Distance [Derek Hale]

Chapter One

Ducking beneath the couple of teens who were in her way, she pressed her lips together tightly as she headed towards the library. No-one noticed her, no-one followed her, no-one cared, it was something that occurred on a regular basis. Her father said she had the nature of a criminal. Always slipping through people being unseen or unheard unless she wanted to be. It was something people could only dream off.

The moment she entered the library she was hit by the faint stench of mouldy books and a few other dodgy smells which she didn't want to concern herself about. She'd once seen one of the boys on the basketball team smoking in the corner, she wasn't sure if he knew she'd seen or not but she didn't mention it. It wasn't anything to do with her. Jogging up the stairs within the library, she navigated her way through the shelves until she made it to the back corner.

No-one ever went there. It was just her and her notebook and her pencil and any wild scenario her mind could conjure. Sometimes she'd listen in on the conversations going on around her and write those down if someone said something immaculate. Usually, it was just her own imagination, though.

As she rounded the last corner, her body jumped from fright a startled breath escaping her. In front of her in her usual seat was a boy (she knew him because he was the most popular boy within her year-group) and he had his nose pressed into a book. Upon hearing her intrusion he lifted his head up looking at her confused. None of them had expected the other to be there because just as she had often gone to escape the world around them he did the same.

"Ah..." he began, before he glanced to the side picking up a book which had her initials written on the front cover and had no sign of the school library logo anywhere, "I take it this one belongs to you then."

"Er... yes..." she trailed off, no amount of reading could ever have prepared her for this moment. She'd gone through the first year never speaking to him nor ever having to encounter him and now he was sat in her spot. In her seat.

He stared at her before an amused smirk formed on his lips and he looked down at his book, "you can stay if you're quiet... although I know you will be," he mused and sighed taking in a breath and looking to the side as she tried to think of how this could have happened. Regardless, she took a seat near the edge so that she was tucked behind the shelf enough to hide from the world but far enough from him that there was no issue of personal space.

Then did he realise that he had no idea who she was. He had three classes with her and he'd seen her sneaking around, but he didn't know her at all. Not even her name. Something had to be corrected there, "what's your name again?"

She glanced up at him suspiciously, "Margo," she said her voice quiet and sharp as if warning him not to speak further. She grabbed onto her notebook flicking it open to the page she was on. It was a yellow tatty thing which was obviously well-used and had numerous bad sketches in, words, lines, anything which came to mind. It was her book. Much like he was in her seat.

"I'm De-"

"I know who you are," she assured, and he narrowed his eyes out of both amusement and irritation. No-one had ever cut him off like that before. It was a new enigma for both of them to try and figure out.

Staring out at the laptop screen in front of her, her shaking hands hovered above the keys as she tried to think of the next word to say. There was nothing. No matter what stress she forced her procrastination through, no matter what the deadline was, or how many ideas she had, the words themselves could not leave her. Sighing, she took in a deep breath glancing over to the pictures on her wall as she did.