The Sicilian Defence [Derek Hale]

Chapter Sixty-Five

"Hey, hey, hey, shoes and coat," I cut in and Scott grabbed onto them throwing them at me. "Why are we doing this? Why am I leaving?"

"Trust me," Derek urged.

"I don't trust you."

"Yes you do," he countered as I got pushed out of the door and it slammed shut behind me.

"No I don't!" I called back. Slouching down on the stairs I began to pull on the converse before I pulled the coat onto my body. I suppose I could harass Noah for a little while.

Noah wasn't in.

Looking around my old bedroom I tried to find anything else that would bring me happiness and entertainment. There wasn't much to do. I suppose I could find a few things that I can invade Derek's loft with until we move since with the Deadpool being over we're supposed to leave soon. I don't know how soon but I hope it's soon.

Stepping over to the cupboards, I swung them open only for a couple of things to fall down at my feet. It was Stiles' stuff. Stiles who'd shoved things he didn't want out of his room into my room so he didn't have to deal with it. That absolute brat. Rolling my eyes, I picked them up and shoved them back into the cupboard closing the door quickly so they didn't fall out again. I can leave them to another time.

Digging under the bed, my hand came in contact with something soft. Clutching onto it tightly I pulled it from out the hidden crevices to see it was a stuffed cow toy. I'd had it when I was a child and it used to never leave my arms. Always being carried with me everywhere that I went. Biting back the smile I checked it over for any ruin. It was a rag-tag mess but it was well kept considering how much use I had out of it.

I missed my parents, and my childhood, and everything that was ever good. It seems weird to think how far I've come and how I've technically gone and changed species since I was a child. Some things just don't make sense and yet it would feel weird if it hadn't happened.

A couple of hours later and a knock came to the door. Pushing myself to my feet, I dodged the few things that were dotted on the floor and headed downstairs. No-one was at the door. A crash came from upstairs and I quickly bolted back to the bedroom but as I got there, there was no-one. Instead, there was a bag on the bed. Jumping over to the window, I tossed my head out only to see the faint sight of the Camaro leaving.

Derek.

Except he has no werewolf powers.

Scott.

Grabbing onto the edge of the bag, I pulled it back only to see a black satin dress in there. It was one I'd worn a lot in Scotland when my friends and I did themes for the pub crawl or clubbing. Granted, when I wore this dress we were always doing our best to look as formal and out of place as possible but that's beside the point. This is starting to feel like one of those cheesy movies and yet it did bring some excitement.

It was hours later when the doorbell rang again and I smoothed down the dress before turning to open the door. Since it was a sleek dress I'd matched it with a pair of black heels and eye-liner being wary to keep the make-up simple. Jogging down the stairs, awkwardly since I hadn't worn heels in years, I swung open the door only to be greeted with flowers.

"Oh, I forgot how short you were," Derek's voice sounded before the flowers were lowered from my face and I frowned at the said man.

"Short? I'm 5ft 6....that's above average height I'll have you know," I countered and he rolled his eyes but the smile was there. The smile that never used to exist. "What are the flowers for?"

"Well, I heard women like that kind of thing," he said as he passed the flowers.

A smirk formed on my face at the words, "is this Derek Hale admitting that he knows nothing about women?"