Sterek One-Shots

Hate is a Strong Word

A/N: HEY, MAJOR SMUT IN THIS ONE!!! :)

Also, I'm working on the few requests I have gotten!

"Why are you sulking today?" dad asked, sliding a pop tart across the table. I didn't answer, just sighed as I stared into my cup of coffee. The smell was comforting me. "Stiles, what is it?" he pressed, grabbing his own coffee I had poured for him before taking the seat next to me at the table. "Is it Derek again?"

I frowned, giving him a small glare. "Dad, don't say his name."

He chuckled, shaking his head at my theatrics. "So it is him, then?" Of course, dad always knew my moods and the causes. Derek Hale was a problem like no other, and therefore he caused the worst of my sour moods. The guy was a freaking tool who was hell bent on making my life miserable. "What'd he do this time?"

I huffed angrily, ripping open my pop tart. "We're both running for senior class president and the election is today. I'm just angry that he's even running at all, considering he doesn't care about politics, or the senior class. He's running just to make me angry. Can you believe that?" I took a bite out of my breakfast before realizing I wasn't even hungry. That's how livid I was with that asshole. 

"Stiles," dad said, clearly trying not to laugh at my pain. "This is just like the time you both tried out for the lead role in the school play. You're going to beat him, okay? Don't worry so much. That's exactly what he wants. To psych you out before the election."

I knew he was right, but I didn't want to admit that. I wanted to be able to sulk without getting lectured. Derek was a jerk and that was all that mattered. "I should get to school," I sighed, tossing my half eaten breakfast in the trash before grabbing my backpack off the floor. "I'll see you tonight." Dad waved goodbye as I left. 

Once at school, I went straight to my locker to put my things away. "Today's the big day," Scott said, popping up out of no where. I glared at him, after slowing my heart rate, and slammed my locker shut. "What? Everything is going to work out, Stiles. You know that."

"I don't know that," I grumbled, walking past him into the crowded hallway. He kept up easily. "I mean, what if I don't get enough votes? Scott, what if I lose to Derek Hale?" Since middle school, everything with Derek was a competition. And yeah, most of the time, I won, but that wasn't the point. He was always trying to outsmart me, out perform me, and just outdo everything I did. It was annoying. I didn't get why he hated me so much. 

Scott rolled his eyes as we walked into our first class of the day. Derek was in this class, but luckily he wasn't there yet. "Dude, you won't lose. All of the people I've talked to are voting for you!" Scott's words did make me feel better, but they didn't reassure me. There was no telling what could happen. Derek was more popular than me, but everyone knew I'd make a better president than Derek. They had to vote for me for the sake of our senior class, right?

I shrugged him off and took my seat, retrieving my notes from my backpack to look over before the test. Derek Hale didn't show up until a few seconds before the bell and the only seat left was right next to me. He smirked as he slid into the seat, but I tried to ignore him. It was difficult, considering how infuriating his existence was, but I managed to keep my eyes on my notes.