𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐍, derek hale ✓

𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐖𝐎

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NEWS FLASH

IN HINDSIGHT, EMERSON KNEW DODGING ELIZABETH MILLER ALL SUMMER WOULD BITE HER IN THE ASS.

Up until recently, she'd never known the girl to be the confrontational type; however, she was proven entirely wrong when Elizabeth had shown up outside of her front door that morning.

Emerson gradually stopped responding to her texts once she found she couldn't use the excuse of being sick any longer, hoping the girl would catch the hint. But it seemed like she didn't, even as she was meant to be moving away for school in just four days.

"I know you're in there!"

And fuck, did she sound mad. Elizabeth never sounded mad.

Emerson found herself jogging down the stairs, opening the door with lightning speed as she was all but pushed aside, her friend storming impact her and into the foyer.

"Hey El—"

"Where the heck have you been?!"

"I've been busy," was her immediate response, one that Elizabeth wasn't falling for so easily based on the sneer that phased onto her face.

"That's bullshit and you know it."

Emerson flinched.

She thought this was all wrong. The Miller girl wasn't supposed to be here, in this home that had already been broken into. Her scent wasn't identifiable before, given she'd never been to the Prescott home, but it sure as hell would be now if the alpha pack stopped by.

Just because they were playing the waiting game, it didn't mean they weren't actively praying against Emerson and Derek's downfalls. What was stopping them from going after Elizabeth, like they'd done with Erica and Boyd? Absolutely nothing, and just the thought of that made Emerson's stomach roll.

"I've been—"

The ringing of her phone interrupted her train of thought, and she wasn't quick enough with fishing it out of her pocket and declining it. Not before Elizabeth saw the caller ID that popped up, either.

"Why is Derek Hale calling you?" she asked slowly, almost disbelieving.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. She couldn't say what she wanted to, that they were teaming up to find a pack of alpha werewolves who were up to no good, so she opted for the only other thing she could've said. "We've been hanging out, I guess."

Elizabeth scoffed, her hands going to her hips. "So you have time to hang out with Derek Hale, but not me?" she snapped. "You've been avoiding me all summer for what? For him?"

"I haven't been avoiding you," Emerson tried, shaking her head to sell it.

"Yes! You have!" her friend responded loudly, and the blonde almost took a step back, "and I think I deserve to know why."

Emerson knew what needed to be done, because she had to get Elizabeth out of the house. She had to get the girl as far away from her as possible, now that the people who were hunting her could've very well been canvassing the place as they spoke.

"You don't need to know everything, Elizabeth," the blonde said, her jaw rolling back. "I'd like it if you left, actually."

Elizabeth looked bewildered. "No," she outright declined. "I'm your best friend Em, so I think I d—"

"You're not," Emerson snarled, the words sounding off as they left her tongue. "You are not my best friend because you don't know anything about me."

Anger flooded the girl across from her, judging by her stiff body language. "Not for lack of trying, because hello, I've tried— I've been trying for years!" she yelled back, her hands falling to her sides in exasperation. "God, Emerson, doesn't it get exhausting trying to keep everything to yourself?"

"I don't keep things from people who matter," she deflected with a forced roll of her eyes.

Elizabeth's eyes narrowed. "So you're saying I don't matter, is that it? That I haven't mattered to you in the last four years we've known each other?" she questioned, walking right up to the blonde who steeled herself at the proximity.

Emerson's stomach churned. "That's exactly what I'm saying," she retorted hotly. "You were a means to an end, just like everyone else in that goddamn school."

"Well news flash, Emerson," the other girl started, and Emerson almost recoiled when her gaze locked onto Elizabeth's wet eyes, "you'll be lonely for the rest of your life because trust me, no one will ever want to be around someone like you."

Something ugly shot through her chest as she stood there, taking each and every word the Miller girl was saying to heart. When she'd left people in the past, no one really fought against her as she cut her final ties. But there Elizabeth was, making her regret it all. Why couldn't she just let it go— Emerson wanted to beg her to let her go.

But she couldn't. "Who says that I care ab—" the ringing cut her off once more, and she mentally cussed Derek out for being so damn persistent during such a time.

"You better answer that," Elizabeth said in a monotone voice, and Emerson couldn't even do anything when she made her way toward the door. "Wouldn't want to leave your new criminal bestie waiting."

The door slammed shut, Emerson rooted in place like she was too scared to even move. The sudden rapid rise and fall of her chest would've been a dead giveaway to anyone around that she was panicking, but there wasn't. There wasn't anyone around.

She was entirely alone in the house, and while she'd grown to be friendly with that type of isolation, she felt like she was suffocating this time around. It made her hands shake with anger because why couldn't she let Elizabeth's words roll off her back like they normally would've?

There was that nagging voice in her mind. You get too comfortable, you get too attached, you reap the consequences.

The phone kept ringing, the sound manifesting into a screeching noise that rattled around in her brain the longer she stared at the spot where Elizabeth had once been standing. She reached for her phone again, not even bothering to check the ID before she was barking down the line. "What the fuck do you want, Derek?"

She swore she heard him growl. "Woah, what's your problem?" was the Hale man's question— a question that was grating on her nerves.

A part of her knew it was unfair to take it out on Derek, but she couldn't help it. "I'm not in the mood," she grit out. "I'm gonna hang up if you don't—"

"You need to get to the house."

Emerson didn't even want to leave her own house at the minute, much less travel across town to get to the Hale property. "I'm busy. Call someone else."

"Look, I don't know what crawled up your ass and died, but you need to meet me and Scott over here," he snapped in return, her grip on the phone tightening at his raised tone. "It's about Isaac."

Emerson bit her cheek. "What about him?" she said with feigned nonchalance, as if her palms didn't start to sweat at the urgency behind his words.

There was a small pause before he spoke up again. "It was them. I'm trying to get his wounds healed, but it's ha—"

She found herself hanging up, now entirely angry for a different reason.

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[ wyn's note ]

told y'all i was gonna ruin it :( and by it i mean the e-squared friendship :( and emmy thinks this is for the better but at WHAT COST?????

emerson 'let urself be happy' challenge when??? WHEN???

thanks for 9k! mwah ily