Revenge is best served with a side of jealousy
Hey everyone! I just finished reading The Reckoning. Since then I've read some Derek/Chloe fanfictions. I was inspired to write my own, so here it is. This is set around half a year after The Reckoning.
Warning: Maybe be a bit OOC. I'll try and keep them in character. I also haven't written in a while, so my writing might be a little dusty.
Chloe stood in front of the full-sized mirror that hung on the pale pink wall of her room. Her sullen reflection stared back at her, silently. The black hair dye had faded from her hair. It was now back to being a luscious strawberry-blonde. Her eyes were a dark shade of blue that contrasted harshly with her pale and tear streaked face.
The bedroom door opened and closed with an almost silent click. "Wolf-boys an idiot." Tori stated bluntly, as padded over Chloe. The harsh statement only made the Necromancer flinch, but she didn't tear her gaze away from the mirror. "You'll see. He'll realize what a mess he's made, just you wait." Tori spoke matter-of-factly, as slid an arm around her friends shoulder.
"Do you really think so?" Chloe sniffed, finally turning her back on the mirror, fixing her watery eyes on the raven-haired witch. In the past six months, the pair had grown closer and put the bad things behind them. They were still being hunted, and arguing wouldn't make their current situation any better.
"I think so. But you don't deserve to be treated like crap! So my advice would be to tell him to jog-on." She wrinkled her nose in disgust. "Even Simon is pissed at him and that's saying something."
Snippets of the humiliating day rushed through Chloe head, like scenes from a movie.
The cafeteria was buzzing with activity. Students and teachers bustled around, to and from the large room. Tables quickly filled up, friends took the opportunity to catch up, before they went their separate ways after lunch. Chloe plopped down at the table closest to the large window, which let in a lot of sunlight. She was greeted by Simon and Tori, as she placed her tray on the table.
"Hey Chloe, have you seen Derek?" Simon asked, as he twisted his head to scope the room. "He should be here by now." He wasn't worried, Derek could look after himself. But it wasn't like him to be late for lunch.
"Yeh, where is Dog-breath?" Tori chimed unhelpfully. "It's not like him to pass up the chance to eat. He really wolfs it down!" she quipped. She widened her dark eyes and met Simon's glare with mocking innocent eyes. "What? You know as well as I do that he likes his food."
The Necromancer of the group frowned, deciding to ignore the Witch's comments and instead answered the sorcerer's serious question. "No. I haven't seen him since this morning, in the safe-house." She whispered. They were still on the run and had to mind what they said.
"You're not going to let him tear you down like this," The witch declared firmly. "What he did was unacceptable!" Chloe murmured an incoherent agreement; her thoughts were somewhere else completely.
Chloe's gazed up from her half-eaten lunch, when Derek slid onto the lunch table. He sat next to his stepbrother. His lunch tray was piled high with sausages, pizza and other junk food. Chloe instantly brightened up, a smile tugging at her lips. "Hey Derek," she reached a hand over the table, to lay over his. But he abruptly moved his hand out of her reach with an annoyed grunt. The Necromancer's smile wavered slightly. "What's wrong?"
"You are!" He growled, shocking Simon, Tori and most of all, Chloe.
"W-what?" Chloe whispered, stunned. "W-what do y-you mean?" She could feel the eyes of the people around her, burning a hole through her head. Her face burned red with humiliation.
"What I mean, Chloe, is that I don't think we're good together." He stated, his bright green eyes boring into her, gaze unwavering.
A harsh, barking laugh erupted from Chloe's left. Chloe lifted her watering eyes, gaze locking onto a beautiful brunette girl. She was Chloe's opposite; tall, dark, curvy and athletic. Her eyes were a deep slate gray, surrounded by thick black eyelashes. She wore a sleek knee-length dress, with clear stockings, black leather boots and gold accessories. "What Derek is trying to say..." She flicked her long hair over her shoulders. "Is that he doesn't want you anymore. Not when he has me." She smiled, but it lacked friendliness and looked something like a snarl.
Her posse closed in around the lunch table, their snarling, barking laughter ringing in her ears. Her blue eyes watered and she widened her eyes, refusing to let the tears fall. Her heart leaped into her throat and her ears burned a deep shade of crimson, as the stares and laughing began to get more intense and louder.
Derek never said a word to her after that; he never denied his relationship with Amber. A lump formed in her throat at the memories. He'd promised never to hurt her and here she was, six months later, with her heart in pieces. Tori was right, he wasn't doing to tear her down and ruin her.
Simon stood, forcing the people that had surrounded the table to step back, or be stepped on. Tori was hot on his heels, little sparks dancing along her fingertips. She turned, dark eyes narrowed into slits and she glowered down at the werewolf. "You complete and utter dickhead!" She spat, the sparks dancing along her fingers leaped at the sudden surge or rage. "You have no idea what you've thrown away..."She looped her arm around Chloe's mortified, petite form and lifted her, Simon taking her other side. The sorcerer and witch guided Chloe out of the lunchroom, shoving people out of the way as they walked.
She wasn't going to allow him to wreck her; she wasn't going to be a pining fool. Tori was one step ahead of her, a wide grin stretching across her beautiful face. Her raven-black hair hung in her eyes, covering one dark eye. "We aren't going to let him get away with this." She laughed mischievously, her eyes glimmering. "After all, revenge is best served with a side of jealousy."