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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Multi, Other
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Derek_Hale/Stiles_Stilinski, Scott_McCall/Kira_Yukimura
  Character:
      Derek_Hale, Stiles_Stilinski, Lydia_Martin, Scott_McCall, Kira_Yukimura,
      Liam_Dunbar, Danny_Mahealani, Braeden_(Teen_Wolf), Malia
  Additional Tags:
      Self-Harm, Anorexia, Triggers
  Series:
      Part 1 of The_Alpha_Within
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-09-13 Words: 2248
****** The Alpha Within: The Masquerade ******
by ChrisVD
Summary
     Stiles avoids any confrontation to his scars, and unhealthily skinny
     figure. Derek pries into his life out of concern. Scott's an
     oblivious idiot.
Notes
     Tagged for future Self Harm. In future chapters there will be MALE ON
     MALE SMUT!! There will also be lots of fluff. I will tag as I go. If
     there are any triggers I missed please notify me, and I will tag it.
     This is un-beta'd so all mistakes are my own. Enjoy!
See the end of the work for more notes
As the amber sun rose in the dark sky, creating a gradient that can only be
described as the beauty of nature; I opened my eyes for the first time this
morning. I spent a couple more moments in my bed, slipping in and out of
consciousness. Soon enough my alarm went off, loud enough to wake my whole
household. I pressed ‘dismiss’, and threw my sheets to the side. As the cool
air took over the presence the sheets once held, I took in my surroundings.
It’s not like my room had changed much in the 17 years I spent in it. My bed
stood in the center of my room against the back wall, with night stands on both
sides. To my right the wall held a window, and a bookshelf against the wall
opposite of me that faced the wall to my left. The only other furniture in the
room was the computer desk against the wall on my left, parallel to the
bookshelf. Add some posters, and mediocre drawings, and you have my room. I was
pulled from my thoughts by a knock on my door.
My dad’s voice sounded through the door, “You up, kid?” I replied almost
immediately, “Yeah! Just let me take a shower and I’ll be ready to go.” I
shivered as my feet touched the cold hardwood floor. As I entered the bathroom
across the hall, I quickly stripped from my black Henley, and my sweats, and
hopped in the shower. After getting out, and drying off, I wrapped the towel
around my waist and brushed my teeth. Doing so, I stare at my reflection in the
mirror. The person staring back at me was not one I recognized. My once scrawny
figure was now unhealthily skinny. Multiple bags rested under my eyes, a result
of many sleepless nights. Many scars marked the inside of my arms, some newer
than others. My pale complexion, now a sickly white. I finish brushing my
teeth, and make the quick trip to my bedroom.
Once in the privacy of my own room, I release the breath I didn’t know I was
holding. I made quick work of getting dressed. I throw on a grey t-shirt,
covered by a flannel. I find some jeans and put them on, along with shoes and
socks. I grabbed my backpack and went downstairs to find my father in the
kitchen with the newspaper and a mug of coffee. After grabbing a banana and
saying my quick goodbyes, I headed out the front door and down the driveway to
my jeep. Once inside, I put the key into the ignition and make the familiar
trip to school.
“Hey! Stiles,” Scott yelled from down the hallway. I slowed my pace to allow
him to catch up. “Scott! To what do I owe this honor,” I asked with as much
venom I could muster. “Ok! First of all: Tude! Secondly: What the hell was that
for,” he asked with the face of a sad puppy. “I don’t know, Scott! Why don’t
you ask the Iron Man 3 disk in my DVD player that went unwatched last night,
because someone decided to bail without notice?” “I’m sorry! Kira called an-,”
I didn’t let him finish. “Exactly. Kira came-a-callin’. Glad to know who’s on
top of your totem pole,” I walked away. It’s so exhausting, putting on a mask
of happiness. If I keep letting emotion blind my reason like I just did, the
mask won’t work. I vow to myself that I won’t allow that to happen again, as I
take a seat in my first class.
Halfway through Finstock’s class I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. I pull
it out to look at it. I didn’t, however, expect a text from Derek.
Scott told me to check if you’re ok. Not that I care or anything, but are you
ok?
How very Derek of him. I would expect Scott to grow a pair, and talk to me like
an adult. Whatever. I craft a quick reply and return to my lecture notes.
I’m perfectly fine. Sorry to have disturbed you with our petty teenage
problems.
I went on with my day, dreading each class I had with Scott. Each time he
looked at me, I felt as though I kicked a puppy. I spoke to him only once, when
he wouldn’t stop poking me with his pencil. It was a threat, but he should be
grateful I even wasted my breath speaking to him.
I was walking to my Jeep after school when I received another text.
Congrats! You officially broke Scott McCall! Want a metal?
With a snort I climbed into my Jeep and slid the key into the ignition. I
seriously considered ignoring Lydia’s text. I then remembered the mask that I’m
supposed to wear. Damn sarcastic, witty, idiot.
Only if it’s made of pure Silver. Can the ribbon be laced with wolfsbane as
well?
With a smirk, I turned the key and started my drive home. Pulling out of the
parking lot, I turned on the radio. Cassiopeia by Sara Bareilles came on and I
listened to it as I drove. I turned the radio off as I pulled into the
driveway. I grabbed my backpack from the passenger seat, and climbed out of the
car.
After stepping into the Foyer, I was greeted by silence. I walked to the
kitchen and saw a note on the counter in my dad’s handwriting.
Hey kid. I was called into the station last minute. I won’t be home until late.
Sorry I had to skip out on dinner with you. Rain check?
I set the note down with a sigh. Of course! With my luck, this would happen
when I need my father’s support the most. I walk up the stairs; my only company
is the creaks the old wood makes. Once in my room I drop my backpack beside my
bed, and go directly to my computer.
“Thought you didn’t care,” I said to the presence I felt as soon as I entered
the room. “I don’t, but we need to talk,” Derek said from next to my bookshelf.
“Good to know. What do you want to talk about,” I asked with no emotion as I
opened Facebook. “I don’t know. How about why you aren’t eating? Maybe about
why you’re wearing a flannel in 82 degree weather. Oh, and we should discuss
why you’re taking three times your dose of Adderall,” Derek said as if he
didn’t just tell me all of my deepest secrets. “Shouldn’t you be sleeping with
Braeden,” I asked trying to avoid the question. “Stiles…,” he warned with
glowing blue eyes. “It’s none of your damn business, Hale!” I returned my
attention to the 24 game requests that cluttered my notifications. Derek
doesn’t leave, though. “I’m not leaving until you talk to me, Stiles,” he says
as he lies down on my bed to get comfortable.
We stay like that, silent, until it’s 10 o’clock and I need to sleep. “I need
to sleep. Can you leave,” I ask as I leave to the bathroom to change. When I
come back to my room, Derek is still lying there. “Did you hear me, Hale?” “Yes
I did. I told you that I won’t leave until you tell me what’s going on,” he
says with the same old scowl on his face, “Well are you going to lay down?”
“Are you going to move,” I ask as I feel my cheeks heating up. “Nope,” he
replied. Amazing. Well at least I can tell Scott that I slept with Derek. That
would really piss him off. I lay down leaving as much space between me and the
werewolf as possible. I slowly fall asleep to the chirping of the crickets
outside my window.
When I wake up the next morning I’m burning up. I try to roll over, but I’m
trapped by Derek’s arm around my waist. Ohmygod! Derek Hale is spooning me?
“Derek?” No answer. “Derek wake up!” “Hmm,” he sounds like he’s still asleep,
but his eyes open to reveal the green glory of Derek’s eyes. “Dude, you’re
spooning me. I need to get ready for school. You need to let me go shower,” I
say as I try to squirm from his hold on me. He lets me go, rolls over, and
quickly resumes his slumber. I get up and barely make it the door before,
“Don’t call me dude, Stiles.”
After my morning routine, as I walk across the hall, I pray to anything out
there that Derek has left. I open my door, and he’s lying on my bed reading a
book. I am suddenly very aware of my state of undress. “Um… Can you like leave
so I can get dressed?” “I told you, Stiles, I’m not leaving.” I grab my clothes
and get dressed in the bathroom. As I re-enter my room to grab my backpack
Derek asks, “Are we gonna talk about those scars?” Oh my god. I totally forgot
that he’d see the scars on my arms. “There’s nothing to talk about,” I say as I
sling my backpack over my shoulder, “I’m going to school. You know, where
society requires me to spend countless hours with people I can’t stand? Yeah.
So uh, later Hale!” I quickly exit the household, and stride to my Jeep. As I
get in and put the key in the ignition I turn my head to see Derek glaring at
me. If asked later, I did not flail. “Dear lord, Hale! Don’t do that!” I start
the car knowing he won’t leave.
As I pull into the parking lot, I look over to Derek. “Well thanks for spooning
with me, but I have to go so…,” I quickly exit the car and make my way to my
first class. I know Derek wouldn’t set foot in the school during the day, and I
take great pride in that feeling of security. After opening my locker,
switching some books out, and closing my bag; I close my locker door and Scott
is standing there. Again with the flailing. Scott flares his nostrils and looks
disgusted. “You smell like Derek.” “No ‘Hello’?,” I ask with as much sarcasm as
I can muster before turning on my heels and heading to Physics. Scott was quick
to catch up. “Hold up. You didn’t-“ I wasn’t going to let him finish that
accusation. “Are you for real? Derek was at my house, which thanks by the way.
He was concerned with my wellbeing, and wouldn’t leave unless I talked about
it. I refused and so he ended up sleeping next to me in my bed. I woke up and
he was spooning me,” he looked like he saw a werewolf for the first time.
“Nothing happened,” I say as we both enter the classroom. I sat in the desk
behind Danny, in front of Lydia, to the left of Malia, and to the right of
Liam. I looked to Scott’s confused face and shrugged. “Sorry bro! No room for
you,” I say with enough venom to kill a bear. Scott walks across the room and
sits next to Kira, of course! Halfway through Mr. Scofield’s lecture about
Ionic Bonding, I received a text.
We’re going to talk whether you like it or not. Also, you know me and Braeden
broke up, so don’t be a dick and make remarks like the one from last night or
I’ll rip your throat out… with my teeth.
Typical Derek Hale! I look up and see Scott glaring at me. I reply to the text.
If I tell you what’s going on, do you promise to leave me the hell alone?
After Physics, I go to U.S History. We’re stuck watching another documentary
about the 20th century. That’s when I get the text.
Fine. I promise to stop bothering you if you tell me all of the secrets you’re
hiding.
I can’t help my reply. It was too easy.
Maybe we can braid each other’s hair, and paint our nails, and gossip about One
Direction!
I go through the rest of the day without hearing from any of the pack. It’s not
a surprise. Lydia is busy running the school like she’s queen. Danny is working
extra hard to get back on the Lacrosse Team. Liam is focusing on hiding his
lycanthropy from Mason. Scott is too busy with Kira, and Malia hasn’t spoken to
me since we broke up. After school I walk over to my Jeep and Kira is leaning
against the driver side door. “I’m not making up with Scott, Kira,” I say as I
open the passenger door and set my backpack down. I close the door and walk
around to the driver side. “I’m not asking you to make up with him. I’m asking
you to talk to him. Tell him what’s wrong, and maybe you’ll be able to repair
your friendship.” I thought Scott was the oblivious one. “Scott’s only part of
the problem. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go watch the Notebook with
Derek,” my joke is lost on her. She steps out of the way and I get in the car.
I roll down the window. “It’s nothing personal, Kira. You’re a great person.” I
pull out of the parking lot and make my way home. Time for a slumber party with
Derek Hale.
End Notes
     4 Chapters in and I just noticed that I just described Scott's room.
     Oh well. Sorry about it.
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