So, since BH is an imaginary place I took the liberty in creating another county for this story. I don't know how the name came to me, but there it is; the Rovan county. Rovan High School is a rival of BHHS. Specially when it comes to Lacross. I also invented an inter school Lacross game. Hope you wont mind.
Although the new character Darya is not in this chapter, I thought it would be better to add a chapter that explores the brotherhood among Derek and the other boys. I also want you to know that a lot of chapters will be like one shots. I want this story to evolve in a way that I could touch a lot of aspects of Derek Hale character. The relationship between Darya and Derek will definetely be romantic but I do not want to jump right in to it. Its gonna be a slow burn.
Also, I'm assuming that Derek owns both the FJ cruiser and the Camaro. No one in their sound mind would loose a Camaro for a FJ cruiser..or for anything. Right?
So time for the disclaimer that I forgot in the previous chapters.
TEEN WOLF DOES NOT BELONG TO ME.
Chapter 04 -The Necessary jerk.
Stiles took a sharp turn to avoid the collision. The jeep barely contained the manuever ,it grazed a tree by the road and collided with the soil bank to the left side of the road and screeched to a halt. Stiles grabbed his head in pain as his forehead hit the steering wheel whereas Scott managed it without a scratch thanks to his warewolf grip. The cause for all this stress and mess was a range rover with two teens and a much older boy in his mid twenties. It passed the jeep like a whiplash , the heads of two teens were out of the windows mocking at stiles and Scott. Stiles closed his eyes in defeat.
They were heading to the Rovan county sports arena for an inter school lacross game. The finals were between Beacon hills high and their rival Rovan high school; a private school full of rich bastards according to Stiles. Ironically, it was also Stiles who forgot to put his luggage in to the BHHS bus that was suppose to take them to the Rovan county. So Scott partly claiming the responsability for not checking up on the luggage of his team, offered to get down from the school bus to go back with Stiles to bring back his luggage. They were lucky to find a bus that took them back to Beacon hills in time. But going to Rovan county was difficult because the next bus would take them late for the game. So they decided to take Stiles's Jeep.
They had to travel an hour or so more when they met with the Rovan's team captain and his big brothers Range rover. The big brother, was a racer starting to get recognized in his career, hence the pig head. When they noticed the captain of the offending team and another team member on a jeep held together by tape and scratched paint, they decided to have some fun before the game. The race started one sided and ended one sided. The Range rover head bumped the jeep, side bumped it and them over took it and stopped dead infront of stile's jeep which barely escaped from the collision thanks to Stiles s' driving skills. That was just the first round. Stiles and Scott thought it was over. But a few kilometers ahead they were waiting for a second round and the jeep was in no state to face the oncoming disaster. It was the second round that ended them colliding with the soil bank to the side of the road. A bus wouldn't come for another hour or so and even then they would be too late for the game, exactly what the rich basters namely Donavan in the Range rover wanted. Becon county high would be no match for the Rovans without its captain and a star player.
Stiles got out of the jeep soggily to check the damage and opened the bonnet to reveal a fuming engine. The quick manuevers Stiles took were too much on the jeeps engine. How on earth could it match a Range rover. A headlight was hanging by its main wire and definetely needed replacement and the paint was gone from the front left of the jeep.
"That looks bad" Scott offered and Stiles scoffed in return.
"I want to kill those bastards, do you know how much this will cost?" he asked with rage that turnes his eyes red like an alfa. The headache and the heartache hurt him so much.
"I'm telling you Scott, your wolf powers are no use in these kind of situations" he lamented. Scott grabbed his friends arm casually and drew out his pain. Stiles only realised what he was doing when he felt a sudden relief in pain and heard Scott hiss as he drew out the maximum amount of pain he could.
"Dude you did not have to do that." he said in protest and pulles his arm from Scott. But Scott was already drawing in a conclusion in his head.
"You are probably having a concussion Stiles, you are having so much pain, you shouldn't even be playing to night."
Stiles looked at him like he said the most unbelievable thing in the world. "Are you serious?" he asked incredulously. "I swear Scott, if you say anything about my head bump to the coach, I will make sure...oh wait." he stopped mid sentence realising something. "We need first go to the match, right? Does it even seem possible right now? I shouldn't worry about coach at all coz we will be stuck here for some long long time. Won't we Scott?"
"Stiles cool down dude, we'll make it somehow" scott said sensing the rising hearbeat and the anger from his friend.
"How Scott, how?" Stiles yelled. "We are lost in the middle of a country road. The next bus start from Beacon hills in an hour. It takes another hour to get here and another hour to get to Rovan county. The frigging game starts in two hours so we are going to be one hour late. We might as well go back home."
"We'll ask some one to pick us up." Scott offered his idea.
"But who" Stiles said totally dissapointed." Dad is off to a seminar, Melissa and Darya are both on shift, highly unlikely that either of them will find someone to cover their shift and come to us before an hour is pass. Lydia is out of town with her mother. She isn't even coming to see the game..."
"That leaves Derek"
"Do you seriously think Derek will agree to become our personnel chauffeor for a game?"
"Lets try him first, shall we" Scott said pulling out his phone and dialled Dereks number.
Within an hour, the two friends were riding comfortably in Derek's Camaro and Scott was filling in Derek with what happened in detail. Derek listened silently despite the annoying rants from Stiles about how bad his beloved jeep is damaged and the mechanics bad reputation and every thing in between.
Derek had learnt long ago that the less you respond to stiles the lesser he rant. He would stop his rambling at some point when he see no interest from the other party. But the story about the four brothers ; the Donavans irritated Derek. It was not his war to intermediate and he knew such things happens in school life and that is how you learn to deal with the outside world once you are out of school. But if luck was not on Stilescs side he could have ended up with a serious injury to his head. He was human and yet he saved Scotts' side of the vehicle and turned it in a way so his side took the hit. He didn't voice it because one, it will be adding fuel to Stiles's rant and two, he wanted to let them decide how they feel about the incident because they were sure gonna have to face the bullying from the donavans in near future.
Derek had no idea how right he was.
They passed the Range rover that was parked outside the reserve restaurant. The place was run to serve customers who took up hiking in that part of the forest reserve. Scott noticed it a few meters before they passed it and then he scrunched his nose.
"That was the Donavans" he said bitterly. Derek looked back through the mirror and they exchanged looks.
"What is it, what did you smell" Stiles asked quriosity taking over him.
"Liquor, not beer , hard liquor" scott answered.
"Lots of them" Derek answered."I wonder if the younger kids are participating too, too bad for them the elder brother is such a moron"
From there onwards their talk basically stayed on liquor. How Scott wanted to experience what it feels to be drunk and Stiles feeling bad for Derek because he could never feel it in his whole lifetime whereas Scott has atleast enjoyed a couple of beers before he was bitten. But only untill they smelled the Range rovers unmistakable liquor smell nearby. And within few seconds they could see the Range rover following them. Dereks' signature scowl took over his face sensing danger behind them and the rover suddenly sped fast and the next moment ir side bumped the Camaro and expertly movesd aside and passed them. Derek had no place to move his car to avoid it and the screech sound almost pierced their ears. Stiles gaped his mouth and Scott held his head on his palms unable to belive that Donavans would be stupid enough take it this far. Surely the liquor was to blame. Derek slowed his car taking in the facts. A dangerous calm taking over him. He didn't have to stop the car to see the scratch, it was clearly visible from the side mirror. Derek felt like he was wounded and didn't heal. It was his Camaro, the freshly painted and polished car that he took out for a ride leaving the FJ cruiser home. He stopped to a halt abruptly and his gaze set on the Range rover like a missile launcher locked on a target.
"He scratched my car!" he said. Scott sensed what Derek was going to do, he was going to teach the donavans a lesson.
"Derek, we should be patient, they are just playing around Doped, we shouldn't take to any drastic measures. They are probably hoping to start some trouble so they could come up with somekind of a complain to remove us from the game.."
But Derek cut in. "They scratched my car and banged Stiles's jeep useless to avoid you from the game. I say that's pretty enough reason to do whatever I'm going to do next"
"Way to go Derek, I want to smash that shiny jeep in to shiny powder and see how they react to that" Stiles encouraged Derek from the back seat. Scott gave up. It was One of those rare moments where stiles and Derek agreeed on something and he knew enough not to push more as he was defeated two to one. Derek raced the car that roared war.
The camaro sped like a lightning ball and caught up with the rover within seconds. The rovers' driver did not expect a rebellion from the car, he wasn't in his right mind to expect that. Derek head bumped the camaro to the rover and raced like an angry cat. What the hell, he could repaint the car all over again if its what it takes to teach the brats a lesson. He considered for a moment what he was gonna do and noticed the roundabout with the abundent fuel shed ahead. Then he sped faster than the rover off the road, went around the fuel shed in a calculated move and colloided the camaros' face to the drivers side. Scott grabed the handles as tight as he could and Stiles took refugee behind the drivers seat. The range rover was pushed to the side by the might of the modified camaro and screeched to a halt. The Rovers driver fought against the Camaros grip on his vehicle and tried to move forward. But the camaro was keeping it stuck to the soil bank and the elder Donavan through the haze of alchohol realised he couldn't move forward withoud deforming damage to the Rabge rover. Defeated the Driver switched off the engine and showed his middle finger at Derek who was already unbuckling his seat belt.
"Derek, what are you doing" scott stopped him grabbing his arm. Stiles wondered what would happen if he did that. But right now he had more pressing issues.
"Derek we can't get in to trouble just before the game" he reminded. True he encouraged Derk for revenge but he clearly underestimated his rage.
"You aren't getting in trouble, you are staying in the car" Derek said removing Scotts hand off of him and completed unbuckling. "I'm getting in trouble because I have every right to do so"
"Derek" scott pleaded again.
"Really Scott, there is a limit for everything . I know you are all about keeping peace and saving lives but if we leave them so easily wouldn't they come back for you? And what will you do, you can't fight for yourself without getting suspended from Lacross, could you?" Derek reasoned with Scott who looked at him bewildered. He knew Derek was right but he also was afraid how far Derek will go. Stiles kept silent; not encouraging Derek,not discouraging as well.
" I'm not getting in trouble, I'm taking a strategic measure to avoid any unpleasant future encounters" Derek said sporting his most mischevous grin. He was clearly enjoying this.
"Besides, I hadn't had time to enjoy a real human fight since college. This is gonna be fun. And I promise you I won't use wolf strength" Derek climbed out of the car and made a bee line to the range rover.
"What the fuckare you doing man" shouted the driver stuck in his seat because Derek had stopped his camaro on the drivers side door of the Range rover. Derek pulled the man out of the window and on to the bonnet of the camaro with a loud thud. Seeing how effortless he did that the three boys inside the rover didn't make a move to save their brother. Derek pulled the mans' hands behind him in a locked position and grabbed at his hair. The man wriggled trying to break free from Derek to no avail of course.
"First of all, don't swear infront of you kid brothers" snapped Derek and then banged the elder And drunk-out-of-his-ass Donavans head on the bonnet.
He groaned in pain. "Are you crazy, trying to kill me"
"That was for stiles" growled Derek stopping the drunk mans rant ."Do you see his forehead, its swollen and bruised and he has to play in the game in an hour". Then he banged his head for the second time. By now the man didn't even make an effort to save himself probably due to the effects of the head trauma. He had totally given in to the strength that pinned him down.
"That was for stile's Jeep"
Another bang. More hisses from both the Range rover and the Camaro.
"Do you see the scratched side of my car? This one is for that"
Then he let him loose. The man who once mocked Stiles and Scott slipped down along the bonnet of the car and gave his weight to the tire in an effort to stay up right. Scott got out of the car. Another blow would give the man a serious concussion and he was gonna stop that from happening.
"Derek, thats enough, lets go." he said. But Derek turned to the Range Rover and spoke to the three boys inside shell shocked from what happened.
"If you don't want me to call the police and ruin youur brothers career with a DUI, call your parents and let them take you to the game" he said.
Derek crouched infront of the guy and brought his face within an inch of the mans'.
"If you ever even consider the possibility of setting your eyes upon my friends, or me, or my car I'll make sure you wont race again. Arn't these ankles very important to a racer?I could totally turn them to the wrong side of the leg while you are drunk." he threatened mockingly, tapping the mans anckles with his fingers. He then got up and the man relleased a breath he was holding. To his dismay Derek crouched infront of him again. "Look at your brothers inside your rover you idiot. Be someone they could be proud of, some one who can teach them a thing or two, be a brother" he said in a hushed tone and got in to his car ignoring Scotts stare.
Back in the car stiles offered him an anckle bump to which Derek respoded reluctantly.
"Won't bother again" he cheered.
"You scared me" Scott lamented."you were gonna crack his brain"
"I told you, no wolf strength, he was too soft. Only softies do such cowardise things to cover up their cowardness." he said racing the car back and getting in to the track again. "But it wasn't any fun, the guy didn't even put up a fight. I was hoping for more."
"You are such a jerk sometimes" scott said earning a satisfied chuckle from Derek.
"A necessary jerk" Stiles provided.
So that's it for this chapter. Hope you liked the bad ass Derek. Any reviews are welcome.