How hard could it be? • LM / SS

Chapter 74

                 "I'm tired of feeling like
                     I'm fucking crazy."

Jade parked her car outside of her house, wiping her palms on her skirt. The ride home had been quiet, apart from the hum of the radio. They were trying to process what had happened- even though they didn't exactly understand. They'd just have to wait and see what Allison would come back with after talking to her dad.

"You coming?" Max raised a brow, a hand on the car door. Jade was still sitting in the driver's seat, not making any move to get out. He waved a hand in front of her face, snapping her out of whatever daze she was in.

"I'm just gonna drive around for a while. I'll be back later," she nodded.

"Have you got your key at least?" he asked, grabbing his bag from the floor. It was 2am and he didn't particularly like the idea of his sister driving around at this time at night. But, she was also a stubborn teenager who wasn't going to listen to him. Especially not when he went out drinking almost every night. It'd be hypocritical. "Are you okay?"

"Yep, fine," she plastered a smile on her face, that dropped as quickly as it had appeared. She waited until he was in the house and the front door was closed before driving off.

She turned the volume up until her ears hurt, trying to avoid becoming self-destructive. She knew it was stupid to be alone with her thoughts when she was feeling like this, but the thought of sitting around the house in silence was even worse. Another thing she knew that was stupid was leaving Max in the house on his own, with access to all of the alcohol. Scott and Isaac had went over to the Argent's and Melissa was on a night shift. Hopefully he wouldn't drink himself into death in the few hours she'd be out.

Sighing, she pulled into a familiar place and waited a minute to gather herself. Flicking down her mirror, she wiped away the mascara that had ran down her face. Grabbing the items off of the passenger seat, she hauled herself up what felt like a hundred flights of stairs. In reality it was only about ten, but she was a hypochondriac, so it felt like a hundred. She rapped her knuckles against the wooden door, hearing shuffling feet approach from inside.

"You really need to invest in an elevator. And don't kick me out because I brought food," she shoved her way into the room, sitting on a stool and throwing the things in her arms onto the marble island.

"Nice to see you too, Jade. Even though you left, like, twenty minutes ago," Derek sighed, slamming the door closed behind the girl. Why was it that his house seemed to be the hangout space for local supernaturals with issues? He didn't even like people! "What do you want?"

"I'm great, Derek, thank you so much for asking. You might wanna get some classes on how to greet people while you're at it. Instead of 'what do you want?' try 'what can I help you with?' It sounds a lot better," she drank out of her can of soda, eyes watering when it was too fizzy.

Casting a small glance around the room, she applauded his cleaning skills. For the hundreds of teenagers that had been in the loft, you could barely even tell. The only give away was the six black bags that were no doubt full of empty bottles and cans of alcohol.

"What can I help you with, annoying witch that has terrible fashion sense?"

She gasped, resting her chin on her hand. "I do not have a terrible fashion sense. And you can't talk, all you wear is jeans and the same five shirts. I came over because I'm bored."

Derek nodded, not fully believing what she was saying. There was something else wrong with her. Half of the time, she must forget that werewolves could read chemosignals and hear your heartbeat. "Well, what food did you bring then?"