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Prologue: You lied…

Derek was acting different. Far different than he had been acting before. Even though I was technically his mate, he never gave me the bite, which made things tense between us. I mean, why wouldn't he give it to me? Why would he just shut me away whenever I asked? Even though we never fought, that was always the one and only thing that we argued about.

Well, and there was also the fact that I had been accepted on a fully paid for scholarship to a Literature major in Florence. Derek told me I should go, but… I wasn't up to leaving him and he wanted me to have the best schooling possible. I couldn't complain though; the school in question? It was ranked in the top three schools in the world. And it totally blew my thoughts of going to Syracuse so I could keep a semi-relationship with Derek. It was still far away, but closer than some six thousand plus miles away.

It was understandable though, him wanting me to go; Derek went to a cheap, horribly run law school nearby, and didn't want the same for me. He wanted the best, even if he had to pay for my tuition. Oh wait, that was another thing we fought about; whether I would let him pay or not for my schooling.

But I could tell Derek was different; he'd been seeing a lot of his co-worker outside of his part time job, and it was making me question what he was really doing with her. I think her name was Kate, but I couldn't be totally sure. I haven't seen much of her, though, because she's not too into kids; even though I turn eighteen in a month.

I'd ask where he was, out of curiosity, and he'd say nothing. Ignore me even, sometimes not even answer when I text him. And I even called him sometimes, which was odd, seeing as I'm as anti-social as a shaded rock. So, I put it out of my head, and ignored it. Derek wasn't lying to me or anything… right?

Sadly, though, Derek couldn't keep lying forever.

It was our two year anniversary one night; I had planned a nice dinner, had my bags packed, and was going to let him know that I was going to Florence for school. Ask him about the long distance thing; see if he wanted to make it work. I hoped he said yes.

I told him to be at my place by seven-thirty, and he said alright. It was seven-thirty; no Derek. Eight-thirty; no Derek. Finally, at five to ten, he pokes his head in the door. He furrows his eyebrows at the smell of cold chicken, coming to investigate. His face says it all, as I stand up.

"Oh, shit, Stiles. I'm so sorry, I forgot; I was just-"

"Yeah yeah, I know; busy with fucking Kate." I hadn't meant what it sounded like, but it was pretty true. "I can smell her perfume on you, Derek; the one you bought when I was with you last Christmas. You lied to me, Derek; Lied. You said it was for your sister, for Christ sakes." My anger started to rise then, obviously showing in the tone of voice and my body language, as I wrung my hands again and again.

"Has it been going on for that long? Or are you just going bull shit me some more, because I've just about had it. I've had it up to here, Derek." I put my hand above my head in comparison, folding my arms to stop the hand wringing.

He cleared his throat, unable to look at me. "It… It's been recent." He looked at me, before looking down, backpedaling. "I've only been sleeping with her recently."

I raised an eyebrow, still furious. "And how long have you two been in company with each other? While you were still with me?" He gave me all I needed to know with his eyes.

"Is that why you never gave me the bite then?" He stilled. "So I wouldn't be able to smell her on you each night after you came home?" He gives a curt nod, before wincing at that action; even though it was true, he shouldn't have admitted it. He was smarter than that, but it was an idiotic move on his part.

"Fucker." I spat out, glaring at him. I moved past him, intentionally shoving into his shoulder to make sudden changes to my future. Derek bounds up behind me, but I slam the door shut and lock it, only getting pounding and pleas to open the door, instead of his lies.

I emerged ten minutes later, staring at him, fury still burning in my eyes. He questions me again with his eyes, before I roll my own.

"I'm taking up the schools offer in Florence. And I'm leaving. Tonight." I kept talking as I took the steps two at a time; the flight left in two hours, and I was just grateful enough to have been able to switch my departure to tonight.

"What?" he finally asks, grabbing my arm, making me slap him across the face. "Stiles, just breath, you're getting irratio-"

I pushed him against the wall, getting in his face. "If you use the word 'irrational' one more fucking time on me, it's your head I'm mounting on the wall." I throw an arm out, gesturing at the wall of hunted animal heads. It was something Derek said I needed to do; hunt an animal and mount it's head on the wall. I was too shy, and I couldn't harm something so innocent. Derek, on the other hand, wasn't innocent at all, so I might reconsider if it was his head I was hunting.

I did breathe though, calming myself a bit. "Derek, what you did I'll never forgive you for. You're a liar and a cheat, and I hope she's good enough for you, because I'm not hanging around anymore. Not whenever Scott ditches me for Allison; not when you blow me off to do 'work;' and especially not when Lydia needs a person to talk to about Jackson." I grabbed my toiletry bag on the counter, blowing out the now melted candles. I gave him one last look, before heading to the door. I smile, looking at him. "And don't call me. Don't tell anybody to call me anymore, because they won't get an answer." Derek didn't move, he just took the blows I gave to him.

"You're just going to leave," he finally said, gaining his courage. "Leave your dad, leave your friends, leave me; just like that?" I nodded. "What about graduation?"

I laughed. "I was ready to graduate at the end of junior year; I'll have my diploma mailed to me."

"Your friends will ask. They'll call you, text you, wonder where you are."

"Let them." I say flatly. I wasn't up to this right now; I had to leave soon.

"And your father? Are you going to abandon him as well?"

"Derek, if you think playing the guilt card is going to work with me, then you should have tried fighting for me a little harder. Everyone will deal with it, and move on. They'll see that I'm where I want to be, and just learn to be happy."

I walked out of the house then, not wanting to hear any more of Derek's "excuses." He chose now to say he wanted me? Well now I'm telling him to go fuck himself. And I didn't feel bad about it one bit.

I slammed the door to my jeep, jumping when I hear him slam into it, trying to open the door. "Stiles, please; don't go tonight. Just, stay until morning, and then you can go. Say goodbye first." His body language was all off.

I stared at him with disgust. "You just want me to stay so you can fuck me one more time and convince me to stay. Isn't it?" He didn't respond. "Piece of shit." I say through the window, before gunning it backwards and speeding out of the driveway. I didn't look back. I would never look back again.