The Chance of Meeting You. (TeenWolfFanfic)

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Chapter Twenty Five.

"So it showed up out of no where?" Isaac asked, who had also shown up at my house.

"Well yeah Jackson was suppose to come over, and I thought it was him so that's why I checked." I winced when Derek ran his fingers over the fresh scrapes on my arms.

"But Jackson hasn't shown up yet?" Derek looked up at me.

"Nope." I said, popping the p.

"Have you heard from him?" Derek was looking straight at me.

"No, but he said he had to stop and do something before he came over.." I kind of trailed off at the end.

"What about the claw?" Isaac asked reaching for it.

"What about it?" I asked, turning away from Derek.

"Nothing, I just wanted to look at it." he said, turning his attention to the sharp objects in between his fingers.

"So, why didn't I get paralyzed this time?" I asked, looking in between the both of them.

"I was wondering the same thing." Isaac said, not removing his attention from the claw.

"Ugh, this is both frustrating and confusing." I groaned.

"Are you sure you're not hurt?" Isaac asked, suddenly looking up.

"Besides two new holes to add to my body, yes I'm fine." I shook my head, and a soft chuckle came out of my mouth.

"Derek, you okay?" Isaac turned to him.

That's when I realized that he was staring at the fresh wounds on my body, he looked worried and actually kind of terrified. Derek was like a stone wall who never showed his emotions, so him being scared made me kind of afraid.

"This is just so weird." he said silently.

That's when I heard someone walk through the front door and son enough my dad appeared around the corner. I peered over at the clock on the stove and saw that it was only five thirty, he was home hours before what he usually should be.

"Don't take this the wrong way," he started, "but how many boys are you seeing?" he asked, gesturing to the boys standing in front of me.

"None dad, these are my friends." I laughed.

"Who just happen to be boys?" he looked at me suspiciously.

"I think so.." I looked at the  both of them.

"We were just leaving." Derek turned around and waved, and Isaac followed him out the back door.

After they left my dad saw the gashes on my arms and rushed over to me, he took my arms into his hands and gave a concerned look. I knew what he was thinking, he was thinking that I had done this to myself. That I was some sort of depressed and I was now hurting myself.

"No, no dad I fell." I laughed to break the tension.

"And used your arms to break your fall?" again, he looked at me suspiciously.

"I wasn't really thinking and I thought it'd be safer than landing on my chest." I pulled my arms away from him.

"Yeah, well you can't break a boob so think next time." he said in complete seriousness before he got up.

I laughed at the comment that he had just said and then pushed myself off the counter that I had been sitting on.

"Dad, why are you home so early?" I stood beside him in front of the sink.