Chapter 1: Studio
Jess P.O.V
I sat in my otherwise empty dance studio and listened to my dance routine song. I laid down in the middle of the open floor and stared at the ceiling. My mind wandered to memories.
"Can you go away? I need to practice." I said to the 15 year old boy standing in front of me. He was about the same age as I was.
"I just want to watch. You're graceful." He said in a flirty tone. I rolled my eyes.
"Leave, Please?" I looked over to him from across the small dance studio, my eyes pleading. He smiled.
"Only if you tell me your name." He said, he never seemed to stray from the flirty and somewhat arrogant tone.
I pondered for a moment. There was no way I was giving up my name without a fight of some sort.
"If you can do one decent dance, I'll tell you my name." I said, leaning against the mirrored wall. His smile turned upside down for a small second then he smiled wickedly at me.
He chuckled. He looked me in the eyes from across the studio. He started moving, almost mechanically, doing the robot for about 5 seconds then quit to utter his victory. I sighed and dropped my head.
"Name please?" He said, cocky.
"Jessica, I prefer Jess." I said in defeat. He smiled a more genuine smile.
"I'm Der-" I cut him off before he could finish.
"I know who you are." I said, somewhat bitter.
He was the popular guy, with tons of meathead friends and girls hanging over his every action. Typical arrogant boy.
He nodded and smiled.
"Now, You know my name. Can I please practice in peace?" I said, looking over to the stereo. He looked sort of disappointed but he shoved it off just as quick as it appeared.
"Stay pretty, Jess." He said with a wink before turning out of the studio.
I smiled at the precious memory. The memory of my Derek. The 15 year old boy when I met him. I wondered what he was doing nowadays.
My mind wandered further.
It was a sad story, really.
I met Derek Hale one day while practicing my dance routine for my upcoming recital. He had been yelling and causing distractions while I was trying to dance. I confronted him in front of his friends, bad idea. He acted arrogant and glib, as usual around his friends.
He followed me back to Beacon Hills High School's small dance studio and watched for a moment before I caught him.
Really from then on, We got closer and fell for each other. We were together for a while actually. About a year and a half, Until his family home caught fire and he left Beacon Hills with his sister Laura. Without warning, I might mention.
I was heartbroken. All I got was a note written by him, vaguely explaining why he left.
Dear Jess, I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I left with no warning or goodbye. I can't deal with the fire. I will always love you Jessica Faith Colten. Always. Love, Derek.
I remembered reading that note over and over again, crying my eyes out every damn time.
Everywhere in Beacon Hills became a reminder of him. And I mean everything. I would walk down the hall and see his locker, or see one of our little hideout spots when we skipped to be together.
'2 years, Jess. 2 years and you can run away from this pain. Go to dance school in New York. Be a dancer.' I always told myself.
I repeated the same sentence in my head every time I saw something that reminded me of him or every time someone would ask me where he went.
And good thing I did repeat that same sentence. Because there I was. 6 years later. Graduated from NYU Tisch School of Arts. A professional dancer in New York. I achieved my dream, but it was all so bittersweet.
Something seemed empty as I lied down on the floor of the dance studio where my current job practiced. Something was missing. Derek was missing from my life.
I decided then to go back to Beacon Hills, just to see my family and friends. I knew there was no way Derek had gone back. No way in hell.
I went to my fancy city loft that I shared with a close friend that I met when I first got here. Her name was Elliana and she was also a dancer.
I went straight to my room and grabbed a large black suitcase from my closet. I rushed around my room, trying to find things to pack, causing lots of noises.
Elliana came through the open door and sighed.
"This isn't because of Derek is it?" She said, somewhat sad. Her medium length blonde hair was thrown in a messy bun. Her dark brown eyes looked me over as she sat in the bean bag chair I kept by my door.
"No El. I just want to see my family. I miss my parents and Holly." I said looking into my empty suitcase. I really did miss my parents and my baby sister, Holly. She was about 2 ½ years old.
"I'll help." She said, nodding.
She helped me pack efficiently. I fit about 2 months worth of clothes, not knowing how long I'd be gone. She helped me sort out work. I was only a backup dancer so I didn't have to worry. I called my parents and told them I'd be home in about 7 hours after a 6 hour flight.
Once I got off of the plane, I called my mom so she could come pick me up. She sounded really happy to hear that I was almost home.
I was standing outside of the airport waiting for her, I saw her brand new looking white Mazda 3. She always loved to show that she had a little bit of money under her belt. Mom was a trauma surgeon and dad was a general surgeon.
I ran up and hugged my mother, who was carrying Holly.
"Sissy!" I heard Holly say, happily. I hadn't seen her since Christmas. Her light brown hair was longer, her green eyes the same as I remembered.
I hugged my mom and my sister. My mom and I cried, of course.
The entire way home my mom and I talked about school, work and dancing. Unfortunately, Boys came up.
"You really haven't seen anyone else since Derek?" My mother said, unbelievingly.
"I haven't" I said, looking out of the window. The rest of the ride, 10 minutes, was silent beside Holly making toddler sounds at a toy I had given her at Christmas.
Once we were home, We pulled into the long driveway to see dad opening a bottle of wine, Smiling widely.
I got settled into my old room, which was exactly the same. I walked down the steps and into the kitchen. I found my parents searching through the cabinets to find something to eat.
"Hey guys, I'm going to go into town for a while. See some old places. I'll be back later." I said. Holly had been put in bed earlier.
"Have fun sweetie. We'll probably be sleeping by the time you get back." Dad said with a warm smile. I nodded.
"Love you guys." I said, grabbing Mom's keys. She said I could drive her car when I needed and I hadn't had any wine like they had.
I walked down the driveway a bit and opened the car door. I climbed in and sat for a minute.
'Would it be okay? To go to mine and Derek's place? Sure. Just to be around a memorable place.' I just wanted to be where Derek and I had once been happy.
I started the car and pulled out of the driveway. I drove down the roads in order to get to Beacon Hills reserve. I parked the car and looked at the time. It was 10:30. And really dark. I didn't care though. I wanted to be at our place.
I made my way through the woods and found myself in a familiar clearing, a worn down building barely standing in the middle. I smiled to myself.
I approached the tall, abandoned building and stepped inside. I remembered this old distillery like it was yesterday when Derek and I would come here and make out or look out at the stars.
I turned slightly and saw a giant spiral, I didn't remember that being there. I shrugged it off.
I sighed and took a folded half piece of paper out of my pocket and unfolded it.
Dear Jess, I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I left with no warning or goodbye. I can't deal with the fire. I will always love you Jessica Faith Colten. Always. Love, Derek.
I read the note for the billionth time and smiled weakly. I felt a warm tear make it's way down my cheek. I wiped it away and sighed. I refolded it and placed it in the back pocket of my jeans.
I laid down on the dirty floor of the distillery and looked through the holes of the ceiling, like Derek and I would always do. I saw the same stars as I did the first night he told me he loved me.
Derek and I were laying on the cold floor of the dusty, abandoned distillery. We looked up at the stars.
He had his left arm under my neck in such a position to where he could play with a section of my reddish-brown hair. He twirled the section in his fingers softly.
We had been together for about 3 or 4 months, and we loved every minute of it.
"Do you see that star?" Derek said, suddenly, pointing up through the ceilings at a very bright, shiny star. I nodded. "That's you. Expect you can dance, the star can't." He added quietly. I chuckled and moved closer to his side.
"I'm serious." He said, looking down to me, I was at his shoulder. I smiled and leaned up to kiss him. Our lips touched and everything was so perfect.
We laid like that for several more minutes, observing the stars, until he spoke up again.
"I love you, Jess." He said gently. I looked up at him, somewhat shocked. That was the first time he said it.
"I love you too, Derek." I said with a sweet, warm smile. He leaned down to kiss me.
I felt another tear stream down my face at another bittersweet memory of my beloved Derek.
I got up from the floor and brushed myself off after hearing my stomach growl. I dusted my legs with my hands and looked up to see a tall, lean figure standing in the doorway of the distillery.
I gasped as the figure took me by surprise. I studied the unmoving figure. It seemed to be about 6 feet tall and wearing jeans and a t-shirt. I inched closer to the figure, it still didn't move.
A cold chill was sent up my spine when I looked into those dreamy, green eyes with brown flecks. I could see them under the half moon's light.
"Derek?" I said, hesitant and breathless. I was holding back tears. 'Could it really be him? My Derek? Mine?' I said to myself.
The figure stepped forward a bit more into the moonlight. To my disbelief, Derek Hale was standing in front of me. My Derek Hale.
A/N: OMG! See, My bio says that I've been working on another fic and here it is! Well, the first chapter anyway. So, please please please tell me what you guys think so far? Yes? No? Maybe so? R&R. Happy Reading my loves!