And here is another chapter! I finished outlining this story. As of now, this will have about 13 chapters. Please take notice of the rating change. There will be two sex scenes throughout this story. Also, I did change the title as a result of listening to a song: Space Bound by Eminem recently and I thought Supernova fit well considering my plans for the story. I feel pretty accomplished getting an update out here in less than a month. Anyways, on with the story!

Chapter Two: One Look Is All It Takes

Allison looked at Scott, not liking at all the fact that he wouldn't give her a straight up answer as to why he had abandoned her at the party. She had to admit, however, that his stuttering was a adorable. Scott overall was very likable and Allison found that she genuinely liked him. It was comfortable and nice with him. He liked her, she could easily tell that much and the blush that coated his tan cheeks whenever she smiled or laughed was a dead giveaway. She could see herself being with him, they were compatible as far as she could tell and if she was being honest with herself, she had never been attracted to someone so quickly in her life. With all the moving around her family did, Allison barely let herself get close to anyone. The only exception being a boy named Francis from her last high school in San Francisco. That move in itself had been odd. They had stayed in that town for a year. That was a really long time for her family. She really did hope that this town would be her last stop until graduation.

The honk of car interrupted what she was saying to Scott. Allison turned to look in the direction of the noise and saw her dad walking around his car. Allison smiled at him before turning her eyes back to Scott. "That's my dad. I better go." Allison hesitated, wondering if she should hug Scott but decided against it and walked over to her dad.

Reaching her father, Allison grinned at him happily, her dimples showing. "Hey dad." She kissed his gray-stubble covered cheek and climbed in the passenger seat, smiling when her dad closed the door behind her. He was always such a gentleman. Never, never, did he get out of the car and not open and close the door for her and her mother. When they went out, her father always make sure to open the door for them, carry their bags if they went shopping. He was a gentleman and Allison admired that greatly of him. She gave Scott one last wave, puzzled at his facial expression but shrugged it off. Allison fixed her bag on her lap, getting her phone out when her dad slid into the car.

"How was your day?" Chris's voice startled Allison out of her thoughts and she glanced up at him, locking her phone.

"It was good. People are welcoming here. Better than they were back in Miami." Allison rolled her eyes as she recalled the way people had treated her when her family spent five months in Florida. It had been horrible…though granted she was in the eighth grade at the time. Kids were brutal at that age.

"Who was that boy?" Chris's tone was soaked with protectiveness. If there was one thing Chris took seriously, it was his daughter. She was his little girl and any boy was a danger.

Allison chuckled under her breath at his tone. It was something she was used hearing whenever the topic of her dating anyone came to. "He's Scott. The boy I went to the party with." Allison told him as Chris began to drive to their house. She hadn't told her parents how Scott had disappeared on her at the party, knowing that his action would have permanently put him on her parents' bad side.

At the thought of that night, Allison remembered Derek. The mysterious closed-off man she had met. She had been around town during the weekend but never once caught sight of him. It was odd, but Allison had thought a lot about him during the last few days. He mesmerized her in a way that a man never had. Allison deduced it to being the result of a stupid teenage crush on his good looks. Derek was handsome. While Scott was attractive, he still had the innocent boyish look to him but Derek was a man. His jaw line strong and sharp, his facial features defined. His body muscularly toned and fit. And Derek had an aura about him. He radiated off respect and power but…Allison could detect loneliness and sadness soaking through. That night of the party when she got home, Allison had done research on the Hale family fire. What she found was not pleasant in the least. Eleven people apparently had died in the fire. No one was spared, kids, women, and men. All of Derek's uncles and aunt, cousins, brothers, sisters…everyone gone. The newspaper articles claimed that only Peter Hale, Derek's paternal uncle, had survived the fire but remained in comatose state of shock. He was physically irresponsive. Derek and his sister, Laura, had been at school at the time of the fire and according to the Beacon Hills Times, they had fled to live with family friends in New York soon after the incident. Allison had sat in her computer chair, staring blanking at the computer screen after reading that. She vowed at that very instant to become the person he went to when he needed someone. She would give him a friend, someone to confide in and talk to when he felt like he had no one to go to. In the car, Allison had seen Derek. She saw in his guarded soft green eyes his need for someone to care about him. Allison didn't understand then but now she did. He needed someone but didn't want anyone. He didn't' want to hurt again. Something in Allison stirred at that. She wasn't sure why and quite frankly she wasn't going to question it, but she felt like she needed to help Derek. The reasons why she felt like that remained a mystery to her but Allison always wanted to help people. It was in her nature to care about others and if something was telling her that Derek needed a friend, she wasn't going to hesitate to offer her friendship.

Allison had not even realized she had spaced out until her door was being opened and her eyes landed on her dad's concerned face. "You okay, Allison? You stopped talking."

Allison shook her head clear of any thoughts lingering on Derek and nodded reassuringly, "Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry Dad."

Chris seemed satisfied with the answer and helped her out. After greeting her mother, who was busy cooking, Allison found herself in her room, emptying out her bag of its abundance of books with her thoughts returning to their previous place.

The vow she had made that night was one she was determined to keep but…Allison hadn't realized how hard it would be. She figured that during the weekend, she would see Derek or even his sister, assuming she had come with him, around town but she never did. Something as simple as trying to find someone shouldn't be hard considering the size of this town. With a sigh, Allison buried herself in the wonderful world of natural logs and the number e.

The air was thick with the smell of bakery goods. The sweet smell filled Allison's nose as she inhaled, switching her weight from one foot to the other. With a content sigh, Allison opened her eyes and watched as people ordered coffee and pastries in front of her in the local café. Predictably enough, the café was called Beacon Hills Café. This town lack originality in their names, Allison noted.

Finally reaching the front of the line, Allison smiled at the person at the other side of the counter.

"How may I help you?" The blonde boy asked with a lopsided grin, brushing a stray hair that fell on his face away.

Allison looked at the delicious baked goods on display before speaking. "I'll have a small coffee and a blueberry muffin." Allison told the boy, pulling out her wallet completely oblivious to the blonde's obvious flirts.

Once she was handed her order and she paid, Allison went to sit in one of the empty tables, waiting for Lydia to show up. They were supposed to meet up here before going to the mall and ending the night with a chick flick filled sleep over. But as of now, Lydia was a half hour late. Allison clicked her phone on and sent the red-head a text. Where are you? No response came and after another thirty minutes of waiting, Allison left the establishment with a huff, her half-filled coffee clutched tightly in her hands and a brown paper bag containing her muffin stuffed in her purse.

Her body mindlessly wondered through the town, walking the streets with no real destination in mind. Soon enough, Allison saw she had walked into the small park across the town. Her eyes watched as families played, kids ran, laughter and happy voices filling her ears. Seeing so much happiness lifted her mood and Allison walked over to an empty park bench. Pulling out a book from the bottomless pit she called her purse, Allison soon lost herself in a fictional world, finding peace in the park.

A twig snapping was the only thing that brought Allison out of her book. Her eyes looked around her for the source of the noise, noticing that the park was now nearly abandoned, and saw a tall figuring walking a few feet away. She instantly recognized him and couldn't believe she actually finally saw him.

"Derek!" His head lifted with amazing speed and she could see he was surprised that someone called for him. His eyes found hers and she felt as if the air suddenly grew warm. She shook her head willing that feeling away. She waved him over and saw the hesitance in his face. It almost looked like he was about to continue to walk and ignore her. But eventually, he walked toward her, hands buried deep into the pockets of his leather jacket.

"What?"

Allison frowned at the coldness in his voice, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Maybe becoming his friend would be harder than she thought. His eyes were even more closed off than she remembered. Suddenly, Allison wasn't sure that this was a good idea. "I just wanted to say hi." She mumbled, looking up at him. His gaze told her he was waiting for her to continue talking and that he wasn't going to say anything. "Want to sit?" Allison scooted on the bench leaving him room to sit down.

Hesitantly, almost regretfully, Derek sat down next her, looking her over. Allison smiled to herself as he sat down, glad that she was making progress. "How have you been?" She asked him, placing her bookmark in place and putting the book away in her bag, her hand brushing against the bag containing her muffin. Her hand hovered over it and she took it out after some deliberation.

"I'm fine." He replied gruffly, and Allison swore his eyes lit up ever so slightly as he caught sight of the muffin in her hand. She giggled quietly and offered it to him silently. When he made no move no take it Allison grabbed his hand and placed the muffin in his hand. Derek sighed but took the muffin, breaking off a piece and eating it before speaking again. "Thanks." He paused, seemingly thinking of what to say. "How have you been?" His tone easily gave away that he wasn't exactly comfortable talking, though to Allison it felt more like he wasn't comfortable talking in general and it wasn't so much that he wasn't uncomfortable talking to her.

Allison titled her head and angled her body to face him, reaching over and taking a piece of the blueberry muffin. She chewed quickly and swallowed, shrugging slightly. "I've been pretty good. Settling into a new town in never easy." She chuckled and shook her head, "Though you would think with my family's constant moving I'd be used to starting over." Her laughter died down when Derek only stared at her. Allison bit her lip and cleared her throat uncomfortably. "I guess I was right about you not speaking and being stoic." She mumbled casting her eyes to her lap.

Derek grunted in response, taking another bite of the muffin. "Moving is never easy. It's not something that you can adjust to." Allison raised surprised eyes to look at him, shocked that he had spoken at all.

She composed herself and shrugged again. "Maybe but I should be used to it." A hint of sadness tainted her voice; Allison always hated constantly moving. She never had friends and never got to experience a normal life. With a sigh, Allison dismissed those thoughts and turned her attention back to Derek who was looking at her with a look that Allison swore was filled with concern. Their eyes met and her breath hitched. His green hues communicated that he felt the exact thing she was feeling at the moment. His eyes shone with shock and confusion and Allison swore that she was seeing him for the first time. She was the pain that he so obviously hid from everyone and she was reminded of her research. She saw his loneliness, his anger and resentment. Allison's hand twitched with the urge to reach up and stroke his cheek. Her heart beat rose when she felt his eyes searching hers and she knew he was seeing her too. He was catching a glimpse that no one saw and Allison felt too exposed and vulnerable.

He was the one that broke eye contact and stood up quickly. Allison, surprised by the rapid movement, stood up too. "I have to go." He ground out through gritted teeth and walked away from her without a second look. Allison found herself speechless at his sudden mood change and brisk departure. Her phone vibrated in her back pocket. Her eyes stayed glue to his departing form as she fished out the device. Allison glanced at the phone, opening the new text message from Lydia. Got caught up with Jackson ;) Sorry. Still want to meet up?

Allison looked up from her phone and saw that Derek was nowhere in sight. It was as if he had disappeared without a trace. Her brows furrowed as Allison collected her purse and stuffed her phone back in her pocket, not bothering to answer Lydia's text message. A single question ran through her mind as her heart thudded loudly in her chest as she remembered the weird moment she had shared with Derek.

What the hell had just happened?

Alright, so I am still going back in forth on what kind of POV I want to write this in so don't be surprised if the next chapter isn't written in Allison's POV.

Normally, I don't ask for reviews and I happily accept what I get when I post- and yes I am aware that Derek/Allison is not very popular- but I would like to at least get a couple reviews just to see how people like this story.

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