Thanks for all the reviews guys! And a special thanks for Dereksgirl24 who gave my story a chance and enjoyed it…I hope J Now starting here on out there will be flashbacks occasionally, which will be in italics so it'll be easy to tell. It'll help explain the Derek and Alex back story because I know some of you guys are curious.
Deep down she could admit to her father being right, but to say it out loud was a completely different story. It would've made her trek to school a lot cooler if she really had cut her hair. The heavy drag mixed with the high humidity was definitely overwhelming for her. It took way too long for her hair to even grow to it's current length and she was going to enjoy it while it lasted.
Her worst mistake so far this year might have been the idea to walk to school on her first day. Having been born and raised in Alaska, unlike her parents, California was suddenly the catalyst to her face melting. Smirking to herself, she realized her bike might be better suited for tomorrow.
The crowded parking lot was reminiscent of any high school. Crazy drivers revved their engines to try and out beat others, girls in mini skirts lying on hoods to get a tan and others just hung back with their cliques. Alex had seen these all before but this time she was the new girl and they were staring. Pressing her earphones even tighter to her eardrums she tried to ignore them. It was easy to understand why they were staring, she was the new 'fresh meat' and 'outsider.'
It probably would've been easier if she just quickened her pace and made it inside the school before everyone else migrated in as well. Continuing her trek across the heated pavement, she let her eyes wander towards the vehicles. She had a soft spot for the sweet smell of burning fuel in the morning, especially when it was paired with the luscious vibration of heavy horsepower between her legs. The downside to most of the cars she was staring at, was one, they were probably from daddy, and two, most of the boys probably had no idea what was under the hood. Her eyes slide seductively around the curves of a couple Mercedes, several Escalades and a Porsche but it was the black Camaro that caught her eye. It's black paint still looked new and the tire treads were low, obvious of someone that drove her hard and fast but she was beautiful. "You might want to be careful when you're eyeing that car."
Turning around a little too quickly, she slammed into the broad chest of the stranger speaking to her. "Whoa, I'm sorry. Is it your car?"
His brown eyes twinkled while he chuckled, "No, it's Dereks' car but he can be cranky if he sees you too close to it." Brushing his shaggy blond hair from his eyes, he reached out to grab her fallen backpack. "You must be new."
"Yeah, do I have the fresh meat smell?" Turning around to head inside, Alex was greeted yet again by the young man's deep chuckle.
"Well Beacon Hills is kinda small so it's easy to tell who's new but we can go with your theory. It's more entertaining." To most people, it was obvious that she was short. She barely passed the 4'12'' mark required by most amusement parks, but walking next to the typical California beach boy was slightly unnerving. His fit physique stretched beyond six feet, towering over her small frame.
"So what sport do you play?" Alex had noticed the red jersey he was wearing but couldn't quite place the sport. It had the look-a-like jersey for football but it was paired with shorts instead.
"Oh, we do lacrosse here. I'm the Co-Captain."
"Impressive. I've never seen a lacrosse game." Alex was suddenly stopped when the young man gripped her elbow to stop her forward motion.
"You should come tonight! It's our first game and we could use the support." To say he reminded her of her golden retriever whenever she waved a ball around, would've been an understatement. He seemed to dance in his tennis shoes, excited at the concept of her seeing him play.
"Umm, sure. That sounds like fun."
"Sweet! Oh, here's the main office for you." Standing before her loomed the dreaded office doors. They technically held her high school career in their hands; having already selected classes for her.
"Uh thanks….
"Oh! Sorry it's Jake."
"Well thanks Jake." Her hand heavy on the oak doors, she pressed hard to step through.
"Wait…what's your name?"
This was the part she hated the most, meeting people. They would ask her name, talk to her, maybe actually like her and get to know her and before too long she would be gone. It wasn't something she particularly enjoyed but it was her life and she accepted it. People shouldn't get close to her.
"Alex." She would leave at that. A small noun that would hopefully be lost in the multitude of others he probably knew.
'Damnit, really? Who the hell gets PE first period?' Alex cursed yet again, already on her third lap around the school track. Somehow teachers around here hadn't heard of the 'taking it easy on the first day of school' concept. Her gym teacher thought the hot weather was a pleasant atmosphere to test everyone's mile time.
Her head was constantly on a swivel. The boys lacrosse team practiced during morning PE as well, taking up the entire green turf. From time to time she would spot Jake as he practiced scoring goal. His excited hand waving towards her was distracting. The few girls that actually made up her freshmen gym class took their time jogging around the track; Alex already a lap ahead of them. Their sexually suggestive comments aimed at the hormonal jocks was just disgusting. The desperate note behind every eye flutter was annoying.
She pumped her legs faster, listening to the heavy rasp of air as it passed her lips. The wet slick of marker on her hand signaled her last lap. She was determined to beat the lanky boy ahead of her; his long legs gaining ground before her.
She pushed her legs to open her strides farther but they were exhausted. The muscles trembled, thirsty for water. The young man ahead of her already rounding the last curve of the track before she had finished the first stretch. Slowing her speed down to an easy jog, she settled for second place.
Her attention was once again drawn to the practicing sports team. They were certainly busy with multiple stations going on at once. Some boys practiced scoring goals, others were running laps with her classmates, and well….Jake was having a heated argument with another boy on the team. His arms seemed to flail around, trying to emphasize the point he was trying to make, while his face contorted painfully in his fits of rage. His hissy fit wasn't impressing or intimidating the other guy. He stood tall, his back straight and broad shoulders held back. His arms were folded tight across his muscular chest; his body showing zero signs of a threat.
Alex could care less, even though it seemed to upset some of the other girls, what Jake was having an issue over. The other intrigued her like no other man had. His unruly hair looking like he had just rolled out of bed, the tight jaw line was smooth, leading to a perfect mouth. Alex involuntarily gulped, her body suddenly in hormone overload. All she really wanted to do was see his eyes. If they were even half as intense has his body was at that moment, she'd be lost forever.
He was either a mind reader or he grew tired of Jake's whine because next thing she knew, his eyes were on her. Most girls would've looked away, too shy to hold contact with those blue eyes. Alex couldn't look away, her eyes wouldn't unglue from his. She did thank God that there hadn't been any hurdles on the track that day, that would've been embarrassing.
His blue eyes were like lightning, striking her soul and setting her ablaze. Her legs were putty to his power but she didn't care. She could've ran across that turf and launched herself at him, her legs locking around his waist while her lips grazed his. The recovery of her mental health from such an embarrassing action kept her legs running towards the finish line. His eyes unfortunately never once left her retreating form; burning holes in the back of her tank top.
She wouldn't know it that day but that was her first experience with Derek Hale.
He was her addiction and for six years she had tried to replace that ache with someone else. She had failed, no one had even come close to the man lounging across her bed right now. They had simply been so easy to use and just as easy to discard. Their bodies had been so tamed compared to his, their skin never scolded her, their lips left hers unaffected and her body had never craved more from them.
With his upper body braced against the headboard and legs crossed at the ankle, he looked so devilishly good. Six years had hardened his face and body into that of a man. The jaw line smothered in black stubble beckoned her forward, needing the smooth touch of her hands. She kept her feet firmly planted against the carpeted floor.
Turning away, she went to place her jacket inside the tiny closet. His eyes watched her every move, she could the feel the slow burn as they slide over her body. Her fingers trembled as they fed the hanger through the leather sleeves. She wasn't particularly sure how things went from here. She had disappeared for six years and even though her feelings were just as strong, she wasn't positive where Derek stood on anything. He still looked like the boy she fell in love with but time had dealt him a shitty hand.
"How did you get in here?" Alex mentally slapped herself. Out of all the questions she could've asked. Hell, out of all the things she could be doing to him right now and she decides to find out how he got inside her room.
Silence still greeted her ears. Turning around, she found him still staring at her. His eyes intensely examining her new, strong body. Suddenly his head jerked to the side. Turning her head in the same direction, she noticed her unlatched window slightly open to the early morning breeze.
"You need to stop doing that."
She let her eyes drop back to his gaze. 'Damn those eyes,' they had the easiest way of getting to her heart. "Sorry, it's habit."
He visibly winced from that comment. He knew perfectly well why she kept her window unlocked; it made it easier for him to sneak into her room at night. Somehow knowing that the window was always open for him, always made her feel safe.
"Where'd you go?"
His voice was so tiny and beaten. It was time for Alex to wince now. His words were like knives to her heart. She had left because it hurt too much to be around a man that regretted his decision to turn her. She hadn't thought of the possibility that it might've hurt him as well. "I traveled a lot. I ended up in London."
She watched as he nodded his head; his eyes gone, deep in thought. "Derek, what happened to you?"
His body tensed considerably, his eyes suddenly darkened to that of a thunder storm. She knew that look, she had seen it a few times in the short year before she ran. He fought internally, his soul suddenly going out like a pilot light; his pain visible through his tight muscles. "Everyone's dead Alex."
His body rose so fluidly from the bed. She was still amazed at his strength. His long legs stalked towards her. His eyes never left her own, his tall body towering over her. She remembered a time when he would almost curl himself around her, protecting her from everything. She would've reminded him that he didn't need to do that anymore, but it wouldn't have mattered. His response had always been that he needed to protect her, that his instincts wouldn't allow for anything less.
His hands slowly raised to her face, brushing down her soft skin. He moved so delicately, trying to memorize every curve and dip, as he traveled past her shoulder and down her arm. He stopped at her forearm, his fingers lazily tracing the black letters scaring her skin.
She shuddered at his touch. It had been so long since she had felt such heat and God did she crave it. The feel of his fingers tracing her tattoo was a slow seduction, his hands bringing back memories for the both of them.
His hand suddenly stopped their decent at her fingers. His large hands engulfed her own, but their fingers intertwined so perfectly together. Her breath suddenly caught in her throat as he pressed a kiss to her palm. His lips lingered for a moment, her palm pressed so gently against his face. His uneven breath chaffed her naked skin.
He allowed one more hitched breath before he made himself gain control. Slowly he lowered her arm, dropping it from his grasp. One last look into her eyes and he turned to leave. Alex closed her eyes and let her head drop back, her mind so fuzzy she couldn't even think straight. It didn't however stop her from hearing him one more time before her door closed.
"I missed you."