Werewolves - The Witch Series Vol.1 - Teen Wolf Fanfiction - Derek Hale x OC

1.2 Second Chance at First Line

January 15th 2011 - Saturday

The next morning, Charlie awoke slowly, relishing the cocoon of blissful unconsciousness where nothing in the world mattered. Unfortunately, a chilly gust of wind streamed through the open window, shattering her peace and reminding her she was alone in bed. She exhaled a sigh of relief. Rarely did she have the luxury of waking up after such an adventure, especially with a complete stranger. If she turned around now and found him still there, the embarrassment might just consume her. The Lurker had seized control of her a few times before, but never under such circumstances. She suspected it had something to do with her longstanding avoidance of predators of that ilk. Particularly after that one time nearly a decade ago when her old friend Deuc invited her to a rally as his Emissary. That adventure had ended in a bloody massacre, reinforcing her desire to steer clear of werewolves.

Charlie spent the weekend pondering her potential future encounter with Derek. If he was indeed who he claimed to be, avoiding the meeting would be nearly impossible. A chance encounter with Sharon interrupted her musings only as they both shopped at a market near the school.

"Charlotte," the dark-skinned woman greeted her, eyeing her with a curious glance.
Sharon was an embodiment of effortless elegance, her dark skin glowing with an inner radiance. Though not tall and a little overweight, she carried herself with a grace that commanded attention. Her almond-shaped eyes, sharp with intelligence, sparkled with mischief as she assessed her new friend. 

Her curly hair, often tamed into intricate styles, was today left free in a wild, yet controlled halo that framed her face perfectly. Dressed in a flowy, colorful blouse and well-fitted jeans, she exuded confidence and warmth, a stark contrast to Charlie's more subdued appearance.

Charlie, on the other hand, exuded a captivating bohemian vibe intertwined with a fierce biker chic aesthetic. Her fiery red locks were meticulously braided and adorned with vibrant beads and delicate feathers, creating a mesmerizing visual feast. Clad in a sleek, black leather motorcycle jacket reminiscent of the rebellious Harley style, she paired it effortlessly with a simple, yet alluring t-shirt. 

Her figure-hugging black skinny jeans stressed her slender frame, adding a touch of allure to her overall appearance. An array of necklaces, a combination of enchanting crystals and mystical symbols, along with contemporary jewelry, gracefully hung around her neck, emanating an aura of mystique. Completing her ensemble were stylish biker boots, exuding an air of confidence with every step. Her emerald green eyes, framed by delicate freckles, seemed to hold a universe of untold secrets, captivating all those fortunate enough to gaze into their depths.

"Did you have a good date yesterday?" Sharon's voice was smooth and teasing, her words dripping with playful curiosity.

"I..." Charlie stammered, wondering if the English teacher was clairvoyant. "Yes, something like that..."

"Girl, why did you let him out of bed? You still have soft knees... Ah, youth..." Sharon trailed off, seeing the redhead's embarrassment and not caring. She had taken a liking to her almost at first sight and wanted her to loosen up a bit, as she seemed perpetually tense.

 "Handsome? Intelligent? I don't have to ask about other qualities, because I can see that from you perfectly..." She smiled mischievously.

"Handsome... and probably not stupid... But it's more of a one-night thing..." Charlie tried to keep her cool, but conversations like this were completely alien to her. She had been rise differently, and while she was aware, some might see her as rigid or prudish, the rules were too deeply and strongly instilled for her to overcome them quickly.

"If he doesn't call you, it means he's stupid after all," Sharon commented. "But if he brings you breakfast in bed next time, you'd better chain him to the radiator and not let him out," she winked and walked away towards the tills.