Lesson #19: People Always Lie

A/N: Sorry for this lol  I know I'm a bitch

As I walked into school the next day and was approached by my best friend, I came to the realization that he had no idea what was going on in my life. The last he knew, I was still going after Lydia, and that was a couple of weeks ago. I guess I had gotten so wrapped up in getting Derek to like me back, I forgot that Scott needed to be in the loop too.

"Dude, we haven't talked in days," Scott sighed, grabbing my arm as we walked down the hallway. "Where have you been?"

I needed to rip the band aid off, so I decided to just jump right in, hoping he wouldn't be angry with me for taking so long to tell him. "So. . . I kissed Derek," I admitted, glancing at him to see his reaction. "And Lydia helped me gain the courage to do it."

"Wait," he mumbled, shaking his head as he processed what I had told him. "You don't like Lydia anymore, and now you and Derek are. . . what, together?" He didn't seem angry, just confused. This was something I could work with.

"Undetermined," I sighed, earning me a look of pity from my bestfriend. "I kissed him, he told me he wanted to take things slow, and then I think he was trying to tell me something before my dad called and interrupted."

"What do you think he was trying to tell you?" Scott asked, taking this all surprisingly well. I thought for sure he'd be angry I didn't tell him sooner, but he was more concerned about my relationship than my lack of communication. "Did he even break up with Brett?" Scott wondered, after I took too long to answer.

"He said he broke things off with Brett because he liked me," I explained, trying to keep my voice down so people passing us in the hall didn't hear too much. "When he said he had something to tell me, he seemed pretty serious. I don't want to assume anything, but it was important."

Scott nodded, taking in the information. "So, what are you gonna do now?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. Just talk to him, I guess." There was nothing else for me to do. If Derek really planned on saying those words. . . those three words that meant no turning back, I wasn't sure how to respond. I had never been in love before. Was that what this was? Did I love Derek, or was it something else? Was it too soon to tell? I had no idea. I could only hope Derek wasn't going to tell me that yet because I had no idea what I would say back to him.

"Well good luck with that, dude," Scott sighed, as if it would be harder than I thought to talk to Derek about my feelings. Maybe he was right. Maybe we shouldn't talk about it. "Hey, I'll see you at lunch. I gotta get to class. Keep me updated on the Derek situation, okay?"

"I will," I promised, waving him off as we parted ways to get to class.

As usual, classes were boring and the day passed slowly. I didn't see Derek much, and when I did, it was only in passing and we didn't have time to talk. At lunch, Scott didn't get to ask about the situation because Isaac and Allison ate with us and they didn't know, nor did I want them to know yet.

After school, I had lacrosse practice. We had a game coming up on Friday, so coach had been pushing us pretty hard at practice. I was at my locker, gathering my things before I had to make my way over to the locker room, when Derek finally decided to talk to me. I saw his shoes when he approached my locker, so I quickly grabbed my bag and slammed the door to meet his eyes.

"Hey, you," he said, as if nothing weird had happened between them yesterday. "Do you want to come over after practice? Cora's at her friends house and my parents are having a date night, so the house is ours."

"While being alone with you sounds extremely tempting, we still have to talk about that thing. . ." I reminded him, trailing off awkwardly as Derek's smile slowly faded. "I'll be there after practice, but just be ready to get all of our feelings out on the table, because we really need to talk."

"And we will," he promised, looking around to make sure the hallway was empty before pulling me closer. "We can do a little more than talk, though," he added, his voice low. It made my stomach feel all tied up in knots as my face heated up. "If you want."

I laughed nervously, pulling away from him. "I'm gonna be late for practice," I announced, changing the subject. "I'll see you in a couple of hours!" I quickly walked away from him, trying to recompose myself before having to see my team mates.

Practice was only two hours, and usually those two hours stretched on for what felt like forever. Today, however, seemed to go by way too fast. Before I knew it, Coach called the end of practice and informed us that our showers were broken until further notice. That was just the cherry on top. Derek had texted me three times already telling me to hurry up, so I couldn't run home first. Instead, I just drove over to Derek's and took my bag in with me.

"Finally," Derek sighed, meeting me at the top of the stairs. "You look sweaty," he observed with a small chuckle.

"Yeah, well the showers at school are broken and you were rushing me so I couldn't go home and shower. This is what you get," I retorted, as his hands gripped my hips to pull me closer. "A gross, smelly, sweaty Stiles."

Derek laughed, pushing me towards the bathroom without letting go of my hips. "It's a good thing I have a shower then, right?" he said teasingly, his lips on my neck as he reached for the bathroom door. As he swung it open, he continued kissing my neck, gently shoving me into the bathroom before hooking his fingers under my shirt and pulling it over my head.

"Wow," I breathed, getting caught up in the moment as his lips caught mine in a heated kiss, making my knees weak. "Derek," I mumbled against his lips, reluctantly pulling away. "You were the one who said we should take things slow," I reminded him, prying his arms from my waist. "Maybe we should stick to that."

Derek frowned, but he took a step back, giving me my space. "I did want to take things slow, but only because I was afraid of scaring you off. But I thought about it and I just want to live in the moment, you know? I want to be with you and go at the normal pace that people in real relationships go. I want to kiss you whenever I feel like it, and go on dates, and-"

"That all sounds great," I cut him off, gently grabbing his face to make him look me in the eye. "I want all of that too, but there's still some things we should talk about. Like that thing you wanted to tell me yesterday? It seemed like it was important," I reminded him, even though I was terrified what that thing might be.

Derek's face turned red as he shook his head. "That was nothing, Stiles," he promised. "I just got caught up in the moment, but it's not important. Not right now, anyways."

"Are you sure?" I pushed, dropping my hands to his waist to pull him closer. "You can talk to me."

He chuckled. "I'm sure," he whispered, leaning in even closer, his lips hovering over mine. "I don't want to talk right now," he added, connecting our lips. For a moment, I melted into his arms, letting my emotions take the lead. It was only when Derek undid my pants that I pulled away, putting some space between us. Derek caught his breath, a guilty look on his face. "I'm sorry. Too fast?"

"A little," I admitted, sitting down on the edge of the bathtub. "I want to, but now just doesn't feel like the right time or place," I sighed, cursing myself for making him stop. As much as I wanted to go further with him, to be with him in every possible way, I just couldn't stop thinking about yesterday. I knew there was something he had to tell me and he was just bottling up his feelings to spare my feelings.

"Okay, I understand," he answered, though I could see the hurt look on his face. "I'll just let you shower. I'll be in my room when you're done."

I nodded, standing up as he reached for the door. I grabbed his hand, pulling him against me one more time to kiss him, reassuring him I wasn't upset with him. "I'll be out in ten," I promised, letting him leave the bathroom before I locked the door and started the shower. Before I could get in, my phone started ringing. Lydia's name lit up my screen, so I answered it quickly. "What's up?" I answered, hoping she could hear me over the shower. I hadn't talked to her about my date with Derek yet, so I kind of wanted to talk to her. "I'm about to shower, can I call you back right after?" I asked.

"It's kind of important," she replied, a tone in her voice that made me worry. "How was your date yesterday? You never called."

"It was fine, why?" I answered, confused. She didn't seem happy, or excited. She must have known something I didn't.

Lydia sighed heavily, only making me wonder even more what was going on. "I wouldn't be telling you this if I didn't think you deserved to know," she promised, dragging it out. "I heard from Erica that Derek and Brett haven't broken up yet," she said quickly, as if bracing for my reaction. I took in the information, silently processing what she had just said. "Stiles, are you okay?" she asked eventually.

"Fine," I snapped, swallowing hard as I pushed back the urge to cry. "Thanks for telling me." I hung up before she could say anything else. I didn't need to hear more. I jumped into the shower, trying not to think about how stupid I had been. Everything that had happened yesterday and today, all of it was a lie.

That was the lesson today. People always lie. You can't trust anyone, apparently. Especially not stupid boys who say that they like you, but really they haven't even gotten over the last guy.

After I finished showering, I got dressed and grabbed all of my things to leave. I didn't want to see, or talk to Derek. Unfortunately, Derek heard me going downstairs and was quickly on my heels, stopping me at the door.

"Hey, where are you going?" he asked, confused as he slammed the door shut when I tried to open it. "What's wrong?" he demanded, stepping in between me and the door.

I bit the inside of my cheek, holding back the tears again. I was angry, so I had no idea what might come out of my mouth. "Get out of my way, Derek," I retorted, avoiding his eyes.

"Not until you tell me why you're so angry," he answered, trying to catch my eyes, but I refused, staring at the floor so he couldn't see how hurt I was. "Was it something I said? Or because I've been trying to move too fast? Talk to me, Stiles," he begged, his voice desperate.

"No, Derek," I snapped, trying to move past him again, but he still wouldn't budge from in front of the door. "Look, I know you lied about breaking up with Brett," I said finally, meeting his eyes as his expression changed to a look of surprise, and then guilt. "Yeah, you probably should have actually ended things with him before trying to get into my pants," I spat, angrily.

"Stiles, it's not like that," he defended himself. "Brett and I agreed we were taking a break, and that we probably wouldn't get back together. When I was with you, Brett and I weren't together, okay? We were on a break," he promised, but it did nothing to make me feel better.

I crossing my arms over my chest as he tried to grab my waist to pull me closer. "Don't touch me," I yelled, stepping away from him. "So you were on a break? Does that mean if I rejected you, you were just going to run back to him? Am I some kind of experiment? We don't work out and you just go back to him? Or am I just a quick fuck before you go back to being his boyfriend?" I screamed, my face red with anger. Derek had tears in his eyes, but I had never seen him cry, and I didn't expect it now. They were probably fake tears anyways.

"I broke up with him today, after school!" he answered, still desperate to get me to believe him. "Stiles, I didn't even know if you liked guys. When Brett and I talked, I was confused about my feelings for you, okay? I knew I wanted you, but I didn't think I could have you!"

"That's bullshit!" I cried, pushing him out of my way to get outside. This time, he let me past him, knowing he couldn't stop me. When he followed me outside, I turned to face him again, halfway down the drive way.

He had real tears on his face now, but I wasn't convinced he was actually sorry. "Stiles, please, let me try to explain-"

"No, you don't understand," I cut him off, unable to stop myself from crying at this point. I was angry and upset and there was no stopping it. "If you loved me half as much as I love you, Derek, you wouldn't have second guessed it. You would have ended things with him, whether you knew I wanted to be with you or not." The words kind of just came out, but there was no taking it back now. I used the L word, and by the look on his face, he wasn't expecting it. "I'm leaving, and don't try to follow me, because you're the last person I want to see right now."

"Stiles, wait," he tried, but I was already getting into my car. I pulled out of the drive way as Derek sat on the ground, watching me leave. I felt a pang of guilt for only a moment, but it didn't take away the anger I felt either. I couldn't listen to him give excuses anymore. If we were going to fix things at all, I had to calm down first.