Enduring Love (A Derek Hale Fanfic)

Chapter 1

I sat in the music room, located in the basement of Beacon Hills High School, practicing my piano.

My father, swim coach Lahey, thought that music was just a waste of time and an unethical career choice.Yeah, because professional swimmer was a much better choice, I thought to myself. My father forbade me to practice my passions around him; which were music and art. Art also being unethical. So, practicing at school seemed the best place.

The only problem? Today a few boys decided to practice basketball in the hallway and concentration was a little difficult to find. Soon, I had had enough and stormed into the hallway.

"I'm pretty sure you're suppose to practice basketball in a gym, not the music hall."

Suddenly, the boy dribbling the ball stopped and turned to face me. He was tall, probably 5' 10", maybe 5' 11", with short dark hair, and warm greenish, blue eyes. He was wearing a cocky but attractive smirk. I refused to let him see that I found him the slightest bit appealing.

"And who's going to stop us? You?" He chuckled.

I folded my arms across my chest and judded out my hip, annoyed. As he walked closer to me and into the light I recognized the face. Derek Hale. Star of the basketball team. How could I find him the least bit good-looking just like every other girl in this school? That's simple, it's because he was, and he knew it all too well.

"I'll tell you what. You take this ball out of my hand and we'll leave you alone and go back to the gym."

I hesitated.

"Oh, come on. I'll go easy on you," he smirked.

He began to dribble the ball slowly. I thought for a moment then swiped at the ball, but he moved it just before my hand made contact. His friends attempted to stifle thier cackles.

"You were so close. Oh, just try one more time," Derek suggested, still smirking widely.

Against my better judgement, I did. Again, he moved the ball just as my fingers grazed it. The boys howled with laughter, Derek's smirk grew even bigger. Highly pissed, I stalked back into the music room, slamming the door behind me. I sat down on the ebony bench, cracked my knuckles, and tried to play with the constant smacking of the ball against the tiled floor.

Almost an hour later, the dribbling ceased; and almost five minutes after that, one of the double doors opened and in walked Derek. He approached me slowly.

"Hey, listen. I'm sorry about earlier. I was being an ass."

"Yeah, you were," I agreed smuggly, still continuing to play.

He was quiet for a few seconds, "I'm D-"

"Derek Hale. I know who you are."

"Well, I don't know who you are."

"And I should tell you why?"

"Because, I want to know," he answered with a slight smile.

I stopped playing and turned around to face him with an overly fake smile.

"I'll tell you what. If you can play one instrument in this whole room, I'll tell you my name."

"Just one?" He smiled.

I nodded.

"Any one?"

"Any one."

Derek started glancing around. As I started playing again, he disappeared among the shelves. After a minute or two he came strolling back, his hands behind his back, a huge smile playing on his face. He then proceeded to hold up a musical triangle and hit it with a high pitched "ding".