#decods

Derek rolled his eyes before they landed right back on the other, his gaze piercing. “Is it? Why do you think it’s recommended for a sock?” He challenged. If this kid really thought the two were friends before then he had no idea why the other liked to verbally attack him so much. “Didn’t you say you were going to be taking my classes? Sounds like I might have to recommend a few things to you in our time together.”

Derek looked down at his black and blue knuckles and shook his head. “It will be fine.” The man had noticed that nothing really hurt him now. A cut? Healed in seconds. A bruise? A couple of minutes. “And I don’t need your help, Stiles, if anything I know you just make things worse.” He knew that from past experience? He didn’t understand but he went with it. “Don’t you have someone else to go bother? Scott? Lydia?” Anyone but him. “I hear Allison might need some help. She just got here.”