That Girl (Part 2)

Chapter 33

“No?” Stiles and Matt said at the same time. But I never broke eye contact with Derek. He knew.

“No.” Derek confirmed it. And Matt dropped the gun from my head.

“Well that must really be a kick in the balls Derek. How does it feel?” Derek and I were still looking at each other.

“It’s not a new sensation.” I finally looked away and too the floor. There was a silence before Derek spoke again. “Are we done here?” He said to Matt, who then laughed.

“I guess she can live, for a while.” He said and pushed me away and I hit the desk before falling to the floor. I rested against the front of the desk with my back.

“Good,” Matt started to walk to the door. “As soon as I can walk again, Your dead.” Matt smirked but then walked out of the room leaving an incredibly awkward silence. I looked to Stiles who looked even more awkward.

“Derek I…”

“It’s fine; it’s not news to me.” He interrupted.

“Derek, I don’t have room in my heart for the love that you do.” I whispered ignoring him. His eyes looked at me confused. “I have other people that I love, not just you.”

“And I have no one except you.” He scoffed.

“That’s not what I meant…”

“Can you two talk about this later? I don’t really want to be forced to listen to your couples fight.” Stiles interrupted. “Now is that hypothetical situation that we talked about getting any less hypothetical?” He whispered to Derek.

“I think so. I can move my toes.” Stiles sighed.

“Dude, I can move my toes.” Derek let out a breath before he started to dig his claws in deeper to his thigh. I looked away and at Jackson who had his back to us. Suddenly all the lights went out, and the emergency alarm and lights came on. I stood up but Jackson started to walk away from the door. There was gunshots and glass breaking. It couldn’t be Matt, he differently didn’t have that many bullets. Which meant the Argents. Slowly the smell of something horrible came into the room, along with smoke. Scott came running in after pushing Jackson down.

“Take him!” Derek said nodding to Stiles, Scott bent down and helped Stiles up, while Derek was only just getting the rest of his body back, Stiles was still almost paralysed completely.

“What should I do?” I asked Derek as he started to stand up resting on the desk.

“Stay close to me, If you run off, who knows who will find you.” I nodded, agreeing. A knife in the corner caught my eyes. I went over to it and saw it was close to the one Derek had given me to practice with. I picked it up anyway. “What are you doing?”

“You have fangs, what do I have?” I said walking over to him.

“Me. I’m your weapon, I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

“And what if you get paralysed again.” He looked away from me in defeat.

“You might wanna take your shoes off.” I looked down at my black heels, and gave him a confused look. “I have a feeling we’ll be doing some running.” I smiled at him and took them off.

“Why is it whenever we are in these situations I lose my shoes?” he smiled and stood up straight.

“Okay, let’s go, stay behind me.” I nodded and we left the office. I heard a lot of movement but one thing that caught my attention was the sound of my dad, groaned.

“Dad!” I ran away from Derek and in the direction of the cells.

“Haylie! What did I say?” I ignored Derek's yell, and ran into the room and saw my dad pulling the handcuffs trying to break it from the wall.