"I'm Jessie." he smiled, reaching out to shake my hand. I just stared at it for a moment before lightly moving mine with his. His hands were so soft. A grunt came from behind me and the handsome young man at my front smiled at him. They were the same height, and Jessie was muscled like Derek but not as wide. He had tattoos on his arms, and chains hanging from the pockets of his skinny black jeans. his tight black band tee showed off his large biceps.
"Jessie" he said reaching past me, offering Derek his hand.
"Derek." the cranky werewolf behind me said, refusing Jessie's gentleman like greeting. I sighed and shook my head at his lack of hospitality. Jessie just smiled his model worthy smile when I mouth an 'I'm sorry.' Derek slid in between Jessie and I.
"I'm going with Simon to get some groceries. Do you need anything?" I glared at his scowl, and shook my head. He sighed heavily.
"Fine." he said lightly kissing my forehead. He moved past Jessie, with a death glare, I might add, and towards the door.
"Hey could you get me a.." Jessie's question was cut short by Derek's sharp no and slamming door.
"I'm sorry about him. Still trying to teach him manners." I joked, sitting on the stairs. Jessie laughed and moved to sit on the step beside me.
"Don't worry about it. He seems nice, other than the lack of conversation and the growling." Jessie smiled at me. I couldn't help but laugh.
"So, your Pack?" I ask, trying to start a conversation. He looked at me, wide eyed, with mock shock. I laughed again., which made him smile.
"Yea… how'd you know?" I leaned back, propping on my elbows.
"Derek says there isn't many "strays" as he calls them." I rolled my eyes at the reference. Jessie flattened his mouth and nodded.
"Actually that's what they're called. Pups and sometimes Mutts. But those are kind of harsh." I don't know why but that struck a nerve.
"That's awful. I don't want Derek referred to like a dog. Although Tori already does that." I muttered the last part to my self. Jessie smiled.
"Ah, yes. I had the pleasure of meeting Miss Tori earlier. She hits pretty hard." He rubbed his jaw absently. I laughed, that was so Tori.
"What did you do?" I chocked out through my giggles.
"Andrew told me to pick a room. And I picked one, but then I got hit with a… hairbrush, maybe." the questioning tone his voice took on had me holding my sides laughing and fighting for air.
"You wouldn't believe it but that was a very, very calm Tori. She has done much worse." I said emphasizing the worse part. Jessie sent me a questioning look.
"She tied me up in a craw space with dead bodies, left me there, and I ended up sending their souls back into their mangled corpses." it sounded so casual that it surprised me.
"Oh, no. what happened?" Jessie looked interested in the story. I smiled to myself, remembering the next part.
"Derek came after me." I said softly and lovingly. Jessie's smile brightened.
"And?"
"He was as freaked out as I was, but stayed calm enough to keep the creepy zombie things away from me. He is… He's great." I finished, not finding any other word to sum up the way I felt about him. Jessie grinned at the way I talked about Derek.
"So, he is your…boyfriend?"
"Yup." I said, making the p pop. "a year and a half years." Jessie let out a long whistled.
"Something tells me you don't like that." I shrugged.
"I just figured, he would get over the whole protective thing, ya know." Jessie just nodded. I had only know him for about an hour, but talking to him felt like talking to an old friend. We sat in silence, for a while, before I decided it was late enough to sleep.
"Night."
"Goodnight, Chloe." Jessie called as I walked up the stairs.
In the room I shared with Derek, separate beds of course, I fought sleep, thinking about the recent events. We had beaten the crazed supernatural scientists that had us running for our lives, Edison Group. With the help of an angry, ghost demi-demon, we had blow up their lab. Tori had faced her mother, daughter winning in the end. Simon, Derek, Tori and I, still lived in the Safe house, with our adult leader, Andrew. And Derek was my one and only.
Sleep was just starting to over come me when I heard the door creak open and snap shut softly. I smiled to my self. I turned slightly, so he wouldn't know that I was still awake, but enough to see his illuminated figure. Derek shrugged off his jacket and tossed I in the floor, next his shoes joined them. He flopped back on his bed with a long tired sigh. He didn't bother with the covers just flipped onto his stomach and closed his eyes. He looked so peaceful sleeping. I smiled and turned on my side, back facing him.
"Good night, Derek." I whispered before letting sleep take me.
