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

[08] Betrayal Runs Deep

[08] Chapter Eight

Betrayal Runs Deep

⟡ ⟡ ⟡ ⟡

"God dammit!" Clara hissed under her breath while shaking her lock. For the past ten minutes, she's been having trouble getting her lock open and so far nothing has worked. She's tried doing the combination, didn't work and she tried to crush the lock, didn't do it because she did not want to pay school expensives.

The time when she found out Derek kissed Erica and she was crying in the car was during her free period so here she was now, back in hell. Now most girls would skip school and spend there day in their bed, sobbing in misery about their heartbreak. But Clara wasn't like most girls; she bottled up her heartbreak and tucked it away, hopefully not letting it show.

"Come on!" Clara mumbled under her breath, shaking her lock once more before giving up.

"Need some help?" A cocky voice said from behind. Clara turned her head and saw Jackson standing there with his usual smirk. The werewolf realized she hasn't had a proper conversation with Jackson since the winter formal.

"Jackson Whittemore, what do I owe the pleasure?" She questioned him.

"Well from what I can tell, you can open your lock." Jackson chuckled before leaning against the neighboring locker, looking at Clara in curiosity, "And you seem on edge."

She rose her eyebrows, "On edge?"

"More than usual. What's wrong?"

"Do you care?"

Jackson shrugged, not giving her any answer but a blank stare. Clara sighed, "I saw Derek cheat on me with Erica."

His once arrogant smirk soon faded into a frown, his eyes wide, "Oh, um, wow."

"Yeah."

"Are you okay?" He asked, Clara unable to tell whether he was sincerely saying that or not. Little to her knowledge, he meant it but was good at hiding it.

"I'm fine." Her voice was blank, emotionless, but she wasn't fooling Jackson. She cleared her throat before adjusting her bag, "See you later Jackson."

With that awkward goodbye, Clara walked off behind him and headed downstairs. She didn't know why she was not reluctant to tell Jackson considering her and him aren't exactly best friend forever. Her thoughts about Jackson and their conversation ended when she saw Stiles and Scott sitting next to each other, facing one another, on the last step of the three-stepped staircase.

"I'm so sorry about the other day. I'm trying. We'll get through this. Uh, I know, because I love you." Stiles squeaked as if he was a speech. Clara leaned against the wall, her face twisting in confusion as a lovesick grin spread across Scott's face. She watched Stiles continue in odd curiosity, "I love you more than - oh, my God. I can't - You and Allison just have to find a better way to communicate.

"Cute, forbidden love, am I interrupting?" Clara sarcastically questioned them, both of their heads snapping back to look at her. She pushed herself off of the wall and sat right in between the two.

Scott gave Stiles an irritated look, "Come on! You're the only one that we can trust. Is she coming to the game tonight?"

"Yes! Message completed. Now, tell us about your boss?" Stiles asked while Clara looked over at Scott.

The teen wolf sighed, "He thinks that Allison's family keeps some kind of, uh, records of all the things that they've hunted. Like a book."

Stiles snapped his fingers as a light bulb lit above his head, "He probably means a bestiary."