I-I never ever cheated on Derek. Isaac is just my friend, completely straight, and head over heels for his coworker. I've just been hanging out with him. I wouldn't cheat on Derek. How could he think that?"
"He's never been the most confident of people. Maybe you should come down here and talk it out. That boy loves you and you love him. Fix it."
"I don't know if I can. He didn't trust me enough to not cheat on him and didn't even try talking to me."
"Do you really want to throw away a chance to fix things with him?"
Stiles paused for a moment and in a soft yet serious voice he answered, "Dad, things are passed the point of being able to be fixed. Tell him that I want our bond broken. Sorry to disappoint you."
John looked at his phone in shock when Stiles suddenly hung up. This was going to destroy Derek.