" dude, do you know
who that was ? "
" no . . . "
" that was derek hale ! "
𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 . . . katherine's life gets thrown into a whirlwind after she figures out that her best friends a werewolf. she's pulled into...
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𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝑡𝑤𝑜. 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲
Scott had been miserable ever since the party. Every time I asked the boys what happened, they either ignored the question or made up some excuse how Scott suddenly got sick from food poisoning. But instead of elaborating and exclaiming how sorry they were, they kept questioning my interactions with Derek Hale, who was nice enough to drive me home. The car ride was awkward at first, but then we found common ground to talk about, so the awkwardness disappeared with ease. Finally, I got angry at the two after a dozen questions about what Derek was talking about; I got pissed and walked off. Since Stiles was my ride home, I was stuck waiting for Lacrosse practice to get out.
"McCall's gonna do it again! McCall's gonna do it again!" Coach Finstock repeated as Scott jogged back to the front of the line. Jackson had just painfully thrown him to the ground. Coach pressed the whistle to his lips and blew it loudly. Running as fast as I've ever seen him run, Scott rammed into Jackson, after I could hear a crack, both of them fell over. Jackson clutched his shoulder and Scott fell on all fours, panting. Stiles ran over to Scott while the rest of the team and Coach Finstock ran to Jackson's aid. Scott began yelling something to Stiles and they began running towards the school building.
"Scott?" I yelled, but the two kept running. Quickly, I grabbed my belongings and hopped off the bleachers.
"Hey, hey, hey, hey!" A voice—Derek's voice—tried to get my attention as quick as possible.
"Derek?" I questioned. He was jogging towards me from a spot out of sight, way behind the bleachers and closer to the woods.
"Hey." He smiled, flashing his teeth.
"What are you doing here?"
"Just watching your school's team try out."
"No offense or anything, but aren't you a little old for school?" My brows raised in question.
"Just by a year, never missed this place anyways." He observed the buildings from a far.
"Wait, you went here?" How come this never popped up in our conversation last night?
"Used to before I left town."
"Oh," I paused not wanting to bring up the awkward "anyways, thanks again for the ride Friday. It saved me from a life time of punishments from my parents."
"No problem, any time." Our attention was both brought to Jackson yelling in pain as he tried to get up.
"Oh god, they're never going to win the game on Saturday." My shoulders dropped as I sighed.
