-Selena's POV-
"Look what you did!" I lectured Derek while shooting daggars at him from across the table (not literally though I wish).
"Me? What did I do?" He held his hands up innocently in defense.
"You just had to start with me! Don't talk to me!"
"I am now, problem?" He spit his tongue out at me.
I wanted to pound this kid's face into a wall. A wall which was made out of concrete and bricks. Maybe if I'm lucky his head would be bashed open and he'd die. Yes, I hated him that much. "Real mature."
"Speaking of that, when do you plan on maturing?" His eyes fell down to my chest as he shook his head and chuckled softly.
"DE-REK!!!!" I screamed at him, throwing a fork at him, unfortunately missing his fat face.
"THAT'S IT DEREK. In your room, NOW." George ordered him. Ha, sucker.
"You mean where my CDs, bed, and laptop is located? See ya guys." Derek dropped his fork on his plate causing a clashing sound.
"You could of broke the plates!" Marti pointed out.
Derek ignored everyone's comments and made his way upstairs to his room, thank god.
"I'm really sorry about him." George apologized. He seemed like a pretty nice guy to be honest, I don't know how Derek became who he was. It made me wonder what his mom is like, probably a biker lady with tattoos..or maybe in jail. Either would make sense to me. Maybe he was the devil spawn...
"It's alright George. It's not your fault you have such an inconsiderate son." I gave him a sympatheic smile.
"Technically since he's Derek's dad, it is his fault." Remy out-smarted me. "Thanks Selena."
"Sel, why don't you go up to your room and get some rest, I'm sure you had a long day." My mom suggested.
"What room? It would be nice to have some space." I sarcastically replied while standing up to regain my fork which I tried to stab Derek in the eye with, placing it back on the table.
"Well what about the basement?" George recommended.
"I don't 'do' basements. Sorry." I shrugged.
"We'll work on it, for now, just go rest, alright?" My mom repeated.
"Alright mom." I smiled softly and headed upstairs.
Before I could get to my room I was stopped by Derek.
"What do you want?" I glared at him.
"Who said I wanted anything?" He looked at me like I was crazy, as if he would ever want something from me.
"Then get out of my way." I pushed him.
"Whoa whoa. Okay, I do want something."
"What?" I crossed my arms, trying to act all sassy with him, odds are I was failing.
"I want you to find out what happened with Logan."
"He's your friend."
He nodded and looked at me like I was an idiot. "Yeah...he is. But you're a girl. You're more sentimental and whatever. I wouldn't even know how to begin talking to him."
"Why do you care what happened?"
"Like we just confirmed here, he's my friend."
"I can't see why." I mummbled.
