always attract 🌙 derek hale | COMPLETED

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n// sorry this is a bit of a filler in my opinion but this is a little bit of a better insight for Effy and her relationships with our two favourite boys and tbh i think that is the beautiful thing but anyways this was a v v fun chapter to write and even though it's a filler and i whipped it up in a few hours i hope you like it!! (btw it's 4:32 am and i am a bit out of sorts rn so please excuse any typos made and if you see one point that out and i will fix it pronto lol love yall)

song of the chapter: catch fire by 5 seconds of summer ((lmao i think im pretty damn funny why dont yall appreciate this quality ass content im givin ya))

"So how was your drug dealing trip?" I asked into the phone whilst slamming a giant stack of papers on my coffee table. "You didn't get caught, did you? Oh, great, which one was it? I bet it was Stiles, and that isn't exactly good because his father is the Sheriff of the Beacon Hills Police Department."

"For the last time, we aren't selling drugs, Elizabeth," Derek laughed. "I'm not a drug lord."

"That's exactly what a drug lord would say. Tell me, Drug Lord Hale, what are you putting out on the market? What's the newest stuff that all the kids are doing these days? As a teacher, I have the right to know what the kids are on these days. Because back in our day, everyone was smoking pot, but now with today's technologies and shit they're-"

"We're not selling anything my God, Elizabeth!"

"Mhm," I scoffed. "I bet you aren't, Drug Lord Hale."

"Fine. Let's say I was a drug lord. What would you do?"

"I would rat you out sooner than you could say 'hey kids, wanna buy some drugs?'"

"Really? Just like that? What if I had a reason? Like, what if I had to pay off student loans or something?"

"You didn't go to college though."

"Who says I didn't?"

"Literally everyone. I don't even know if you have a job. Do you have a job? Like, besides being a drug lord?"

"For the last time, I am not a drug lord. And no, I don't have a job. I spend my days training."

"For what? Running for your life when the fuzz catch your ass?"

"Training for the good of my health, Elizabeth."

"Gross."

"What, and you don't?"

"No, but my forearms are killer from grading papers."

"I bet they are," he laughed. "But seriously, you don't work out?"

"Don't have the time. I really should though, I eat a lot of hot pockets these days."

"Well... I could, uh, help you... if you want..."

"Oh!" I said, surprised. "That was sudden. You trying to peek at my killer butt, Hale? No shame if you are, just trying to get a heads up before you do. I don't blame you, it's like two fresh apples back here."

"What- No!" He said, taken off guard by my accusations.

"So you're saying that my butt isn't worthy enough to be stared at?"

"N-No! That's not what I'm saying at all!"

"So you do want to stare at my butt?"

"...You're doing it again."

"Doing what?"

"Putting words in my mouth."

"I don't know what you're talking about."