Enduring Love (A Derek Hale Fanfic)

Chapter 2

I woke abruptly to the sound of the door slamming. The clock on my radio read 6:25 a.m. I went ahead and got up anyways. I washed my face and straightened my dark brown hair before going to wake Isaac.

As he stumbled around to get ready, I walked into my room and chose an outfit: medium-wash blue jeans, red flannel button-up with a black tank underneath and my black Vans. I brushed my teeth then applied black eyeliner and mascara. Isaac was waiting for me in the kitchen.

"Tyler's mom is going to pick me up soon for school. I'm not riding the bus."

"Okay, good. Me niether."

"Who's taking you?" Isaac interogated.

"A friend from school."

"A boyfriend?" He cheesed.

"A friend that so happens to be a boy, yes."

"Yeah, okay."

"You're 10. What do you know?"

"I'm 10, not stupid."

Just then, Tyler's mom honked, signaling her arrival.

"Bye, Bri. Love you."

"Bye, Isaac. Love you, too. Be careful."

"You too!" He called as the door closed behind him.

While I was waiting for 8 o'clock to roll around, I decided on drawing. I pulled my sketch pad from my back pack and began drawing absentmindedly. Before I knew it, I heard a knock at the door. I glided over and opened it to reveal a smiling Derek.

"Hey, sorry I'm early."

"Don't worry about it. We can just chill here for a little bit."

I moved aside, inviting him in. His smile grew slightly as he walked in. I glanced at the clock; it was 7:37. Someone doesn't just accidentally run 30 minutes early. When I walked into the kitchen, Derek was scanning through my sketch pad.

"These are really good," he noted, "You draw like you play piano."

"Thanks, but they're really not that much."

"Really now? Because I beg to differ."

I rolled my eyes and he just smiled.

"Want anything to eat or drink?" I offered.

"No, thanks."

"No problem."

"So, do you do this for fun or school or something like that?"

"Truthfully, I'm not too sure. I guess for me. Most of those are drawn while Im not really paying attention."

"You can't tell."

He flipped through some more pages and stopped at one of a portrait of a woman in her early twenties.

"Who's this?" Derek questioned.

"My mother."

"Oh, sorry I asked. I didn't mean to-"

"No, no, " I cut him off, "You're fine. Really."

"Would you mind if I asked what happened to her?"

"No, not at all. Ugh, well, she's been missing for a few years. Six, actually. She went missing right before my 10th birthday."

"I'm sorry, Bri. I really shouldn't have asked."

"Don't worry about it. Really, it's okay."

He gave me a smile then. But there was something more to it. Sympathy? Probably. That was the feeling I was getting from him.