Caution, Purpose and Faith '-'-'-' A Derek Hale Story'-'-'-'

Chapter 22: B-b-baddd gang.

Sorry it took awhile, enjoy!! :D 

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SSC

There,” Erica sighed, taking a step back to admire her work. Meg stood infront of the blonde with a very exasperated expression.

“Urgh, it’s too tight!”  She groaned tugging and pulling at the waist of her new black jeans, Erica dead-panned.

“Stop complaining, it’s just the pants and you can barely see them with the top.”

“Can I look in the mirror now?” Meg asked after a few moments, the blond rolled her eyes in disbelief.

“It’s a window woman.” She said, Meg shrugged turning around to stare at the reflection of her profile on the glass behind her.

“Well it’s the best I can do now isn’t it?”

“So what do you think?” Erica asked inquisitively, watching her friend admire herself. Meg was surprised, she didn’t expect to look that good. Erica had made her wear a baggy off shoulder top that showed off those bronze shoulder’s of hers, tight black jeans—even though Meg complained about the measurements—they hugged her toned legs really well. Erica had promised not to apply too much make up and she didn’t, just sticking to a basic lip liner to give Meg’s lips a little more pop and also eyeliner at the corners of the eyes. She tentatively ran her fingers through her dark hair that was down in waves that Erica combed and arranged to frame her small round face perfectly.

“…I kinda like it.” She admitted in awe, Erica grinned.

“Me too, you look good.” Meg wasn’t used to a compliment by Erica, so she decided to treasure it, she spun around to face her friend again with a huge smile on her face.

“I do don’t I?” Then after a moment of contemplation the smile on her lips fell as a look of tread took over her amber eyes.

“Omg Erica I can’t wear this, everyone will be staring!” she panicked going back to tugging at her jeans.

“That’s the best part.”

“I don’t like being stared at,” Meg pouted, Erica gaped.

“Wait let me get this straight, you don’t mind being stared at if someone drew a moustache on your face but looking a little hot is a problem?” The blonde noted, Meg grinned at the memory.

“Well when I have a moustache they are laughing at me, not staring at me like I am walking down a runway.”

“Honey, the world is our runway, you need to flaunt.” Meg blinked surprised by Erica’s words.

“That’s a pretty good line.” She stated as a smile slowly spread across her face.

“I know, now come on we need to leave, Isaac called like five times.” Erica stated authoritatively while grabbing her hand bag she had thrown over Meg’s bed.

“Right! I’ll go grab my bag and let Derek know.” The dark haired teenager exclaimed just as Erica began to make her way to the exit.

“I’ll be outside.” The blonde stated from the top of the stairs before leaving the railway station. Meg made her way towards the train, very aware of her flat boots that clopped under her. She didn’t like the sound, she felt like a horse but she had promised Erica that she would wear them because they had no real heel. She averted her attention to the task at hand; she was going to tell Derek they were leaving. Meg rapped her knuckles against the train door but then a voice behind her startled her.