A Twist of Fate -Derek Hale (Teen Wolf)

Season Three: Chaos Rising

Stiles, Scott, and I are walking down a sidewalk to some girls house.

"What?" Stiles asks Scott.

"What do you mean what?" Scott asks.

"I mean what. You know what."

"What? What?"

"That look you were giving."

"I didn't give a look."

"It was a distinct look Scott."

"What look?"

"Like the last thing you feel like doing right now is going to a party."

"That's how I feel." I add into their banter.

Ignored as usual, Scott continues.

"It's not that. It just seems a little weird going to a different high school's party."

"Oh my God! One drink, alright? You'll be fine. I went to nursery school with this girl, okay? She promised to introduce us to all her friends. So, tonight, no Allison, no Derek, no Lydia. Tonight, we're moving on."

"You're right. "

"That's right I'm right."

"We're moving on."

"Upward and upward."

"Let's do this."

They do some wired handshake and than walk up to the house.

"How does my breath smell?" Scott asks.

"Like dog treats." I say, seriousness written on my face.

"Haha," Scott mocks. "Do you have any gum?"

"No, no gum." Stiles says. "You're fine."

"You're not the one with wolf smelling." I inhale through my nose. "Yup, dog treats."

"Tess, shut up. Anyways, you didn't tell me what kind of party this is." Scott informs Stiles.

We walk inside and I hear a girl yell,

"Stiles!"

A pretty blonde comes over and kisses Stiles.

"So glad you made it." She says.

"Me too." Stiles replys.

"Come down stairs with me and help me pick out a bottle of wine."

"Yes."

Stiles glances at me and Scott than departs. Scott walks over to the blondes friends and says,

"Hey."

The girl looks him up and down than leaves. I laugh.

"Nice job Scotty."

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The next day, Isaac asked me to come to Derek's loft and be there while Peter tries to help Isaac get his memory back.

I walk into the loft and see Isaac pacing while Derek's sitting at his desk. No one acknowledges my presence so I do.

"Hey Tessa, how are you? I'm good, you?" I sarcastically say.

Derek looks at me and glares while Isaac hides a smile.

"Tough crowd. Glares-a-lot. Curly." I say.

I walk over and sit on the desk, my back to Isaac.

"I'm starting to not like this idea." Isaac says. "It sounds kind of dangerous. You know what, I defiantly don't like this idea and I defiantly don't like him."