Chapter 3
"God damn it! How many times have I told you to not touch my things?" yelled Peter from the living room, frantically looking through all his files and searching through the drawers to his desk.
Derek was in the kitchen reading a book and sipping on some coffee. He wasn't in the mood for coffee but he decided it was something to keep him occupied in the meanwhile.
"I didn't touch anything," said Derek in a monotone voice that just boiled Peter's blood. Derek got up and put on his leather jacket which had to be dry-cleaned because of that Stilinski kid.
"Where the hell do you think you're going?!" yelled Peter getting up to meet Derek at the door before he left.
"Leave me alon-" Derek tried to say when right then and there Peter threw a punch that landed right in his stomach. Derek fell and scrunched himself on the floor and tried to get back up. He was surprised how the air was forced out of his lungs. He was sick and tired of being mistreated by his uncle and wanted to hit him so badly, but there was this fear in acting against him. Almost as if Peter has a hold on him, and he cannot do anything in return. Derek just accepts it and knows it'll be over soon.
"Who do you think you're talking to? I give you a place to stay and food to eat, and this is how you mistreat me? You touch my things and make messes everywhere. You are pathetic always walking around with that sour expression of yours. You are nothing like your father and will never accomplish anything in your life," Peter said, standing above Derek like some god in power.
Derek got up and dusted his jacket off. He was waiting for his uncle to hit him again but nothing happened. Peter just stood there staring at Derek. Casually walking out the door Derek left the house and entered the woods, what he was used to. Ever since his sister passed he never liked being stuck in that house. He enjoyed the freedom of being in the open air and decided to go read to take his mind off of things.
Derek liked reading because it was an escape from the real world and a chance to leave this hell hole he called his life. He liked reading fiction stories, preferably about werewolves and any mythological creatures. He sometimes found himself daydreaming about another life or when things will start to get better. When will he finally be happy? Just then a flash of Stiles with his huge smile came into his mind.
"Why the hell am I thinking about that kid?" thought Derek. "Maybe he has an awesome life, that's why he smiles all the damn time, that idiot."
Derek shook away that thought and headed to the bookstore. He entered the familiar surrounding and mindlessly walked towards the cafe. After having a bad morning by waking up to his uncle pacing the hallway, and just a crappy day at school, Derek wasn't in the mood for anything "normal". Especially after having that fight after school, he thought it was a good idea to get some caffeine in his system and just read something to occupy the time. He waited in front of the register and spotted the pale teen quickly throwing his apron on.
"Oh hey Derek," said Stiles as he was tying his apron on.
"What can I get for you, and why such a long face?"
Derek was bothered by this kids nosey attitude, what did he care? Isn't he happy with his own life to be sticking his nose into others?
"Large coffee, black, and a brownie."
Derek didn't have time to entertain this cheerful kid.
"You still haven't answered my question," said Stiles with a smile plastered on his face, as if he's having the best day ever.
Derek rolled his eyes while Stiles went to make his coffee. The cafe door bell clinked and within a matter of seconds there was a hand on Derek's shoulder.
"Derek, I almost missed you. I said to myself hmm, if Derek was going to be anywhere, I'm sure it'll be the local bookstore and hey I was right," said Peter as he patted Derek's shoulder
"Peter what are you do-" Derek started to say
"One large black coffee and a brownie." said Stiles with a smile. Noticing Peter with his hand on Derek's shoulder Stiles eyes slit a little like a snake. He went off to make the next order, with a quizzical look on his face. This is the first time that Derek notices a different look in Stiles.
Derek headed towards his favorite chair and Peter followed. Derek knew that Peter wasn't going to act out because whenever there are people around he's a completely different person. That didn't change the fact that his heart was pounding with fear. He sat down and started sipping his coffee
"What?" said Derek with a rushed tone.
"Why did you touch my things? What did you take?" inquired Peter.
"It doesn't matter."
"You're going to tell me now because if not you won't have a home to go."
"Laura's pendant, and I'm not giving it back. I don't care if I have a house to go back to or not, I'm keeping it."
"Keep that worthless piece of junk, but next time you go through my things..." Peters voice trailed off, he did not have to end that sentence for the fear to take effect.
Peter turned around and walked away, he held the door for an elderly woman before exiting the building. Derek's heart was still pounding and he went to get a book to calm his nerve. He left the brownie untouched and just threw it away. His stomach would've just rejected the food anyway. Derek couldn't concentrate and his mind was everywhere else but the book he was reading. Another flash of Stiles's face came up and Derek got up and swiftly left the bookstore. He needed to walk because that image of Stiles was getting annoying.
Derek took the long way home so he could kill time. He didn't want to run into Peter, let alone talk to him again. He was hoping that Peter was sleeping by the time he gets there.
Derek slowly crept towards the door and walked inside. To his comfort he found that Peter wasn't in the cold dusty living room. Ever since Laura passed, the rooms in the house had no life. Almost as if Laura was life itself and made everything a little brighter. Those days have passed. Derek walked to the kitchen and saw the dishes piled high and the food stained plates on the table. He never really enjoyed cleaning himself so those dishes will most likely be there another week. The only time the house ever got cleaned was when Peter had guests over and he was forced to make a fake impression, but that would always result in nagging and fighting afterwards.
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"You good for nothing excuse of a man. Isn't it sad that your own sister has to take out the trash!..worthless."
Peter yelling at Derek for sitting down while his sister cleaned the kitchen.
"It's ok I don't mi-" Laura was cut off by Peter
"Don't worry about it Laura, go upstairs and stay in your room."
"But you worked so hard to make that garden for me. I wanted to do something for you."
"I said go upstairs," said Derek with a tone that wasn't to argue with
"It doesn't matter what you do for her, you're still worthless," said Peter as soon as Laura left the kitchen.
"If you're living under my roof, you will follow the rules that I set for you. Got that? Now finish up those dishes or else Laura will regret taking your side.
Derek hated the fact that Peter had a hold on him and he just wanted to act on his rage and beat him senselessly. He finished up the dishes and by that time Peter was sound asleep in his room. Derek quietly walked up the stairs and into Laura's room.
"I'm sorry; I was just trying to help."
"Don't worry about it, you already know how he is."
"But I kept talking about having a garden and you made one for me. Peter doesn't know how hard you worked."
"It's alright Laura, go to bed," said Derek noticing all the dirt in his finger nails, not really in the mood to clean them
"You're the only thing I have left," said Derek, after realizing that Laura was fast asleep.
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Derek was looking out his window and onto the garden that he made for Laura. Although she is gone he still maintains it for her. Memories were all he had left. After some time tossing and turning Derek finally fell asleep.
In the morning, Derek did his normal workout routine, as many pushup and sit-ups he could do until he got tired of them. He left in the morning and checked on Laura's garden before leaving to school.
Being in homeroom was such a drag. Derek would just sit there and stare at everyone. He would watch the girl whose parents just bought her a car and how she did so many drugs the night before and was still feeling the effects. He would watch the guy who joined all the sports team in school and yet stills find himself lonely and doesn't consider anyone a friend. Then he would notice that he spent all this time watching others, who was really the lonely one?
"Mr. Hale, can you please join me in the hallway," said his homeroom teacher,
Derek just got up with a smug look on his face and followed without saying a word.
"There have been some changes made to the classrooms and we have to transfer you to a different homeroom. Luckily for you it's across the hall."
Derek didn't like change when it didn't come to him actually changing the situation himself. He didn't like things that were out of his control.
"It was a pleasure having you in my homeroom Mr. Hale, but a little word of advice. Try to smile a little more," said the teacher before walking away and closing the door to his classroom.
Derek walked to the door and thought it was rude for his homeroom teacher to not walk him to the other classroom but he put it aside because thinking about that was a waste of time. Derek opened the door and went straight to the teacher without looking at the classroom, he would rather stare at everyone from the back of the class. Without introducing himself, the teacher automatically knew who he was.
"Everyone this is our new transfer student Derek Hale, please show him respect and make him feel welcome. Derek I'm pretty sure you'll adjust just fine with this homeroom class, they are a group of smart individuals and I expect the best from all of you," said the teacher scanning the classroom and looking at all the students.
At the same time Derek took the opportunity to scan the classroom as well and noticed the only kid who stood out, there was Stiles with his smile beaming as always, waving his hand back and forth until he was noticed Derek looking at him. After that he went back to doodling in his notebook.
"Oh great I got stuck with this kid in my homeroom now?" said Derek to himself.
"Please take a seat all the way in the back right next to Joshua and Anthony, can one of you guys raise your hand so that Derek knows where to sit."
Anthony and Joshua both raised their hand then looked at each other, smiled and then looked at Derek.
Derek walked to the empty desk, didn't say anything, and looked around noticing no one was looking at him except Stiles. He gave a quick smile and returned to his doodling once more.
"What's with this kid?" Derek knew that this was only going to get worst. What's next? They'll be friends? No that's definitely not going to happen.
After homeroom Derek was through with school, he didn't want to be there anymore. After the whole schedule change, he was already thrown off and he felt uncomfortable staying at school the rest of the day.
Without thinking twice about it he just walked out the building and headed towards Beta's Brew.
A/N : Sorry about the late posting yet again! /: We promise we didn't plan on having such bad writers block! Yuck! But on a better note we are already half way done with the next chapter! So be expecting that around 7ish tomorrow! :D
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