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Derek can feel a vein bursting in his forehead. Erica was smirking cruelly at Stiles as if she one-upped him or something.
"Get out, Erica." She immediately pouted, no doubt wanting to witness the fallout of whatever happens next between Stiles and Derek.
Derek glared, a growl in his voice, "I said get out. You can weasel it out of him later but you're not watching it happen to gloat."
Erica huffed and left without a word. A rare occurrence.
Left alone with Derek, Stiles squeaked as he put some distance between himself and Derek, not sure what would happen.