❝ we're supposed to be in this together, Andy. No matter what or who we're against, we're supposed to do it together. That's what us is all about ❞
𝐝𝐞·𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫 | the complete loss or absence of hope.
Or something that Andrea was feeling at the m...
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NOBODY LIKES HIM
"YOU know, I'm starting not to like this idea. Sounds kinda dangerous."
Isaac continued to pace back and forth in front of the giant window in Derek's loft as he played with his fingers nervously, biting his bottom lip.
"It is dangerous," Andrea muttered under her breath.
The curly haired boy stared at her with horror, even more nervous than before, "You know what? I definitely don't like this idea, and I definitely don't like him."
Derek glared at the girl for making Isaac even more nervous than before, which she only replied with a simple shrug, knowing that she was right. He sighed, "You'll be fine."
"Does it have to be him?" Isaac had finally stopped pacing, making his way toward the table and stopping right next to his girlfriend.
"He knows how to do it. I don't," the Alpha answered lightly, not bothering to look up from his book. "It'd be more dangerous if I tried doing it myself."
"You know Scott doesn't trust him, right?" the curly haired boy announced, running his hands up and down the cover of a book nervously. "You know, personally, I'd—well, I'd trust Scott."
"Do you trust me?" Derek questioned, raising an eyebrow at the boy.
"Yeah," he replied through a sigh. "I still don't like him."
"Nobody likes him," both Derek and Andrea answered in unison.
Isaac was holding onto the girl's shoulder, trying to calm himself down by breathing slower than usual, when the door of Derek's loft slid open-Peter had arrived. A cocky smile was seen on his face as he greeted, "Guys."
As he walked toward the group of three, he began, "FYI? Yes, coming back from the dead has left my abilities slightly impaired, but the hearing still works. So I hope you're comfortable saying whatever it is that you're feeling straight to my face."
Derek sighed as his uncle stopped right in front of him, shutting his book close while deadpanning at the older man, "We don't like you. Now shut up and help us."
"Fair enough," Peter shrugged, revealing his claws.
Andrea had moved to sit on the couch when Derek and Isaac pushed the table closer to the window, leaving a single chair in the middle of the loft. The Alpha sat next to her, while Isaac sat on the lone chair nervously.
"Relax," Peter ordered, trying—and failing—to calm the boy down. "I'll get more out of you if you're calm."
"How do you know how to do this, again?" Isaac asked as the older man stood behind him, getting ready in position.
