Awoken Chaos

Chapter 6

"Why the hell am I here, again? You know my parents will kill me for being seen with you. No. Actually they'll kill both of us if I'm seen with you." Brooke said while sitting in the passenger seat of the car as he pulled into a gas station. He parked the black car by the third pump and turned to me. Brooke was supposed to be helping Scott get ready for his date with Allison, but she had to cancel when he showed up at her door without warning. It was like he was asking to get shot on sight.

"Tell me Brooke, how's the photography business going?" He questioned her, his tone as sharp as he always made it when he addressed her.

"I'm sorry okay?" She stated while closing her brown-green eyes. A single tear slipped down her face before she opened them again, this time not without looking at Derek. "I never meant to hurt them, I-. . . I'm gonna go get some twizzlers or something."

Brooke wiped her tears then stepped out of the black Camaro. Derek got out too, and began to put gas into his fancy car that Brooke loved but would never admit to his face.

Who does he think he is, Brooke exclaimed internally. She didn't think Derek had the right to bring up her past when he didn't even know the full truth. That day, that whole year, was completely different to her than it was to Derek. If he knew her side of the story, Derek would hate her even more than he did now.

The second Brooke walked in, the bell above the door chimed, and the guy behind the counter smiled at her. She nodded back. Then, after settling on an original family size pack of strawberry twizzlers, Brooke put the bag on the counter. The guy scanned them and motioned to the pump outside.

"That your boyfriend out there?" He questioned.

"Hell no." Brooke replied but her head turned to look out the window. When she does, a very recognizable SUV parked in front of Derek's Camaro. Chris Argent and another hunter got out. A sigh left her mouth, hunter just didn't know who to hunt. Or when to piss off and leave their power hungry noses out of other people's lives.

"Hey, do you have any spray paint?" Brooke asked. The guy behind the counter grabbed a can of white paint from underneath the desk. He rang it up with her twizzlers then put them in a bag.

"On the house, sweetheart." The guy smirked. Ew, Brooke cringed, creep.

"Thanks." She smiled politely before taking the bag and tiptoeing back outside.

As quietly as she could, Brooke made her way over to Chris' SUV. She grabbed the can of paint, she began to spray words on the back windshield. Brooke listened in on the scene unfolding in front of her, but there wasn't much to listen to because it was silent on the other side of the car. The hunters just stood as Derek filled his tank. When he finished, Chris stepped forward.

"I love your car, Derek. Black cars, though, very hard to keep clean." Chris grabbed the windshield cleaner and started washing the Camaro's glass. "Personally, I'm very protective of the things I love. That's something I learned from my family. You don't have much of that these days, do you?"

Brooke felt her blood boil at his words, a low growl even left her lips. Derek wasn't allowed to talk about the past, but the Argents were forbidden in her mind to talk about the incident. They were just being cruel now. Carefully, Brooke shook the can and continued to paint as the anger left her body. Derek still didn't say anything, but his jaw clenched on instinct and his eyes never looked away from them.

"I'm glad that we understand each other, Derek." Chris stated then turned around to walk back to his car. Brooke's eyes widened, she wasn't done yet. She poked her head out for Derek to see and he thought of something to say.