Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf
Why can't my brain ever shut up and let me finish my other stories? Gah. This is a multi-chapter one-shot. Derek is Alpha, the characters may be slightly OOC, and this is a Derek Hale & OC pairing. Rated M for lemons and language. Enjoy, or not.
Full summary: Hayley Stilinski and Derek Hale hate each other. For a long time, Hayley enjoyed the normalcy of her relationship with Isaac Lahey, the outcast lacrosse player with an abusive father. But when Isaac begins to hang out with Derek, Isaac breaks up with Hayley leaving her without a purpose. In the mist of her heartbreak, an unlikely person comes to show Hayley that the line between love and hate is very thin.
Thin Lines
Hayley
"You're breaking up with me?" I can barely get the words out as my throat closes up, the air seems to thin, my heart beats rather loudly threatening to burst and kill me. Is it possible to die of heart ache? Of course not. That's just cheesy bullshit Hollywood flicks feeds our brains with. Still, why do I feel like my life is ending? Oh right, because the guy I imagined to have babies with is dumping me rather unceremoniously.
"We are too different, Hayley." Isaac replies indifferently and as if he is in a hurry to get away from me. "You are too bubbly, popular, smart, pretty and normal for me. I'm a fuck up with an abusive father and a dead mother."
I narrow my eyes and frown unable to comprehend Isaac's words. The fact that we are different is what attracted us to each other in the first place; opposites attract isn't that what people say? But we are not as different as Isaac claims us to be as we both lost our mothers at a young age. So the whole 'we are too different' excuse is shit. At least he is not using the "it's not you, it's me" bullshit line, I think bitterly to 's another reason, and I will find out. If the reason turns out to have two legs and a vagina, I swear I will sucker punch her for destroying my greatest accomplishment.
For a year and a half, Isaac Lahey and I have been the greatest couple in Beacon Hills High. Our relationship has so far been the most stable relationship in teenage history. Of course we argue and say hurtful things, but we never break up or stay mad for more than a day. And even though we are only seventeen, I know I love Isaac and want everything with him. Up until a month ago, I was sure Isaac felt the same. I thought our relationship was strong with no secrets between us apparently I was wrong. Suddenly Isaac began to act odd and withdrawn. Every time I tried to get together with him after school or on the weekend, Isaac always made up excuses to not see me. Usually his excuses were about after school tutoring or too much work. Obviously I knew he was lying the whole time, but I wanted him to come clean on his own. I would forgive him, and we would carry on with our perfect relationship. The universe has another thing in mind though, and we have finally reached our end point. I just hope it hadn't been during Lydia's eighteenth birthday party. Fuck you universe!
If there was one thing I had over Lydia Martin, the genius and popular bitch, was my enviable and steady relationship with Isaac, rebel and outcast. But that is gone now, and once Lydia finds out about the breakup, I will never hear the end of this. My eyes fill with tears at that thought. How can Isaac do this to me? How can he humiliate me? I ball my fists angrily and look down up into Isaac's eyes. There has to be some way to fix this! It can't just end like this! Hayley Stilinski does not give up. Ever.
"Let's talk about this," I clear my throat trying to steady my voice. "Isaac…"
"Don't make this harder than it has to be," Isaac interrupts very rudely and urgently. "We're over." He snaps.
"Tell me why." I want to shriek but it is best to avoid unwanted attention. "Tell me really why. I deserve as much because the whole we're different is bullshit, Isaac. There's someone else isn't there? I've seen you hanging out with that slut Erica Reyes!" My last words are emphasized by a shove to his chest, but it's like he's made of stone and doesn't even sway which makes me angrier and wish I could rip his balls off, but his next words drain all anger out of me.
"Because I don't love you! Okay? I don't love you anymore, Hayley." For a second I swear his eyes have changed into a deep, bright golden, but he closes them briefly taking a deep, cleansing breath. When he opens them again, they are back to his normal light blue. He grabs my arms gently and pulls me close, and for a second I think he's going to kiss me and say it's all a joke, a sick fucking joke. "There's no one else. I just can't be with you; I don't want to hurt you." He whispers in my ear to prevent the onlookers from hearing anything. "I'm sorry."
Then his arms are gone leaving me cold and numb unable to comprehend how he doesn't want to hurt me, yet he is walking away and, well, hurting me. How can he not love me? When did he decide he didn't love me? All this time, he has probably been lying. He's been playing me. I stand alone in the corner by the punch table for a while with my breathing comes rapidly as if I have run a marathon. Regaining the use of my legs, I stomp away and into the opulent house of Lydia Martin. I need to get out of here before my embarrassing breakup spreads like wild fire. As I walk, I swear I can feel the entire school's eyes on me. They know. They surely heard… Once inside, I seek my brother out because he has the keys to the jeep we share. Cursed be our father's salary; it can't even provide me with a cute 2012 Volkswagen beetle for me. I find my idiot brother sitting next to Lydia drooling all over her as he always does. Stiles is clearly rambling and boring Lydia to death. Briefly, I wonder where the hell Jackson is or if this week Lydia and he have broken up. Tears threaten to leak out of my amber eyes at the reminder that I am single as well, but I quickly swallow them and stomp towards my idiot twin brother, Stiles.
Stiles is my fraternal twin, thank God. I couldn't stand looking like him, and he only wishes he could look like me. We Stilinski siblings are also complete opposites in personalities. Stiles is the geeky and awkward guy while I am the smart, with a 3.9 GPA thank you very much, but friendly girl whom everyone wants to talk to. However he does have more of a sense of humor, which sometimes aggravates my father and me because Stiles can never take anything serious. We love each other though. Since I am at the top of the social ladder, I make sure to protect my brother from the harsh words of the assholes, such as Jackson Whittemore. Secretly, I know Stiles tries to protect me from the guys, but he could never hurt a fly. As I approach him, I wonder what he'll do once he learns about Isaac ripping my heart out and stomping all over it.
If Stiles does something, all he will do is get himself beat up. Isaac has a pretty ripped body after several years of working heavily at the local graveyard. Hopefully I will resolve this little problem with Isaac before anyone finds out what happened. I just need to get out of here before people start asking questions about where Isaac is.
"All I'm saying Lyd," Stiles stammers. "If you were Catwoman, I'll be your Batman."
"Listen," Lydia sighs annoyed, and I can tell she's about to unleash her inner bitch. "You're adorable like a puppy. Like a poodle to be exact. I don't date puppies. Or any animal for that matter."
"Did you just call my brother an animal?" I glare at the back of her perfect, genius, strawberry blonde head. "The only animal here is you. Bitch."
Several people gasp and cease their activities to get closer to us and watch the drama unravel. Lydia's eyes narrow as she glares at me no doubt sucker punching me in her mind. Knowing Lydia, this won't go beyond a battle of words. In the end though, she will pretend I didn't insult her and she didn't insult me. The adage "keep your friends close but your enemies closer" is the motto Lydia Martin lives by. She taps her chin thoughtfully.
"Where's Isaac, Hayley?" She asks while a huge grin creeps into her face.
That. Bitch. How did she know? Before I can answer though, Allison comes to my rescue. "Guys, don't start to fight again. Let's enjoy the party, okay?" She gives me a kiss on my cheek then pulls Lydia up. "Come on. You have to entertain your guests." With a wink and sympathetic smile in my direction, Allison takes Lydia away leaving me alone with Stiles and Scott, Stiles best friend and Allison's boyfriend.
With a deep sigh, I crash down on the couch next to Stiles. "I don't know why you like her, Stiles. She's a real bitch." I grumble.
The crowd groans disappointed that the fight didn't go anywhere, but they soon forget about it as they return to dancing, smoking weed, making out or doing stupid shit out by the pool. Scott joins Stiles and me on the couch with two cups of punch in his hands. He hands me one of the cups but says nothing.
"I don't know," Stiles shrugs to my left. "Anyway, where is Isaac? I figured you two would be making out hardcore in a corner, not that it pleases me to know my little sister is making out with her boyfriend. That's just gross. I'm just curious of where is your other half. You guys are never apart. It's weird. Is he getting you a drink or something?"
I stare suspiciously at Stiles. Usually he rambles on when he's nervous, lying or hiding something. The whole time he is talking, he gives me pitiful looks. I turn to look at Scott, and he too has a sympathetic look to his brown eyes. Then, I get it.
"You two knew!" I smack Stiles in the back of his head. "You knew he would break up with me! That's why you didn't want me to come!" And he didn't. Before we left home, Stiles kept asking me if I really wanted to come to Lydia's party. In fact, all week he had been trying to keep me away from this party.
"You don't even like Lydia," he reminded me as he drove us to the party earlier tonight. "Why come to her party?"
"We are friends by convenience," I had responded with a shrug as I applied more lip gloss. "She helps me stay popular, and I don't take her crown as queen bitch. It's a win-win situation."
Of course now it makes sense. Stiles doesn't really care whether I like Lydia or not. He wanted to keep me away from the party because he knew Isaac would break up with me here. How Stiles knew is beyond me, but I will find out.
"How?" I gasp while I look around trying to figure out whether not only did Stiles, Scott, Lydia, and even Allison knew about Isaac thinking of dumping me tonight. By the way everyone seems to be ignoring me, thankfully, no one knew about it.
Stiles and Scott share a look before Stiles answers. "We, huh, heard him talking about it to Jackson yesterday at lacrosse practice."
"A little heads up would have been appreciated." I groan and cover my face with my hands shamefully. "I could have done something!"
"I'm sorry Hayley," Scott gives my right shoulder a gentle squeeze. "We tried talking to him…"
"What?" I shriek rising to my feet. "That could have only made things worst! You probably scared him away. There's no way Isaac will take me back now."
"Oh my God!" Lydia squeals from behind me. "You just got dumped? Baby! That sucks!" She pouts indignant and sympathetic while I can see the delighted and all-knowing glint in her evil eyes. "Listen, let's get you wasted and find you a cute guy who will make you forget the grave digger."
"Woah, woah," Stiles protests pulling me away from Lydia's embrace. "She's not getting wasted and or hooking up with some random dude. Hayley, we're going home." He throws his arm around me and begins to steer me away. "We'll stop on our way for some ice cream, and I'll even sit to watch Twilight with you."
"Don't crawl away to your house to lick your wounds," Lydia begins with a satisfied look in her face. "Show the grave digger he's not the only toad in the pond." She takes the bottle of tequila out of some guy's hands and dangles it in front of me. "When life gives you lemons…"
I stare at the bottle unsure of what to do. Stiles, Scott, and Allison begin to talk all at once making it hard to think. Then again, I don't want to think. Thinking hurts because my mind keeps going back to Isaac and how he has taken away my only reason for existing.
Since I was little, I lured hurt and stray dogs from the streets. I mended their wounds. Over the years, not only did I heal animals, I healed people. I started my own club at school for lost souls. I helped them deal with bullying, drugs, abuse whether from a parent or a boyfriend/girlfriend. When Allison pointed out Isaac Lahey at the lacrosse game during our sophomore year, she told me of his dark secret, which she heard from Scott. So Isaac had started as just that another broken soul for me to mend. I changed him for the better. Granted, he still didn't have the courage to speak up about his father, but he began to hang out a little more with the lacrosse team. He sat next to me and my friends during lunch. By dating me, he got invited to the parties and no one called him a grave digger anymore, to his face anyway. After all I've done for him and this is how he pays me? By breaking my heart?
Making my decision and ignoring Stiles' protests, I take the bottle from Lydia and take a long swing. I let Lydia get me hammered until I am outside puking my brains out all over the pretty aconitum. Sometime during the party, it started to rain making everyone run inside and enjoy the show that would soon develop. Both Lydia and I bonded over our second bottle of tequila swearing to be best friends for life and began to sing So What by P!nk. After a while, it got so hot inside that I took my blazer off. The guys began to howl, and Lydia, not wanting to get behind, took off her own leather jacket. Soon we were throwing clothes around. I don't know exactly where my blazer, hat, socks and shoes are. All I know is one minute I'm dancing on the table next to Lydia as Stiles yells at me to get down and the next thing I know I'm making out hardcore with Danny, who is so gay. Vomiting the alcohol, pasta and chips I had earlier makes me feel slightly more sober. At least sober enough to remember how it all started with Isaac dumping me.
"Fuck you Isaac Lahey," I grumble slumping down next to my vomit burying my hands in my shoulder length dark brown hair. "Oh that's right. I did fuck you." I give a low chuckle which soon turns into a giggle and then a full out laugh fest as I remember how I took Isaac's virginity a year and a half ago.
With a hand over my mouth, I laugh until my stomach hurts and tears spring to my eyes. He had been so nervous about getting naked with me. But now, he is totally unashamed about sex. In fact, he and I had sex just last week. After he finished, he repeated over and over how much he loved me. How can things just change like that? How can he stop loving me in one week? He probably never even loved me. I bet he just felt like he owed it to me to date me after being his safe haven and the only person he could talk to about his father. Bastard. I need my BFF Tequila to forget about Isaac fucking Lahey. As I'm heading back inside to find Danny, and possibly attempt to ungay him, I hear the sound of sloppy kisses. You know those that are like with lots of tongue, saliva, and lip sucking. With a grimace I hasten my steps but stop when I hear the couple's voices.
"Scott, stop," Allison giggles from a dark corner. "Let's go back inside."
"Nah, let's have our own party out here," Scott chuckles while Allison moans. Fanfuckingtastic. I get to hear my two best friends, who are so in love, get it on. Lucky sons of female dogs. I move closer to the door leading back into the house but then I hear my name.
"I'm worried about Hayley. Aren't you worried about her? And Stiles. Lydia might rape him." Allison says breathlessly followed by movement alerting me that the make out session is over, for now.
Scott lets out a throaty laugh. "Stiles would love it if Lydia rapes him. Let them have fun; they're both totally wasted." At some point, I shoved half a bottle of Bacardi down Stiles throat. He started to loosen up and join in the festivities. Lydia and he disappeared a while ago to get it on no doubt. "Hayley does worry me. She shouldn't be drinking when she's heartbroken."
"I know," Allison sighs. "Are you sure you can't do anything about this? Can't you, I don't know, challenge Derek?"
Derek? As in Derek Hale? What the fuck does Derek Hale have to do with Isaac breaking up with me? If there's anyone at fault here, it is definitely that slut, Erica. Thinking back, Erica was an epileptic outcast whom I felt sorry for and tried helping. Of course she thought I was just trying to get close to her and humiliate her. Two months ago though, she turned into some sort of supermodel and the seizures disappeared. Erica took the reputation of the school whore when rumors spread of her giving blow jobs to the entire swim team. Then a little less than a month ago, I caught Isaac and Erica talking very quietly and quite close to each other outside the locker room. When I demanded an explanation, Erica laughed at me and left Isaac to deal with the problem which he never did. Isaac had only kissed me and told me I was imagining things. How stupid could I have been to believe him then? Still intrigued as to what Derek could possibly have done, I stay still as I wait for Allison and Scott to elaborate.
"Challenge Derek? You know I can't do that. He's Alpha, and I'm just a Beta. He'll tear me to pieces besides if Isaac joined him willingly there's nothing I can do. He's part of Derek's pack." Scott snorts.
"Stiles was pretty pissed though," Allison continues. "His face turned a really scare red. I thought his head was going to explode."
"I know," Scott sighs. "Me too. I had to hold him back from punching both Derek and Isaac. Even Lydia was pissed."
Lydia? Pissed off because Isaac dumped me? And Stiles… My brother, Stiles Stilinski, almost punched Derek and Isaac? Stiles is not a particularly violent person. I must be dreaming. This whole conversation sounds so surreal. In what world does Lydia get upset because I get dumped? In what universe does Stiles get violent? In what fucking dimension does Derek fit into my love life? Yup, too much booze. I need to take a walk and clear my mind. With the conversation still reeling in my head, I walk through the dance floor ignoring invitations to join in and walk out the door unsteadily. Outside again, the cold air clears my head enough.
Wait… What the fuck? Derek? Alpha? Pack? Derek? Alpha and pack are words that are usually used when describing wolves. As in animal wolves. Is Derek creating some sort of gang with my boyfriend? Scratch that… Ex-boyfriend. A couple of blocks away from Lydia's house, I realize that I'm not wearing any shoes or a jacket. No wonder I'm freezing. Why did I think it was a good idea to wear a mini dress tonight? Knowing I'm too far to go back to Lydia's house, I continue to walk. In my drunkenness, I stumble and fall face down badly scrapping my knees and hands. Hissing in pain, I try to get up but the world spins and spins.
"Ok, never drinking again, ever." I whisper as bile rises up my esophagus again. "Fuck." Sitting on the sidewalk as best as I can while wearing a tight, glittery golden, mini dress without showing my undies turns out to be a real bitch, but I manage it.
Watching the light change from green, to yellow, to red, I ponder what I did wrong. Did I not please Isaac anymore? Did he not like how I kissed him and how we made love? Is that why he went to Erica? What do I have to do to get him back? Never in our relationship did I ever give him a blowjob. I always thought it was a little gross and weird to put his dick in my mouth. Allison told me it's not so bad once I get used to it; she says it's very much like sucking on a lollypop. Her description sort of scarred me for life. For like two weeks, I couldn't look at Scott without thinking of a lollypop. Lydia, yes I take advice from her too, says it's all about attraction. If I'm not attracted to Isaac's dick, I won't like sucking on it. Her words also scarred me. But is that all it takes to keep him with me? To think of him as a lollypop? No. It can't be my inability to give him a blowjob. He just doesn't love me anymore.
Looking up at the dark and starless sky, I finally let the tears fall. It's been about three hours since Isaac pulled me outside to a corner to say "I can't date you anymore." Sweet and to the point. Asshole.
"I loved you." I whisper to the night as I hug myself feeling extremely cold and numb that has nothing to do with the fifty degree weather or the alcohol.
When will I feel whole again? One of the things Lydia told me in our drunkard states, other than Isaac being probably gay, is that our hearts will bleed and break several times in our teenage years, but one day the right one will come along that will make everything worth it. Of course Lydia Martin would know about heartbreak since Jackson breaks it every week and the only reason she's with him is because she is the queen bee and he is the jock.
Isaac, I thought, was the one. We were perfectly happy with just lying on the grass at night just looking up at the stars holding hands and talking. I could picture us together at our wedding, at the first ultrasound, the birth of every single one of our children, and both of us old and grey on a porch looking at our grandchildren play. What am I to do with all those plans? What am I to do with all the love I still have for him?
Bright headlights heading towards me from down the street to my right interrupt my train of thought. My eyes, red from crying, can't take the light, so I cover them with my left hand. The driver keeps going heading towards Lydia's house leaving me alone again with only my tears as company. Just as I am about to resume my crying, the car that passed seconds ago is coming back towards me. This time, the driver slows down as he, or she, approaches me, a distraught, drunk, barefoot, crying and very much defenseless teen. If the person in the car has evil intentions, I won't be able to stop him, or her I don't only attract gay guys you know. Once the car stops directly in front of me, I narrow my eyes and my mouth sets in a thin line as I'm finally capable of recognizing the car, a dark Chevrolet Camaro, and by consequence the owner of it.
"Derek Hale," I murmur as the window to the passenger seat is rolled down.
"Well, well, well," he leans over to look down at me sitting on the sidewalk. For once in my life, the grin on Derek's face makes my heart skip a beat, if I didn't hate him, I'd say he looks drop dead sexy. But I do hate him and seeing those mocking, yet beautiful, green eyes, I glare at him as I rise to my feet.
"Get away from me," I say while crossing my arms and beginning to walk away.
The car moves slow enough to keep up with me. "Trying to be a good Samaritan and offer a stranded teenager a lift home."
"I'm not stranded," yet as I say the words, I realize that I am in fact stranded, abandoned, forsaken, forgotten… "What do you want Hale?"
"To help," he shouts from inside the car.
"To help?" I snort and stop walking to turn and glare at him. "Since when do you help, Hale?"
"Since I heard what happened," he averts his eyes and taps his fingers against the steering wheel. "I heard that Isaac broke up with you. I just want to make sure you're all right, and by the looks of it, you are not."
There are few times that I, Hayley Joy Stilinki, have ever been rendered speechless, and most of them, surprisingly enough, are during my encounters with Derek Hale. Our arguments always start with insults, but he ends up winning with sexual innuendos that leave me blushing and speechless. Yet another reason to hate him. Still, every time it happens, I am surprised at how easily this arrogant asshole can shut me up quick. First of all, how in the hell did Derek hear about the breakup? Especially so quickly. Well, according to rumors, which I am not always quick to believe, Derek Hale is responsible for Isaac dumping me. As I said, I don't usually believe rumors. Second, did he really just drive out to a high school party to find me and make sure I am taking the breakup well? Maybe he's expecting me to be so drunk he'll be able to score. Fat chance sexy. Wait… Did I just call him sexy in my head? Anyway, lastly why would he bother to score with me? He could have any girl he wants. There's something going on because Derek Hale never does things without reason.
Derek and I have never liked each other. Our rivalry began the night he ran over my bike eight years ago. Since then, Derek has done everything and anything possible to annoy me, such as call me Bones, for my slim frame, or Stinky Stilinski, just because it rhymes. Usually I make fun of the time he was arrested for breaking and entering into the Argent's home. Sometimes I even call him a pedophile for hanging around the high school when he graduated six years ago. The whole thing is childish, but I hate him because over the years I've realized he is bossy, arrogant, and bad news. Granted, I find him sort of endearing and sexy with that mysterious, dark, bad boy kind of vibe. That was until I found my own bad boy, Isaac.
Remembering Isaac, I straighten up and look away from Derek as the tears roll silently down my cheeks. Discreetly, I wipe my face with my right shoulder and continue to walk. To my surprise, Derek sighs loudly and gets out of his car. I pick up my pace, but he is a monster of six foot something with seriously ripped arms and washboard abs no doubt… Woah. Shut up you stupid brain. We do not find him sexy. We do not find him sexy. Shit, I lost my train of thought… Suddenly, he's in front of me blocking my path.
"Don't be so stubborn Stilinski," he motions to his car with his left hand. "Let me take you home. You are barefoot, wearing a flimsy outfit, and smell highly of alcohol…"
"Leave me alone," I try to move past him but just then the nausea hits me again, and I'm soon doubled over vomiting all over his shoes. To my surprise, Derek gathers my hair in one hand moving it out of the way while with the other he rubs my back as I keep vomiting.
"I don't think I should take you home," he mutters once I'm wiping my mouth with the back of my hand and feeling my cheeks redden at the aggravating situation. "It's best if I take you to my place until the alcohol gets out of your system." He pulls a cellphone out of his leather black jacket then after seconds of silent deliberation, he also takes his jacket off and offers it to me.
I stare at the jacket on his outstretched hand as if it is a bomb about to go off. "What do you want?" I repeat my earlier question while watching him closely.
When I say Derek never struck me as the helpful type, I mean it. He is the 'I'll help you as long there's something in it for me' type. Then again I have never been in this type situation where I actually need help getting home, or not getting home because if I show up intoxicated, the sheriff will murder Stiles and me and get away with it. Still, I am so not about to become indebted to Derek Hale without knowing exactly what he is getting out of helping me.
"I told you," he rolls his beautiful green eyes at me and steps closer to place his large jacket over my petite frame. "I just want to help."
And yet as he says it, I can see how his pupils dilate which wouldn't be weird if I hadn't read somewhere that sometimes pupils dilate when a person is aroused, or in dark areas. Still, I can also see that his smirk is not genuine, and again the rumors of Derek being involved with my break up interrupt all other thoughts. This could be my only chance to find out what exactly happened with Isaac, and possibly get him back. With a polite and even sheepish smile, I stick my hands into Derek's jacket as a plan forms in my head: Derek Hale prepare to be seduced.
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