Because Kristin wants to go," Derek replied simply and I couldn't help but smile at his response. I still couldn't believe Derek had agreed to go to the dance with me tomorrow night although he looked less than impressed when I told him my father was a werewolf hunter.
He's not going to dump me because it. I assured myself.
"Well that's the right answer." My mother smiled. Usually I would have told her to back off with all the questions but it wasn't just her learning about Derek it was me too. For example I had no idea he used to play baseball and baseball or that he liked children. I knew he had a younger sister and young cousins but he hadn't gone into detail about his family yet, and I honestly didn't see him as the guy that played around with children. He seemed to be the guy that made little children run in the opposite direction out of fear.
Is he ever going to stop surprising me? I wondered.
"I told you he was a gentleman." I gloated as I tore off a piece from my bread roll.
You could tell my grams was obsessed with chickens by looking at the house it was a little creepy. Everything had chickens on it; the house was cluttered with chicken statutes and stuffed chicken dolls.
"You know Kristin used to be a ballerina." My mother talked Matter-of-factly and I couldn't help but roll my eyes. My mother was a ballerina when she was a child up until her teenage years, and she was the one that got me to enrol into the classes; it was her dream and not mine. I preferred camping with my father, practicing martial arts, shooting at the range and practicing with my compound bow. Wearing a tutu was embarrassing and humiliating which is why I only lasted a year before I quit.
"No way." Derek chuckled.
"What? You can't picture me in a tutu?" I smirked.
"No I can't." Derek shook his head and laughed some more, "Please tell me there is photos?"
"Nope I burned them all." I smiled smugly.
"Not all of them." My mother smirked and I shot her the evil eye; she had promised that she had no evidence of my ballerina days.
Liar!
"And why not?"
"Because you looked too cute and I wanted at least one photo as a reminder."
"At least! Are you saying there is more than one?" I cringed.
"Maybe." My mother shrugged innocently.
"Well what's you answer? Can I go to the dance?" I had to change the subject before she went and retrieved the photo.
"I'm still unsure." My mother replied and I held in the sigh of frustration which wasn't easy by the way.
"Oh come on it's just a dance. Please stop being so over protective?" I made sure not to snap at her; it would've just made her annoyed and I wasn't trying to start a fight. I was trying to gain her support.
"Well I'm sorry for being so over protective but it's a mother's job and the situation is far from normal. I have every right to be concerned when my daughter starts dating a werewolf."
"Mom please?" I was practically begging. I hated begging but I wanted her to be on my side instead of against me.
"It's just a silly dance." Peter spoke and I expected my mother to tell him to butt out or to mind his own business but she didn't instead she smiled at him- it was weird.
She sighed and rubbed her forehead, "Fine but I want you home by 11pm understood?" She looked at both Derek and I, and we nodded. The dance was going to be great.
