Strange things always happen in the town of Beacon Hills, and life is hard for teenagers, with things like exams, classes, pesky teachers, drama and the occasional full moon, no one can really be prepared for anything.
That leads us to the main prot...
They say locked doors are meant to keep intruders out, but what happens when they climb through your second story window and aren't really an intruder? Well, currently that was my situation, Derek showed up sometime around 5 o' clock and he's just been here talking, or brooding, it's hard to tell really.
Ever since that night he came to my room around midnight, he texts me on occasion, but seeing him in person is a really rare occurrence. He was really wrapped up in whatever was happening with him and Scott, and he doesn't really like to tell me about it. I'm not sure as to why he won't tell me though, maybe it's fear or concern, but it's really hard to tell whenever he's constantly scowling and just staring at me.
"So how are you gonna help, Scott exactly?" I asked him as I searched for my comb on my dresser, I looked up at the mirror to see him watching me, but when our eyes met he looked away,
"I'm gonna test his adaptability, see if he can think on his feet," Derek said as he kept his eyes off me, I hummed as I found my comb and walked back over to my bed, "he'll need it if he's gonna survive the argents or the alpha,"
I sat down on my bed and he sat on the cushioned area next to the window. I looked at him as I combed my hair, and he kept looking at me and looking away. It was cute, for someone so intimidating to act shy was very adorable.
"The Argents? Huh? I don't see Allison as the werewolf hunting type," I said with a smile, and I noticed his jaw tighten,
"Trust me, the argent women can be more dangerous than they appear," Derek said with a tone of malice,
"Hmmm, well, on a different note...how old are you? Exactly?" I questioned as I realised he never told me,
"Old enough," he started to say and I paused as I waiting for him to continue, "that if anyone were to see the two of us together, alone in your room, I'd be arrested,"
"Okay, so how old are you exactly?" I asked again, this time with more emphasis, Derek glanced up at me with his eyebrow raised and I tilted my head as I waited for an answer,
"I'm 22," Derek deadpanned, I chuckled at his reaction, he looked at me and smiled slightly, though it quickly faded as he stood up abruptly,
"It's getting late, I need to find Scott," Derek said as he around my room nervously, looking everywhere but me,
I moved over and opened the window for him and he climbed out. However, before he jumped down he glanced back at me, I crossed my arms over my bare chest and his eyes went down then back up to meet my eyes.
"Remember, if you see or hear anything..." Derek started to say,
"Call you or Scott," I said finishing the sentence for him, "I know, I'll be safe, so you do the same,"
