During last hour, I was at my locker when I saw a certain someone walking down the hallway. This time, at least he didn't look like death walking. He blended right in, had there been a crowd. I hadn't seen Derek since the thought of me liking him crossed my mind and it feels weird seeing him. I'm just about to confront him about being in school again when he marches right up to my locker. I'm prepared to tell him that I don't know where Scott is, but that's not what he asks.
"Where's Jackson?" he demands.
"I see you're back to hanging out at the high school again," I smirk, straightening the books in my locker. Before he can start with the sarcasm, I ask, "What do you need Jackson for?"
"I just need to ask him a few questions," Derek tells me. The way he says it makes it sound like he wants to do more than ask a few questions.
"Okay, but the last time you asked Jackson a question, you ended up stabbing him in the neck with your claws," I point out, moving my Chemistry book to the other side of my locker. I'm just rearranging things to have something to do.
"I won't do that this time," Derek says. "I have more control now that I'm not dying!"
"Well, I'm coming with you," I cross my arms and lean against my open locker door. The hallway is mostly empty now, everyone in class.
"You're not coming with me," he protests. For a minute, I remember how he told me I wasn't going to see Peter Hale and how I regretted that, but this was Jackson. I knew what I was in for.
"I know where Jackson is," I tilt my head. "And if you wanna know, I'm coming. Just to keep an eye on you. He doesn't even have to know that I'm there."
"Fine," Derek huffs. "But you don't tell Scott, you don't tell Stiles, you don't tell anyone."
"Deal. I just need to get something first," I close my locker and head down the hallway to Scott's.
"What do you need?" the werewolf asks as I'm opening my brother's locker, my fingers turning the cold, metal combination lock. I pull out one of his hoodies. It has an odd smell to it, but I pull it on, tugging the hood up into place and tucking my hair inside. I close Scott's locker and walk towards the locker rooms. "Why do you need that?" Derek furrows his eyebrows as he follows me.
"Because Jackson's in the guys' locker room," I turn the corner and push open the locker room door, keeping my head down. Derek pushes past me, slinking through the rows. I follow him until I see Jackson. Then, I lean against a locker out of sight.
"I – I - I don't know where Scott is," Jackson stammers out. I know he's caught sight of Derek. I silently hope that I don't have to step in.
"I'm not here for Scott," Derek tells him. I'm surprised by how calm he sounds. "I'm here for you."
"Why – Why – Why me?" Jackson asks. "I – I didn't do anything."
"No, but you saw something," Derek's voice is steady compared to Jackson's stuttering. I can see someone moving down the row from me. He's got earbuds in, though, so he can't hear anything that's going on. I keep my head low so that he can't see me. "Didn't you?"
"No, I didn't - I didn't see anything," Jackson protests.
"What was it? Hmm?" Derek demands. "An animal? A mountain lion?"
"I didn't see anything," Jackson repeats. "I swear. I'm – I'm not lying."
"Then calm down and say it again," Derek says slowly.
"Say – Say what? That I'm not lying?" Jackson sounds so terrified, it's almost funny. I sit down on one of the benches. I feel pretty confident that Derek's not going to do anything. He seems too calm.
"Tell me that you didn't see anything," his voice gets louder. Seriously? Just as I sit down?
"Derek," I whisper. I know he can hear me.
"Slowly," Derek adds, quiet and steady again.
"I didn't see anything," Jackson maintains, his voice wobbly. "I'm not lying."
"One more thing," Derek says. I hear Jackson gasp. "You should really get that checked out."
Derek appears around the lockers, grabs my arm, and leads me out of the locker room.
"See? I didn't hurt him," he says once we're out.
"Do you want a cake or something to celebrate or ...?" I ask sarcastically. I pull off Scott's weird-smelling hoodie, holding it in my arms. The dark werewolf scoffs at me.
"Just don't tell anyone," Derek stalks off. I watch his back disappear around a corner.
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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...
