𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐊 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐄 | ON HOLD !
"fighting it will only make it worse. just let it happen and stop avoiding it."
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in which a mysterious brooding werewolf finds a strange comfort and bond with a girl who appears to hate his guts.
{ derek hale x oc...
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SKYLAR STILINSKI STUDIED THE OUTFITS SCATTERED ACROSS HER BED AS SHE DECIDED ON WHAT TO WEAR TOMORROW FOR SCHOOL. Her head was tilted to the side, her eyebrows pulled together while her eyes darted between each outfit. To say she was conflicted on what to wear would be an understatement. She always had to make sure the first day outfit was absolutely perfect. Everything had to be perfect. There couldn't be anything wrong and nothing can't go wrong.
She had her best friends Lydia and Jackson as well as her twin brother Stiles. She also had a close friend who was another brother to her, Scott. And having her dad who she shared a close bond with was one of the biggest things in her life she was utterly grateful for. Although her and Stiles lost their mother when they were ten, not a day passes by when she doesn't think of her. She wished she had the opportunity to climb into her mom's arms and ask for advice whenever something happened or bothered her. But she still had people she could rely on. And she mainly relied on Jackson.
Skylar's brown eyes landed on a picture of her, Stiles, and Scott that sat on her nightstand by her bed. The three of them were in Scott's living room, all huddled together asleep under a blanket after they watched a scary movie. Scott's mom, Melissa, had taken the photo after coming home from work one night and saw the three of them. It had become one of Skylar's favorite photos, surrounded by both her brothers. A small smile came onto her face as she stared at the framed item, thinking about the night Stiles stole a movie from their dad's collection and felt completely rebellious.
But that smile soon faded as she felt a sudden drop in her stomach, fiddling with one of the rings she was wearing. She suddenly grew more anxious as the sick feeling in her stomach become harsher. Her eyes stayed locked on the photo, unable to look away for a few more moments until her eyelids fluttered shut. She inhaled and exhaled long and slow a few times until the sick feeling was gone.
She opened her eyes and avoided the picture, finally going back to focusing on the outfits sprawled across her bed. She glanced between two outfits and decided on light washed jeans, a white cami, and a black leather jacket. She never usually wears leather jackets but something in her gave her the sudden urge to wear it tomorrow.
Just as she was beginning to put the rest of the clothes away, Stiles came barging into her room, nearly tripping over his own feet. He dramatic took a breath, making her raise her eyebrows and give him an odd look at his behavior. Though she wasn't really surprised by the way he was acting. This is typical Stiles. The usual spurts of energy, the dramatic entrance half the time, and his humorous sarcasm she quite enjoyed. Only when it wasn't directed to her.
