Chapter 4: To My New Beginning
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf, point-blank period. I do wish I could own Derek Hale though; he would so be locked up in my basement, just kidding.
We finally got rid of Queen Bee. Jackson was upset and as mean as it was, I continued to laugh at Lydia's display. When we left them Lydia's lips were having a fight with Jackson's. Yeah, she'll be forgiven in the morning.
Allison and I made our way to her car. We were just chatting about random things, laughing at personal inside jokes we had, like when a mutually family friend fell into a river that we didn't push him into. Then she went and said the wrong thing, "So have you talked to your mom?"
When she said that, my gate came to a halt. I shook my shock off quickly and continued, "It's not like she'll call." I said harshly. I saw her face soften considerably. She knew my relationship with my mother was rocky. Well, anybody in my family knew my relationship with my mother was rocky. She always dumped me on the closest relative without as so much as a goodbye. I guess I can't blame her. She always was reckless; she did have me at fourteen. She always kept me hidden from guys she dated. Yeah, I bet nobody thought the great, amazing sexy Kate Argent is a teen mother.
Allison didn't respond till we were already buckled into the seatbelts of the car. She sighed and turned to me, "Fiona Argent, you know your mother loves you." She said forcefully.
I scoffed and answered quickly, "No, she loves you; she tolerates me because she has to." I said letting her know that is the end to the conversation.
The rest of the car ride was silent except for our playlist playing on her iPod through the car speakers. The last few minutes of the road were filled of the song, Daughters by John Mayer. How fitting for my mom problems. We pulled into the drive way 10 minutes later from school. We stayed at school until five o'clock at practice and it was starting to get dark. I walked past my Aunt and Uncle in the kitchen and walked to my room, still in my sullen mood. I threw my book bag on my bed. I changed into a tank top and sweatpants and sighed. Fiona if you do not get your behind out of this sullen mood now, I will… I didn't get to finish mentally scolding myself. Allison walked in looking determined.
"Fi, this is enough teen angst for a day! So you are going to get your homework out and put your genius to work and I'm going to find a coffee shop in this small ass town and get your favorite decaf coffee two creamers, five sugars !" she stormed up to me.
Allison being forceful was so amusing and rare, that I smiled at her and said, "Ok, Ally. You are totally right. This town is turning me soft!" I exclaimed in mock horror. We shared a laugh at that and she left to go get coffee.
I decided to follow Allison's advice and get started on my homework. I was halfway through my Advanced Algebra homework and suddenly got thirsty. I bounded down the stairs to find my special Fuze drinks. I looked in the refrigerator and was faced with a sight that almost killed me. Today is the day somebody dies. I thought, when there was absolutely none of my drinks in the fridge. There are three things that will get you killed if you mess with them; my family, my car, and my Fuze drinks.
I grabbed the keys to my car, after yelling up stairs that I'm going out. I might have used the words, 'When I get back from my journey, I will kill somebody in this house!' but same thing. I ran outside to my car. I revved the engine to my red Camaro. I drove in one direction (he he) until I saw a 7- Eleven. I hopped out of my car and jogged into the store. While I was jogging in, I noticed a nice Camaro parked outside, it was black versus my red one. Instead of being an older one like mine I would say it's one that came out this year. It was quiet inside; only one other customer was present. I swerved to the back of the store, where the drinks were displayed. I picked up about five teas and got a banana colada. I was turning around the corner when I bumped into a hard chest. Again!
"I'm sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going." I said not looking up to pick up my fallen drinks. After, I finally picked up my lost friends; I was greeted with hard green eyes.
"It is fine." He said gruffly. He turned to walk away but I stopped him.
"Is that your Camaro out there?" I asked curiously. He turned back around, looking annoyed.
"Yes, would you like to take a picture of it?" he said mockingly. I immediately decided I didn't like his attitude and I was going to show him up.
"Why would I want to take a picture of your 2011 Chevy Camaro, when I can just take a picture of my 1969 Camaro?" I asked sweetly.
While he stands shocked for a moment, I make my move to leave and this time it's him that stops me. "Derek Hale."
I looked confused for a couple of seconds," What?"
"My name is Derek Hale, yours?" he asked, still gruffly. He ran his hand through his nearly black hair. I smile now that he is opening up.
"Fiona." I said shortly.
"No last name?" he questioned.
"Dude, I just met you, you could be some sort of rapist that will stalk me once I tell you my name." I joked. I checked over his dark t-shirt under his leather jacket. So, he's a leather guy. I mentally laugh at how that could be misconstrued as sexual.
"Fair enough." He relented; we started walking to the counter. I placed my items on the counter and smiled at cashier, who looked like all she wanted to do was go home.
"Are you new in town?" Derek asked. I just noticed the items in Derek's hands; beef jerky and a protein shake. Cue internal laugh. He just keeps surprises me.
"Is it that obvious?" I said rhetorically. He had the ghost of a smile on his face.
"Small town, everybody knows everybody." He shrugged; all I could think was how wrong that shrug looked on him. He had such a rough demeanor.
"How long have you lived here?" I asked, while the cashier bagged up my things.
The ghost of a smile disappeared, "Just moved back." I didn't understand his change of demeanor. I handed the cashier the money for my drinks and I turned to walk out. As I opened the door, I spun around to say bye to Derek. He was facing my way still.
"It's Argent." I said loudly.
What he did next was unexpected, he totally froze. Hand still suspended in the air handing the money to the cashier. Eyes stone hard, jaw locked, and I swear I heard a growl. On that note I walked out to my car with one thought on my mind. A question I was going to solve no matter what. Who is Derek Hale and what does he have against my family?
A/n: I'm sorry but my computer was being a butt face, so thank you also to for reviewing. Still, many thanks to everybody. In the next chapter I will be finished with the episode. And guys, She met DEREK. I'm going to try to get their interaction down pact. Don't expect the next chapter to probable the end of this week or the weekend. Review, favorite, follow, please! Peace, Love, Rubber Gloves. Byeee!