It took Stiles a little longer then that to get over his shame and anger and clean himself up. He was in a towel when Derek came barging in, fresh from the shower, and he gave the werewolf a glare before he completely ignored Derek and sat down at the desk that was in his room. Stiles had so much to say to Derek but nothing came out of his mouth. He just scowled down at the wood of the desk as the shame he had felt earlier krept back.