Lunar Clock

~Chapter 4: But That's What Worries Me~

DPOV

OH MAN! I could feel my face burning all over again. I was on the floor of the reading room; my feet gave out after pretty much falling down the flight of stairs, and this was the only place I could think of to go.

OH GOD! I could never look at Chloe the same way again after that! And worst of all, she probably would never speak to me EVER again either! When I saw how red and hateful her face looked, I could just see the little bit of the friendship we had had just go up in smoke. Or... was that the steam that was coming out of her ears?

I covered my face, rocking from side to side as I laid there, repeating that this was not happening, over and over and over in my stupid idiotic werewolf head. But I sat up, and I knew pretty damn well, that it was happening, so what in hell was I going to do about it?

My throat let out a small annoying growl, saying that my body was ticked off too. Shut up you, it's partially your fault too!

How was I going to make this up to her? I mean_ I almost saw her...

I began rocking from side to side again, my hands on my face. This was not happening, this CANT be happening! OH GOD what have I done!

CPOV

I went straight to my room, and didn't come out. I honestly knew that it wasn't a bright thing to do, but I didn't exactly feel like going out to go talk to Derek about it either.

Geez, I mean not only did I completely embarrass and probably make Derek feel alienated, but he probably felt pretty damn bad about the whole thing too. It wasn't his fault that I didn't lock the door, and it wasn't his fault about the way I acted either. I pulled my knees up to my chin; he just sat there, and took all that crap I yelled, god don't I feel like a little sh*t for doing that to poor Derek.

The room was dark, and you could start losing yourself in your thoughts after a while, and that's what I did. For a moment I thought; oh crap, what is Derek doing right now? Did he see my...

I shot up off the bed; he better not of! I had a few words I had to express with little Mister Derek then, and I made my way to the bedroom door, but then my feet stopped dead. I looked down at them, and realized that no, not tonight, it's not a good time.

When I woke up, at first I felt good, I mean I had a good rest and I felt revved and ready to start the day, then... oh crap, DEREK! I swore under the sheets, he is going to be downstairs; I'm going to have to face him NOW. OH MAN, not now, I'm not ready!

No, I have to go and apologize, I can't avoid him forever! I put my hand on that knob, and I turned it with all the might I could muster up from my gut.

Here it goes...

DPOV

I could hear every single step like a nuclear bomb going off. I counted how many she made, then how many she needed to get to the kitchen. 25 to get to the stairs...10 to go down the hallway...5 to turn the corner and_

"Good morning Chloe." Simon chimed. She looked up from the floor; her eyes didn't turn to Simon but to me instead. I felt this cold and awkward tingeing chill run up me, but before I could realise anything more she was sitting and conversing with everyone at the table... everyone except me of course.

CPOV

Derek saw me_ I saw him_ he looked away, like he bit his tongue. That was our encounter, real straight forward, and not much was to it. The rest of the time I kept my gaze away from him, worried that maybe he was mad.

After breakfast Simon said that I looked troubled, but I told him it was nothing, he walked away shaking his head mumbling: doesn't seem like just nothing. I sighed things don't change with him.

When I finally got up enough courage I went to maybe talk with Derek. I knocked at his door, nothing, i checked the bathroom and living room too, nothing.

I even tried the basement, and all I found was the ghost hiding in their coat closet, let's pretend we haven't seen that shall we?

Anyway, he didn't seem to be anywhere and I was starting to get worried, and even more upset! I was mad that he was running away from me, I mean he is a giant, he shouldn't be intimidated by a shrimp like Chloe Sanders! As I headed up to the 2nd level again, I noticed out of the window Andrew talking to someone. The person was lashing out, I could hear their voice from here, and a lot of it was just curses and swears. I squinted hard to make out the individual from the angle here, but it was no good. Whoever it was, I wasn't going to let them get away with talking like that to Andrew.

I ran out the side porch door, and to my complete and utter shock, I found out the looming person was actually Derek!

"I know I am going to be going through my first change soon, but that doesn't mean that the reason why I am off today is because of that!" he full out yelled. I quickly came to the assumption that Derek was so worked up that he probably didn't notice me right there 40 feet away.

"I just think it would be more beneficial that you be more careful and control your outbursts of emotion during this period of time." Andrew said, trying and failing to stand his ground.

"Well, it's hard to pretend to be a rock and suppress all your emotions, the only person that I know that can do that is and he ain't even human!" Andrew looked away for a second; the appearance of recollection spread itself across his face.

"You aren't either Derek, and I worry because of that." My eyes grew wide, what was Andrew trying to say?