Nobody's Pov

Anger.

Anger is an emotion characterized by antagonism toward someone or something you feel has deliberately done you wrong.

Sadness.

Sadness is an emotional pain associated with, or characterized by, feelings of disadvantage, loss, despair, grief, helplessness, disappointment and sorrow.

Those two emotions were the only thing that Stiles Stilinski was feeling at this very moment.

It was because of a regular pack meeting that basically ruined him.

Flashback

Stiles had a feeling that something was wrong. It was a gut feeling, and his gut feeling was never wrong.

He got a message from Derek, his boyfriend of nearly two years, telling him to come to the loft for a pack meeting.

It seemed like it was serious. Stiles could tell just by looking at the message itself. 

He knew that something was wrong and he just hoped that it wasn't anything too bad.

The last thing he wanted for one of his friends to be hurt.

He knows that Derek can handle himself, but he just hopes that he's alright and nothing happens to him.

Little did he know, he would soon regret that.

So right now he was driving to the loft, inside his precious jeep. His pride and joy. 

He loves his jeep, probably more than Derek and everyone else, and if something were to happen to it there would be hell to pay. Everyone knew that.

Finally after driving for a few minutes he made it to the loft.

For some reason he had this feeling in his stomach that something bad was going to happen.

Almost as if something or someone was telling him not to go inside the loft and head back home. Almost as if he were to avoid a disaster from happening.

He shrugged it off, thinking that it was probably because he was tired that he was starting to hear things.

He was so stupid to just shrug off a feeling like that.

When he walked into the loft he was met with nothing but silence, which was unusual and quite concerning. Normally when he entered the loft, pack meeting or not, he was met with a bit more chaos. Especially from Peter, Liam, Theo, Isaac and Malia.

Those four acted like siblings from time to time. And Peter acted like their father. Which is ironic considering he is Malia's father.

When he was inside all he saw were a few of the pack members sitting either on the couch or on chairs.

The only ones that were standing were Peter, Liam, Isaac, Malia and Kira.

Just by looking at their faces he can tell that they were angry. Not at him. But at the others.

Kira was holding onto Malia's arm, which meant she was trying to hold her back from attacking someone. He guessed Derek considering her eyes were locked on him.

Jeez, what did Derek do this time to make her angry?

Liam, Theo and Isaac were standing next to each other. Liam and Isaac glaring at the rest of the pack members looking like they wanted to attack them at any given moment. Theo was glaring at the other pack members too, but he was also trying to calm down the two other boys.

As for Peter, he was staring at Derek with nothing but disappointment in his eyes. As for Scott, he was glaring at him with complete anger and disgust.

Speaking of Derek and Scott. They were sitting next to each other, serious expressions planted on their faces.

Ok, just what the hell happened?

If they were all fighting over something, it's obvious that the ones that were standing would win without a doubt.

But why were they angry in the first place?

"Ok, can someone tell me what's going on? I'm sensing major tension between y'all" Stiles asked.

As soon as Stiles spoke up everyone turned to look at him so fast that Stiles was worried they got whiplash.

He took the opportunity to scan their reactions.

So far from the other pack members that were near Scott and Derek were staring at him with neutral expressions.

While the pack members that were standing were staring at him in worry and sadness. Almost as if they knew something he didn't.

"Is something wrong?" Stiles asked, worried and confused.

Derek and Scott looked at each other before Scott stood up and made his way towards Stiles.

Ok, now Stiles knows something is wrong just based on the serious look on Scott's face.

Scott stopped so he was just a few feet away from Stiles. Stiles raised an eyebrow at his best friend and waited for him to say something.

What Scott said was something he never thought he would hear.

"Stiles, you're out of the pack" Scott said, no emotion shown in his voice or his eyes.

Stiles's eyes widened as his jaw dropped.

Was his hearing bad? Did he just hear Scott say he was out of the pack? Was he getting kicked out by his own best friend?

"Excuse me?" Stiles asked.

"You heard me, you're out of the pack" Scott spat.

Stiles was taken aback by how Scott spoke. I mean sure he's talked like that before, but this was new.

He heard a growl and he didn't need to look to know that it was Malia.

"Ok, can you explain to me what the hell you're on ab-" Stiles started but was cut off.

"You're out of the pack. You can't continue being here with us let alone run around with us anymore. You're not supernatural like us, you're just a human. And we can't have you around anymore" Scott spat.

Everything that Scott said felt like he was getting shot.

"Are you kidding me right now?" Stiles asked in complete and utter disbelief.

"No, I'm not. You're human, you're not like us and you'll never be. You'll only slow us down and we can't have that" Scott said.

Stiles breath hitched as he stared at his best friend in shock.

What the hell was wrong with him? Was he on something? Or was he really saying all of this truthfully?

He took the opportunity to glance at the other pack members and saw that they were feeling the same way as Scott. They didn't need to say anything, their facial expressions were all he needed to know.

He looked at the others and smiled slightly at the glares they were giving the other pack members that were on Scott's side.

Hell, even Theo was glaring at them, and he doesn't even like the guy.

He shook his head and turned to look at his boyfriend, Derek, and saw him still sitting. His face was neutral, just like it always was, but this time it seemed a bit different than all those other times.

"Derek. Are you gonna say something about this?" Stiles asked.

He didn't want to believe that his own boyfriend would turn against him and agree with what Scott was saying.

Little did he know, the opposite of what he wanted to happen would happen.

Derek stood up and made his way towards Scott and Stiles. He grabbed Scott and pushed him behind him so that he would be the one staring at Stiles.

"Yes, I actually do agree with Scott. So when he says you're out of the pack, you're out and that's final" Derek scowled.

Stiles's breath hitched as he took in what Derek said and he couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe any of it.

He heard a growl and was certain that it was from Malia. Or Peter. They were both related so their growls were nearly the same.

"Are you kidding me? Tell me you're joking because this has to be a freaking joke" Stiles scoffed.

But the look on Derek's face was everything he needed to know. 

He wasn't kidding.

"You're out of the pack, Stiles. I agree with Scott. And this has actually been something we've been talking about for a while. You're just a human and you'll slow us down. You're useless to us" Derek angrily spat.

If Stiles heart wasn't shattered already, it was downright broken.

How could Derek say that? How could Scott say that? How could either of them say anything?

"What the hell is going on with you? You can't do this, I'm your best friend!" Stiles yelled at Scott.

"Not anymore. I can't be friends with someone like you. Especially when I'm an alpha and you're just, human" Scott spat.

Stiles let out a disbelieving scoff at that, but Scott paid him no attention and turned away.

Stiles turned to Derek and jabbed a finger into his chest, glaring angrily and sadly at him.

"Why the hell are you doing this? I'm your boyfriend! Your boyfriend of two years! Are you seriously just going to go along with all this crap?" Stiles angrily yelled at him.

Derek glared and growled at him before smacking his hand away, shoving him in the process.

Malia growled and tried lunging towards her idiotic cousin, when her girlfriend held her back.

Peter took a few steps towards Stiles, ready to defend his favorite human against his dumbass nephew.

Stiles smiled lightly at his best friend and creeper wolf before turning to glare at Derek.

"Are you seriously just going to go along with this? What about us? Are you gonna end us because of this? Are you gonna take his side over me? Your boyfriend!" Stiles yelled.

"Yes! Because the pack is more important! I can't worry about you all the time. You can barely defend yourself whenever we're in battles and it's frustrating to always look out for you! I can't handle it anymore" Derek yelled.

"Don't yell at him like that! He may not be the best fighter out there but he's smart and really useful when needed. Without him I'm pretty sure your dumbass would've died a long time ago!" Peter yelled at him.

The pack members, minus the ones that were with Peter, stared at him in shock.

Derek looked at his uncle in slight shock, but mostly anger.

Stiles smiled, he really did like Peter at times and was just happy to know that he'd always have his back, especially at a time like this.

"Stay out of this, Peter!" Scott yelled.

"And who are you to tell me what to do, McCall?" Peter asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

Scott's eyes flashed red as he let out a loud growl.

Peter scanned him up and down before letting out a scoff as he crossed his arm, not at all fazed by what he did.

Derek growled at Scott, telling him to stop, to which Scott reluctantly obeyed.

"The pack is more important than you or our relationship. I need to focus on one thing, and I've already chosen what that is" Derek sternly said.

Stiles's eyes widened and his jaw dropped to the ground. His eyes were beginning to water and he did his best to hold in his tears that threatened to spill.

"Are...are you choosing the pack over me? After everything we've been through together, you're choosing them?" Stiles asked in disbelief.

"Yes, because they're more important. Unlike you" Derek spat, no hint of remorse shown in his tone.

Stiles breath hitched as he did everything not to cry. He didn't want to cry in front of them.

His fists clenched at his side and his knuckles were slowly turning white.

"Do you even love me?" Stiles asked, nearly in a whisper.

Derek stared at him for a few seconds before rolling his eyes and crossing his arms.

"No, I don't. I never did. And to be honest, the only reason I got together with you and put up with you this long was just out of pity. Because of how strong your feelings were to me and I didn't want to hurt you. But now, I don't really give a fuck anymore" Derek spat.

He couldn't believe it.

Not only did he lose his best friend, but he lost his boyfriend.

His boyfriend chose the pack over him. His boyfriend just dumped him because the pack was more important than him.

Derek just admitted to not loving him. He admitted to never wanting to be in a relationship with him in the first place and only did it out of pity because of how real his feelings were for him.

He was just his toy. That's all he ever was.

Not only to Derek, but to Scott and the rest of the pack.

Tears streamed down his cheeks as his eyes turned red and his cheeks became puffy.

A scowl made its way onto his face as he clenched his fists at his side.

Stiles looked around and grabbed the closest thing that was near him, which happened to be a throwing knife, and threw it at Derek.

Derek quickly ducked down while everyone else screamed as the knife made contact with the wall.

Everyone looked at Stiles with wide eyes and jaw dropped.

But Stiles did nothing other than glare at them as he spun around and ran out of the loft as fast as he could, not wanting to be there any longer.

Flashback Ends

Stiles wanted nothing more than to run back inside that stupid loft and scream at them. He wanted to scream at them for being such horrible people and he was so tempted in doing exactly that right this moment.

But he didn't. He was way too lazy and tired to do anything other than stay in his bed.

He knew he was worrying his father, considering he ran inside the house with tears streaming down his face and ran upstairs faster than lightening.

He wanted to tell his father everything, but at the moment he was filled with too much anger and sadness that the last thing he wanted was to talk to anyone. Let alone his father.

He knows that his father deserves answers as to why he's so upset, but he can't give it to him at the moment.

The last thing he wanted was to snap at his father because that's what usually happens whenever he's angry and sad.

So, he just locked himself in his room and stayed in bed with the blanket around him. He wanted to stay warm.

He heard a knock at his door and he already knew that it was his father.

"Stiles, kiddo, please open the door. I want to talk to you" Noah begged.

Stiles ignored him, closing his eyes and bringing the blanket closer to his body.

"Stiles, please open the door, you're really scaring me right now. I just want to talk" Noah begged, once again.

He hated it.

He hated worrying his father. The last thing he wanted was for his father to worry, he feels guilty for making his pops worried.

He wanted to get out of bed and unlock the door and hug his father like his life depended on it. But if he did that, he'd have to tell him about what happened, and he wasn't ready for that just yet.

"Please, please go away" Stiles said, nearly in a whisper.

Looks like he wasn't quiet enough because his father still heard him.

"No, I'm not going to go anywhere until you tell me what's wrong? What happened at the meeting?" Noah asked.

Releasing a sigh, he just snuggled further into his blanket and shut his eyes.

He felt his eyes beginning to water, but he wouldn't cry. Not when his father was right outside his door. 

He'd cry when he was gone.

He didn't want his father to hear, let alone see, him cry. He didn't want his father to see him as weak.

Noah knew that his son wasn't going to open the door, so he settled with releasing a defeated sigh and dropped his head on the door.

"Alright, fine, you win. If you don't want to open the door that's fine. I'll leave you alone if that's what you want. But just know that tomorrow I will get in, one way or another, and I will find out what happened that's got you so upset" Noah sternly but softly said.

When Stiles didn't answer, Noah sighed before turning around and slowly walking away from his door.

When Stiles was sure that his father was gone, he broke down and sobbed.