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Derek’s leans against the wall, trying to blend into the background. Why did he agree to come to this party when his fight with Stiles was still so fresh in his mind. A 2 year relationship gone, just like that and he doesn’t understand why. Derek had always been upfront about wanting to attend Columbia University after they graduated and even though Stiles would be staying local to attend their community college, he had always seemed supportive. However, after Derek received his acceptance letter, Stiles has been acting withdrawn, starting fights over every little thing. It all came to a head during lunch at school that friday morning.
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“What are you doing?” Derek asks, eyes narrowing at the sight of Stiles’ hand on Erica’s hip.
Honey colored eyes stare back with a look of guilt before they steel over with a blank expression. “Just talking to my catwoman.”
“Your ca- what?!” He grabs Stiles’ arm and pulls him out into the hall. “Stiles wha- why are y-” He releases his arm and pinches the bridge of his nose. “What is going on with you lately? What was that with Erica?”
“Nothing’s going on, God! She just wanted to talk about a fight she had with Boyd. Is that okay, Derek?” Stiles asks pointedly, moving to lean against the wall, banging his head back with a thump.
“See, right there. That right there. You haven’t- you don’t- you only call me Derek when you’re mad at me…” He looks at his boyfriend, pain etched on his face. “What did I do?” He can feel the tears that want to well in his eyes.
“Nothing, just nothing. You’re doing what you always do. What you have always planned on doing. While I’m here. Alone. I am going to be alone. In 3 months we’re done and you’re going off-” Stiles huffs out a breath and closes his eyes. When he opens them, he looks at Derek with a sad resolve. “I think we should break-up.”
Derek stares down at the ground, breathing becoming ragged, fists clenched at his sides, not believing what he had just heard. “You thi-” he gulps. “Wh- I don’t understand Stiles… Talk to me.” He takes a step towards him and reaches out a hand only stopping when Stiles turns away. “Is this about Columbia? We’ve talked about this. It’ll be hard, but I want-”
“What about what I want, hmm?” Stiles pushes off of the wall and begins pacing the width of the hall. “Did you ever think of that? When you leave in 3 mo-”
“It’s longer than 3 months.” Derek interrupts.
“Oh, I’m sorry, you’re right. 6 months.” He says incredulously. “Because you won’t be leaving early to find an apartment or check out the scenery or just-” He takes a deep breath. “God! It doesn’t even matter when you’re leaving. The point is that you. Are. Leaving. You’re leaving me.” Tears start falling from his eyes. Derek steps forward, but Stiles pushes a hand against his chest to stop him from coming closer. He stares at his feet. “We need to break-up. And it needs to be now. Every day that we spend together just makes this so much worse, so much harder than I can deal with. I won’t- I ca- I can’t do this anymore.” He looks into Derek’s pale eyes. “I can’t be with you anymore, Derek.”
Mouth formed into a thin line, nostrils flaring with every huff of breath. “Fine,” he bites out and turns to leave before Stiles can see the tears spilling from his eyes.