"You need to come clean Derek"
Derek bit his nails, sitting at the table and staring straight ahead, his leg bouncing out of nerves.
"You do not understand how incapable of that I am Raif" Derek said, looking up at his friend who sighed,
"Look...I understand it's daunting, but you need to come clean so he can at least prepare against your uncle"
"He'll think I'm insane and if I prove it to him, he'll think I'm a freak" Derek deadpanned and Raif narrowed his eyes at Derek,
"So you'd rather Peter kill him?"
"No!"
"Then tell him!"
Derek grit his teeth before he sighed, nodding slowly and standing up, "fine, fine...I'll tell him"
"Good" Raif said, walking off. Derek watched Raif leave before swallowing heavily and he headed up to his room.
Sitting down on his bed, he grabbed his phone, typing with shaking hands,
Derek: Hey, can we meey up?
Evan: Sure! When/Where?
Derek: Tomorrow? and where doesn't matger
Evan: Alright, you can come to mine.
Evan: You okay?
Derek: Yea, I'll see you tomoreow <3
Evan: See you <3
Derek placed his phone down. Laying on his bed and curling up with a sigh. Trying to figure out a good way to tell Evan what he was.
YOU ARE READING
Regret.
WerewolfEvan is a normal person. He's a normal man with normal friends, normal job, normal everything until he meets a man named Derek. Then shit gets weird.
