Gifts for Yune02
“Fuck you, Derek. It’s not like you believe me, anyway. Do you think you're the first? You think you’re the only one? I know what shit people talk about me behind my back. That I’m the local nutcase. That I have to be treated like a fucking porcelain doll. That I have to be wrapped in bubble wrap. That I'm damaged. That my mind's dysfunctional. That it’s all in my head. Everything is always just in my head,” he spat, blunt nails digging into Derek’s skin as he kicked him again. “And they don’t just do it behind my back. They say it to my face. But I’m not the one who stalks a teenager—”
“There was nothing there,” Derek pressed out through gritted teeth impatiently and Stiles shut his mouth with an audible click, jaw clenched as his eyes traveled over Derek’s face like he was searching for something. Derek finally put him back to his feet, hand moving from neck to collarbone, fisting into the shirt instead.
“Fine,” Stiles snarled, waving between them. “Still no deal.”
- Part 1 of Chayey Kelev