Cassidy's POV
"Are you sure about this?" I ask as I clutch my notebooks tighter to my chest.
Derek takes my hand as we look up at the haunting school, or so it looked to me, and I gulped. He squeezed my hand in reassurance and I nod to myself.
I take a step, then another. But I immediately freeze and turn back to Derek, rushing into him. He hugs me tight and right before I leave his arms, and his smell of mint and old lofts, he whispers,
"I love you." He lets me go and I smile to reply, but he's already gone. I sigh and walk on to campus, feeling overwhelmed.
I take my seat in my first class, not sure what to do, how to act. I usually have Derek to talk to or hold hands with. I take a deep breath, then open my notebook. As soon as the glossy cardboard cover flips, someone's presence is filling up next to me. I try to keep it cool, look down, ignore. But that someone speaks,
"Hey!" I look up. It's a girl. She has brownish hair and green eyes and she looks fairly nice. I close my notebook and decide to answer her,
"Hey." She seems excited that I responded and kept the conversation going,
"I'm Grace. What's ur name?" She seemed welcoming, but Derek doesn't trust anyone, so I don't.
I must've said that out loud.
Because Grace answers,
"You know Derek Hale?!" She looks confused but hopeful. I think about what Derek would do, and answer,
"Yeah. And my name is Cassidy." I wince at the end because I sort of regretting already spilling too much information. Grace leans in closer,
"I know him too. We all do." She nods back to the back of he class. Derek has talked about them. The pack. Scott's pack. They seem, alright to trust.
Well, that's what Derek says.
