Sagesse ☾ Derek Hale {2}

twelve; 'new' hot girl

"You did what?!" I try to contain my own voice as Derek just dropped a major bomb. I lean against the school bathroom sink after double checking that every stall is empty.

I hear him sigh from the other end of the call, "I turned someone else. You know her, met her recently."

I run a hand threw the messy nest I've been calling my hair and groan lightly, "Why, Derek? Remember when I told you to give me a heads up about these things? Well, I kind of meant telling me before, not after the fact. I get it, okay? I get that you're an alpha and you need you a pack, I really do, but I need some type of warning with this stuff. Who did you bite?"

"Erica." His voice is slightly harsher than before and for a second it I'm shocked by his tone. So shocked, the name doesn't register for a few seconds after he says it.

"Erica? Why? What made you remotely think this was a good idea?" My voice raises slightly as the worry and stress override my mind. He bit Erica? Everything is happening to fast and my head feels like it's literally going to combust into a million pieces.

"Because I know what I'm doing, Abigail," I stop my pacing at the sound of my full name coming from him. Before I can even utter a word, his sharp voice cuts me off. "I don't remember signing up to run my decisions by you."

I let out an unbelievable scoff at his words and my grip on my cellphone tightens, "You're right, you didn't. Don't let me get in the way of you building your hierarchy. Try not to bite anymore teenagers before the days out, would you?"

I grimace the snarkiness of my own voice, but I have no control. I can't help, but feel like Derek doesn't care at all about the repercussions of his decisions. What if Erica or Isaac died? Did that thought not cross his mind?

His side of the call is silent for a split second before he speaks once more, "Don't worry about it if I do."

I raise an eyebrow and feel myself begin to close down slightly, "I won't. Asshole."

I quickly and angrily end the call before pushing my way out of the bathroom. I rush to the lunchroom hoping to push Derek and his broodiness to the back of mind. I drop to sit at the lunch table next to Stiles silently. I harshly drop my bag onto the table before throwing my phone down with it.

I cross my arms over my chest in annoyance.

I hate men.

I glance up at Scott and Stiles while rolling my eyes at their stares, "Can't I be in a bad mood for once in my life?"

At the sound of anger in my voice they return to their previous conversations. Well, all except one; Stiles Stilinski.

He leans over with a glint of humor in his brown eyes, "Trouble in paradise?"

I doesn't hesitate to glare daggers at the boy, but this doesn't stop him. "Out of all the douchie guys in this town, you had to pick Derek?"

My glare only grows stronger with his words. Being honest, I figured Stiles had caught onto whatever the hell Derek and I were doing. I know I felt something for the guy, not matter how dark he seemed to everyone else or how he seemed to frown more than anyone I've ever met before.

What I didn't expect was for Stiles to bring up at, probably, the worst possible time. "Stiles you have .3 seconds to shut up before I glue your mouth shut."

All the humor in his eyes melts away at my words and instead I see concern, "Hey, whoa whoa. What's wrong, Abs?"

I roll my eyes and lay my head down into the cafeteria table silently. Even in this moment of being annoyed with Alpha Derek's attitude, I have to hesitate before telling Stiles my latest news. I mean, Derek did call to at least warn me, which is better than the first time he bite someone, i.e. Isaac.

I lift my head to decide what to say, but the sight before me stills my words. The cafeteria doors burst open and my eyes widen as a beautiful blonde struts herself in. Her skirt is short exposing her legs and her hair is perfectly curled. She radiates self esteem.

Lydia stops by our table and her lip basically curls up in disgust, "What the hell is that?"

I blink rapidly, still not believing the sight in front of me, "That's Erica."

Except there wasn't a radiation of anxiety followed by an abundance of frizzy blonde hair.

She was hot.

I turn to face Stiles and Scott as Erica leaves the cafeteria as quickly as she had come in. We all race to our feet and I follow the two down the hallway and through the front doors. I stop quickly when I notice an all too familiar black Camaro waiting out front. This time, though, it's not for me.

Erica grins as she climbs into the passenger seat and I can't hold back an eye roll as Derek smirks at us behind his sunglasses through his open window. His tires peel as he flies out of the parking lot and I cross my arms over my chest angrily. Scott's face contorts in anger and I can't help, but feel the exact same way.

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"You want to go with who, to where?" I ask her with a tired grimace. I run my hands over my face and feel the little bit of foundation from this morning still residing there. All I want to do is wash my face and try to get at least a few hours of sleep.

Allison smiles brightly and takes a hold on my hands in her own, "Go with Lydia, Me, Scott, and Stiles!"

I groan and let my head fall back against the wall. Although spending some quality time with my best friends, sister, and Lydia sounds great, I don't think I have the energy to do it. "I can't tonight, Al. I'm sorry, can I take a rain check? I seriously need to catch up on some sleep."

Her content smile soon turns into a forced one, "You haven't been sleeping? Are you still having nightmares?" Her voice grows quieter as she talks, but increases in worry. I jokingly roll my eyes at her and force a playful smile, "No, I'm fine. I've just been swamped with school work and trying to focus on passing this year. Next time you guys go on some wild crazy double date thing, let me know and I promise I'll be there."

I pull my hands out of hers and slowly back up before sending her one last smile and turning to walk to my room. It wasn't really a lie; I am drowning in homework and it is one of the reason I'm lacking in the sleep department.

I fall onto my bed, but I ignore the tiredness in my eyes as I take out my math textbook and open it. I also pull out a pencil and notebook before getting down to work.

It feels like years before I'm just about finished with the problems some idiot thought to put into a book to torture me. I lay my pencil down and fall back against my pillow before closing my eyes.

I let out a deep needed sigh and try to relax. Suddenly there's a cold tight grip on my wrist and out of fright I jump up from my position. I sit up straight and rip open my eyes, but my room is empty just as it was moments ago. I let out a shaky laugh and run my hands over my face.

My lack of sleep is obviously getting to me. My body involuntarily shivers as a gust of cold air circulates my room. I slowly look up to my window and notice that's now wide open.

It definitely wasn't that way when laid down.