Sterek drabble pt 1/?
Stiles is training with the pack; lately Derek seems to have made it his mission to make sure he can hold his own.
But Derek complains Stiles is too predictable. Stiles goes down the ‘Erica Route’…it ends a bit different
When Isaac crashes into Stiles, slamming them both to the ground for the third time, Stiles lets out a strangled shout of anger, frustration, and pain. Isaac rolls off of him and grimaces apologetically, helping Stiles gingerly to his feet.
“Again,” Derek says, watching them both, tone clipped and bare of any commiseration.
“No,” Stiles says, adamantly, shaking his head. He clutches at his sore arm and glares daggers at Derek.
“Yes,” Derek replies, as though daring Stiles to argue, which he should know by now, is an inevitability.
“Uh…Fuck you?” Stiles shrugs, stepping back, voice sardonic and high.