[☾★ ] Alexander MCCall had been in the same grade as Derek when the Hale House was burnt down. The MCCall boy had been class when Derek suddenly ran out, his sister Laura running along side him.
Alexander made up an excuse for them both.
And when...
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CHAPTER THREE: ice pick
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APPARENTLY ALEXANDER'S CRUSH ON DEREK HALE WAS WELL-KNOWN.
"Oh, because you are so much better," Alec MCCall told Stiles through the phone, after he other said how it was insane how the other liked Derek Hale.
"What exactly is this about, this time?" Noah asked, sounding annoyed and tired.
"Your son, won't shut the fu-" Alec started, as Stiles had been having him on speaker.
"Language!" Noah yelled.
"funk up. And talking about shit he doesn't know."
"Funk?" Stiles asked, while Noah sighed and muttered something that Alec was unable to hear.
"Just, go to your room." Noah sighed. "The both of you. And Alec, you should be asleep. You have work tomorrow."
"I'm not saying I made a better choice. "I'm saying, Derek is a murderer-"
"Technically, the only one we know that he killed is Peter, and that was with good reason."
"Whatever, L-"
"Lydia ignored your very existence from elementary school up to that night at the school." ¤¸¸.•'¯'•¸¸.•..>> ƁƖƬЄ <<..•.¸¸•'¯'•.¸¸¤
Alec had been spending the day showing Derek around his apartment. "So, there is an extra room, which you can take anytime you want. But, you'd have to at least text me before showing up. Because, Scott did the same thing once and I almost shot him. Not, that you'd have to completely worry about that, none of my bullets are wolves-bane laced."
Derek smiled at hearing the other quickly explain, clearly nervous. "Alec, relax."
"You need to stop listening to my heartbeat. It's rude." Alec told him.
"I don't have to listen to your heartbeat to know you are worried. And nervous."
Shit. Fuck. Alec thought, worried that Derek knew of his crush on him. ¤¸¸.•'¯'•¸¸.•..>> ƁƖƬЄ <<..•.¸¸•'¯'•.¸¸¤
Alec had panicked had ran out, saying how he was going to be late for work. ¤¸¸.•'¯'•¸¸.•..>> ƁƖƬЄ <<..•.¸¸•'¯'•.¸¸¤
