And this is my new story, featuring Stiles and Derek Hale from teen wolf! I love them together, and I hope you like this story! Enjoy

Chapter 1 - Stupid Stilinski

"—and so that's why I was thinking that we really shouldn't be just ya know," Stiles flailed his arms in the air as he tried to keep up with Scott while jumping through gaps of people in the hallway, "just be hangin around like this. I mean, dude. Your girl, Allison whom you were literally obsessed with for ages by the way, and I understand if you're not anymore cause she went a liiiittle batshit cray a while back, and now I think she's totally hooking up with Isaac but Immpffht—!"

"Dude." Scott and his hand over Stiles mouth, looking annoyed but like always, dazed. "Stop talking." With that he retrieved his hand and went back to walking towards his locker.

Stiles rolled his eyes before rushing after him.

"Look. All I'm saying is—well," he licked his lips, a habit he knew he did when he was thinking…or getting nervous…so basically all the time. "It's been two months Scott. Two months since freaky lady Darach teacher stopped killing people cause I hope she's dead, three freakin' months since the dynamite twins are 'oh so casually' still going to our school and dating people who happen to be two people I like and are friends with, and THREE FRICKIN' months since Derek and Cora left." He threw his hands in the air desperately. "Nothing has happened."

Scott finished spinning the lock on his locker before turner to his best friend and raising his eyebrows.

"Isn't that a good thing? Common Stiles, no bad guys, no fighting, no death. It's nice!"

"I'm bored! We spent the majority of high school chasing and running and now there is nothing to do! I need to rescue people, Scott. It's in my nature as a person."

Scott chuckled, shaking his head and finally looking directly at the other teen.

"Be grateful. That tree hasn't brought any new predators to this town and that's the way I hope it stays. No one has to get hurt this way. Besides—" he raised his dark eyebrows, "I thought we weren't talking about Derek and Cora."

Stiles felt himself flush slightly, and manically shook his head while running his hands through his hair. He had added Cora into the conversation while him and Scott had briefly talked about the siblings but Stiles' thoughts were only on one of the Hales.

Derek knew that him (and Scott of course) called him a friend now. He knew they (him and Scott, that is—not just Stiles obviously) cared about him. He'd left without a word of where he was going or when he was coming back and it left Stiles agitated and frustrated…(and Scott was clearly worried too).

Derek Hale should value his friendships more.

Stiles opened and closed his mouth as he tried to find an answer suitable for the werewolf looking at him now, with a slight grin on his face.

"I'm just worried about Cora. I mean Derek isn't a really good guardian you know? Whenever I was with him he was always grabbing me and stuff—not like that! I—I mean in a violent way, of course. Duh. Dude common—pfft obviously not that way I mean whoooooo would ever want that. Derek grabbing someone like that—Annnnddd I'm gonna stop talking. Stiles shutting up."

"What?" Was the reply, and Stiles rolled his eyes, glad not for the first time that Scott was slightly slow and the art of conversation.

"Never mind my swift werewolf friend. Let's head home, I'll give you a ride." And he took off down the hall, hoping Scott wouldn't take too long at his locker.

Stiles was aware that he walked with a slump, and although he had been working out with Scott he was still a pretty lean guy. Not female in any way, or brunette…or blonde apparently. Or psychotic. Nothing special or extraordinary, even Allison could probably kick his ass. That was his main problem. Derek seemed to like people who stood out—

He stopped in the middle of a staircase, and the girl behind him rammed into him, spitting curses as she shoved passed him.

No, this was his main problem; not the fact he was bored, not that he wasn't female, not even that Lydia was going out with Ethan or Aiden or which ever one it was. It wasn't even the fact that Cora and Derek had gone. Were still gone.

It was this kind of anger he felt in his chest whenever he thought about Derek and Jennifer. Which lead him to think about Kate as well…and he'd tried to convince himself that he just felt bad for the alpha because he always seemed to date crazy chicks.

"Stupid Stilinski. Stupidstupidstupidstupid." He pounded his fist into his forehead and glared at his jeep's wheel.

He was just angry was all, that was it.

Derek left without saying anything really, which was very not helpful if they needed help and Stiles was a good friend so it was natural to worry about friends. And Stiles forced the conclusion that he was probably mad about the whole Jennifer thing because she was the Darach and Derek reaaally should've been more careful. Really.

"Three months…" His whisper was barely audible even to him, "that's a long time you sourwolf."