I was walking down the school hallway when I noticed a large, dark figure walking very slowly. Students parted around him, some of them slamming into his shoulders as silent way of telling him to pick up the pace. I recognized the figure, though. I don't think I'd ever forget it. The figure has become too important, too big of a part in my brother's and my life.
It's Derek Hale.
I close my locker, scanning the hallways for Scott. I need to warn him that his werewolf pack buddy is here, in school. The halls start to empty and I realize Scott's probably already in his class. In a minute, the only people left in the hallway are me, Derek, a girl at the end, and none other than Jackson Whittemore. I think I'm about to witness yet another Derek-Jackson encounter that I don't want to see.
But I've learned from my mistake last time. This time, I'm not leaving. I'm going to watch it through to the end. Derek approaches Jackson, who stands at his locker.
"Where's Scott McCall?" Derek demands. Jackson closes his locker, looking Derek up and down.
"Why should I tell you?" Jackson asks.
"Because I asked you politely and I only do that once," Derek says evenly.
"Hmm," Jackson scoffs. "Okay, tough guy. You know, how about I help you find him if you tell me what you're selling him?"
I falter for a moment, wondering what Jackson's talking about. Then, I remember the little conversation between him and Lydia in the hospital the day Scott, Stiles, and I went to the morgue. Jackson thinks Scott's on steroids - and he thinks Derek's the one selling them to him.
I must admit, if I didn't know Scott as well as I do and if I didn't know he was a werewolf, I'd think he was on some sort of miracle drug too. The way his lacrosse skills increased so quickly and impossibly mixed with how weird and jumpy he's been lately seem like the perfect side effects of drugs.
And Derek doesn't look so good himself. He's ghostly pale - paler than usual, anyway - and there are dark circles under his eyes. Plus, he walked in here pretty strangely.
"What is it?" Jackson asks. "Is it, uh -" Jackson leans in closer, but I can still hear him. "Dianabol? Hmm? HGH?"
"Steroids," Derek states slowly.
"No, girl scout cookies," Jackson snips sarcastically. "What the hell do you think I'm talking about?" Jackson smirks in annoyance. "Oh, and uh, by the way, whatever it is you're out selling, I'd probably stop sampling the merchandise. You look wrecked," Jackson adds. I can tell Derek's frustration is growing, but I don't step in. Derek looks down suddenly.
"I'll find him myself," Derek says, walking around Jackson. I stare in awe, surprised Derek is so calm about it all.
"No, we're not done -" Jackson grits his teeth, grabbing Derek's shoulder roughly. Derek turns, slamming Jackson's face into a locker. I see his fingernails sink into Jackson's neck.
"Hey!" I shout. Derek turns, looks at me, and stalks off. Jackson holds his hand to the back of his neck, breathing hard. He starts to turn towards me and I duck around the corner, hoping he didn't recognize my voice.
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Fanfiction"Don't be afraid of change. You might lose something good, but you'll gain something better." Emerson McCall is a pretty average high school student. She has one friend she shares with her brother, Scott, and between the two of them, she has all she...
