"I'm not going back there, Derek," Stiles said digging his feet in, "you will just lock me up and never let me out. I can't live like that." Stiles tried to wiggle out of Derek's grip. "And I make perfect sense. You just don't listen."
Stiles heart was racing and so was his mind. When had it started? Why had it started? Why was he such an idiot? He pulled hard enough to get out of Derek's grip and made a dash to run.