Third POV
Scott is an idiot... He shifted right in front of everyone! Hunters will not only find out about him, but about me too. That's what Derek thought, while he angrily made his way to the McCall household in his car. Shortly after he parked in front of the small house, Derek heard more than one heartbeat, so he decided to use the front door. He heard a female voice loudly and angrily shout, "Dean! Either you fucking stay or you leave right out of that door and never come back! I'm serious, I'm done with your bullshit!" She was about to explode with anger, "Sorry, but I don't need any part-time people in my life. You're either with me or you're not. You can't just come and go as you please!" Wow... That girl had an booming voice. He was kind of curious. Why was he, Derek Hale, curious about a girl that he didn't even know? Or better yet, he didn't even see?
Seconds later, a man in his mid-twenties stormed out fo the house with a blank expression. Derek decided to wait till he was gone and that's exactly what he did. He watched him sit down in a black '67 Chevrolet Impala. Still pissed off about the stupid teenager, Derek went to the front door. As he was about to knock, a girl rapidly opened the door. And god was she beautiful. Even with her face full with anger, she looked like a goddess. She had shiny messy, chestnut-brown hair. She had slightly tan skin and even some barely noticeable freckles around her small nose. Another thing that caught his eyes, were her eyes. They were hazel coloured and mesmerizing. And her lips... God, her lips! She had full, red-coloured lips. How can someone manage to be so beautiful, while she is probably about to kill someone?
Suddenly Derek seemed to come back to reality, when he heard someone say "Oh shit! I'm sorry. Uhm, Who are you looking for?", Derek kept looking at her, they way she moved her lips hypnotized him. "I'm being rude... Sorry, I'm Rosalie McCall and who are you?" He could see, that she tried to cool-off. So, he replied, "I'm Derek, I was looking for Scott. Are you alright? You look stressed." He was being an idiot, why did he even ask her that? Why did he even care? He waited for her to answer him "Derek who?", he heard her ask him curiously. The werewolf smirked a little at her curiousness, "Derek Hale." Derek Hale, huh? Sexy name for a sexy guy, Rosalie thought. "If you don't mind asking me, why are you looking for my little brother?" He watched while she took a little pack of cigarettes out of her back-pocket. "I'm kinda his mentor." He lied... It wasn't a whole lie, though. And again, he found himself watching her, while she lit herself a cigarette. The older McCall looked immediately chilled after she took her first drag. "Oh OK, he is probably on his way back from his Lacrosse training or something like that. He should be at home soon. Uhm.. Do you want to come in?" Rosalie asked with a warm smile. Her anger seemed to go away while she talked to the gorgeous man in front of her. She couldn't deny that he looked like a greek god with his nice facial structure, black hair, gorgeous greenish-hazel eyes, a small stubble on his jaw, big shoulders and a tight shirt that showed off his muscles.. That she wanted to rip off. Oh my sexy, that have been her first thoughts when she first saw him. Shortly after, Mr. Sexy replied, "Sure."
That was actually the first time, that she had such thoughts about a guy that she just met. But then, suddenly, reality hit her. Dean, her boyfriend, left her.That bastard. She fastly took more drags from her cigarette and threw it on the ground. She went up to the front door and opened it. The pretty brunette started walking into the kitchen, "Do you wanna drink something?" she asked him, while she searched something in the cabinets. "No, thank you." Derek replied with a little smile. What was going on with him? He didn't know. "Give me a moment, I gotta get something from my room." Before he could reply, she was on her way to the stairs. After a little while, she came back with a bottle with expensive looking Bourbon. Deans favourite, she thought, Stop thinking about him! She poured herself some in a crystal glass. The gorgeous eyed man watched her carefully. Something was wrong with her, no, he didn't think she had some kind of drinking problem because she started to drink at 2 pm, but there was something else. And then it hit him, her argument with the guy that stormed off.
"Fuck, you probably think I'm some fucking alcoholic or some shit...", "Don't worry, rough day?" He asked, with a small smile, so small, that is was barely noticeable. "You don't even know...", she replied softly.