Gone Girl ━━ Derek Hale [2] [Completed]

[06] Fire with Fire

[06] Chapter Six

Fire with Fire

Bad Reputation by Joan Jett and the Blackhearts

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Clara sat on the edge of her bed, zipping up her black ankle boots. Stiles was suppose to be here in ten minutes to pick her up and drive her to the secret special surprise that him and Scott had planned out tonight. Still, they didn't give any hints on where they were going. All Clara knew was that Allison and Lydia was tagging along. Not that Clara minded, but it didn't make sense why Lydia was coming. While she was vividly aware of how Stiles was trying to charm her, or in other words drop down on his knees and kiss her feet, Clara was also aware of how Lydia was still very much in love with Jackson. 

As she continued to slip into her shoes, Tate walked into the room and leaned against the wall, "You going out?"

"Yeah, Scott and Stiles are taking us girls to some special surprise tonight." Clara smirked before standing up, "Don't wait up."

But she stopped once she noticed the distant and somewhat troubled expression that was on his face. Her brows furrowed as she frowned, "Everything alright Tate?"

"Um, yeah I'm fine. I just..." He paused, closing his eyes and letting out a conflicted breath, "I have a lot on my mind right now. Um, go have fun with your friends."

"Okay, call me if you need me." Clara said carefully said, concerned about him but neither less, brushing it off, "I'll see you later."

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The blue entrance doors swung open, revealing a giant yet empty ice rink. Clara smiled in satisfaction as she stepped inside. "I'm impressed. You two idiots actually pulled something off that won't go off in flames."

Allison and Scott smiled all lovesick at each other before going off to look at the rink. Lydia crossed her arms, glancing around the place while looking at Stiles, unimpressed since Jackson's probably taken her on better dates. Clara hated seeing Stiles try so hard to get a girl, but neither less, continue being some-what supportive of whatever was going on between him and Lydia.

After a few minutes, Clara sat next to Stiles on the bleacher as the two tied up their skates. Clara hasn't skated in years but she vaguely remembered her dad taking her once. Her father always loved to have one-on-one quality time with Clara and she enjoyed it as well. 

The brunette stopped tying her skates to rub her arms, "God, could it get any colder in here?"

Stiles noticed her discomfort from the cold and quickly pulled out a rolled up orange shirt from his backpack, "Here."

"I'm wearing blue." Clara remarked, gesturing to her navy blue tank-top that was underneath her black cardigan, "Orange and blue do not go well together. I mean, I'm not apart of the fashion police or anything, but I try to not look hideous." 

Stiles' eyes widened, "But it's the color of the Mets."

Clara rose her eyebrow at him, giving him the look as he gave up and stuffed the orange shirt into his book-bag, "Okay, um, maybe orange and blue is not the best. Right, you know, um, sometimes there's other things you wouldn't think would be a good combination end up turning out to be, like, a perfect combination, you know, like two people together - who nobody ever thought would be together ever."

The werewolf looked over at her friend and pressed her lips together, frowning, "Why do I get the feeling that your little speech wasn't about Allison and Scott."