SO...Where were we? (continuing from the last chapter)
-SSC
After a long chat and exchanging kisses here and there, Derek excused himself to go to the bathroom though he placed a lingering kiss on her lips before forcing himself to stomp in the direction of the bathroom. Meg was still seated on the edge of the table and watched him leave with a slight tilt to her head and a fond smile playing at her lips.
There was a knock at the steel door and she perked up instantly and jumped to her feet before rushing to the door. With a sharp creak the door slide open and she looked up to stare into the familiar face of Jackson.
He was startled by her presence at first, standing in a pair of dark blue jeans, white cotton shirt with a red long sleeved jacket. His chestnut brown hair was brushed up in its usual boyish way but there was something different about him, that usual cocky nature had faded away and there was this guilt in his blue eyes that Meg couldn’t help but pity.
“Hey is Derek here?” He asked, after clearing his throat, she smiled and nodded.
“Yup I think he went to the bathroom, I hope you don’t mind waiting.” Meg answered moving aside to allow him in, Jackson seemed surprised by her smile and her invitation, and hesitantly he took a step over the threshold.
“Yeah whatever.” He muttered under his breath and walked in but didn’t move any further than the middle of the living room. Meg shut the door behind her though her gaze never left him; he looked so awkward fiddling with his hands while gazing at the interior.
Jackson’s crystal eyes wandered around the room, his nose twitched when a dank smell brushed under his nose, it was damp wood and dust. His stare landed on the couch on the far corner, it was slightly torn in places—he itched to comment on its tacky state, he bit his tongue to stop himself.
“So how are you Jackson?” Megra’s question made him spin around to face her; he was tempted to narrow his gaze on her. Is she trying to make small talk? But from the warm smile and twinkle in her eyes, she seemed genuinely interested.
“I am alright” He said with a hapless shrug, she nodded in acknowledgment before an awkward silence fell on to them. Jackson watched her swing back and forth on the soles of her shoes while softly clapping her hands together and whistling to herself. He wondered if it was her way of avoiding looking at him like the lizard he was. The same guilt from earlier flooded his mind, combined with the tension he felt he had to say something, anything.
“Listen about what happened when I was that creepy lizard thing I—“Jackson began.
“Hey chill don’t worry about it” She cut in, as if she was waiting for him to say something “besides it not like you actually knew what you were doing its all the in the past and you are one of us now.”
Jackson was surprised by her words, he was preparing himself for a deleterious tongue lashing from her, he stared trying to read her expression but she remained benevolent which only threw him off more.
“One of you?” He echoed.
“Werewolf.” She stated.
“Oh…” He thought hinted at a friendship and when he looked contemplative Meg mistook his reaction for one of rejection.
“If you want you could join our pack” She added rather hastily, the last thing Meg wanted was to create a bigger rift “I know that’s not really your thing but the offer is always open you know, the more the merrier.”
There was a slight upturn at the corner of his lips that instantly eased her nerves; he was clearly entertained by her rambling, awkwardness.
“Yeah I don’t think that would be happening anytime soon.” He replied, rubbing at the back of his neck.
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Reason-Sequel to Caution. Purpose. Faith-A Derek Hale Story (Teen Wolf fanfic)
Fanfiction<i>"No I don't, why don't you show me?" He challenged staring her down, Meg would have gazed back" if his lips weren't so distracting. Derek always liked being dominant, she supposed it was part of his charm-and competitive nature-sometimes sh...
