If I could remember
Derek tells me it's okay. That if it's not important, to ignore it. All that I need to worry about is the full moon and even then, he would handle that. Locking me up by a pole and insulting me all day, with my height and my mannerisms of being oh so naive. As if he got the whole Alpha role down pack, all his family is gone and he talks to a newbie werewolf, and his super out there best friend. I don't know about Lydia, she has to being something. Beacon Hills is all access, battery bad of supernatural. Anything could be everything here. When he tells me not to think about it, I can't help but think about it.
There had to be documents about my parents, stories about their transformation into a werewolf. How I stayed in Mexico half naked, for six years and no memory of how I gotten bitten and what the bite could do to me. Only when I came here, Derek was the only thing that felt right. Don't get it twisted it's not some lovesick, unrequited crap. He's not into me and I don't think I would even want myself to be into him. Too familiar. Close. Sure, I see the perks of having a good looking wanna be Alpha around. Derek Hale is entirely incapable of making me hot and bothered.
His house made love to American Horror Story, his clothes is in love with Hot topic, and he makes brooding look like a career.
"Your not left footed, so don't pretend like you are," Derek says, hitting my knee and I panicked and got nipped on the neck, only seeing blood. Right. Its my hair. I huffed it away and limped a distance away, staring him over. Yeah, not interesting enough to like.
I rub out injury and duck under his arm and punch his side with my fist, and he twisted around me and gripped my arm around my shoulder. I scowl in a grimace. Okay maybe a little bit. His mush was paralyzing my senses and making me double check my comebacks, none of them made any sizzle. I stare into nothing, cold water at my throat and humming in my ears and being carried. Where did I go? Who took me? I subconsiously step out of his hold and kicked his shin, growling in his face as my claws neared his heart. HIs blue green eyes blugged at me and I could swear he swallowed. Did he think I would kill him? That I was a killer?
I clear my throat and slap at his face and get off of him, holding at my hand.
"You called me kid when first met, I would have killed you a long time ago."