I tuck my hair behind my ears and look around the parking lot.
"So, you really think that Jeep is nicer than my car?" Derek asks me after a moment.
"Oh yeah," I sink back into the seat. It's for sure comfier than Stiles' Jeep, but I'm never going to let Derek know that. It's probably so nice because no one ever sits in it. "The driver's a lot nicer too."
"Really?" Derek raises his eyebrows. "Well, let me show you something."
Derek pulls out of the parking lot.
"Where are we going?" I ask.
"We're not going anywhere," Derek tells me. He turns down an empty side street and the car accelerates.
"I'm like 99% sure you're going over the speed limit," I say as I'm pushed back into the seat. It feels like my soul is being sucked into these black leather seats.
"I can hear your heart pounding," Derek laughs at me as he turns a corner. The street is a blur across the windshield.
"Maybe that's because you're doing -" I glance over at his speedometer. "A hundred over the speed limit! Derek!"
He whips the steering wheel to the side and we spin a couple times. When the car stops rotating, I see we're in an empty parking lot.
"Why would you do that?" I push him sideways.
"Can that Jeep do that?" Derek asks me, his face flushed with color.
"Well ... no," I admit, pushing hair out of my face. Derek leans over towards me. "Still doesn't make it better than the Jeep," I smirk. "The Jeep's never threatened my life before."
"Your life was never in any danger," Derek rolls his eyes at me.
"Really?" I burst with wide eyes.
"Yeah, you had this on," Derek tugs on the seatbelt.
"Right," it's my turn to roll my eyes. "Because if you would've crashed us into a pole, it would've saved me from the metal crushing me."
Derek cringes at the visual, his hand still on my seatbelt.
"So, are you interested in giving me another heart attack or can I relax yet?" I ask, raising my eyebrows. All my muscles are still tense.
"You can relax," Derek leans his head against the side of his seat.
"Good, because I actually have a question to ask you," I sit up straighter and turn my body to face him.
"I'm not telling you what the spiral means," Derek starts to move away.
"That's not what I was gonna ask," I say. "You were angry before, at the hospital, but there were no glowing eyes, no claws, no wolfing out. How did you do it?"
Derek adjusts in his seat.
"I'm sure Scott's told you that pain is one way to control the shift," he says.
"Yeah, but he actually has another way -" I interrupt him.
"I'm starting to get another way," Derek nods. He smiles and starts to say something else, but my phone chimes. "You better answer it."
I pull out my phone. There's a missed call from Deaton and a text message asking me to cover Scott's shift because he didn't show up.
"I've got to go," I tell Derek. "Can you drive me home?"
"I can get you there in five minutes," Derek grins, showing his shiny, white teeth and leaning back into his own seat. He finally takes his hand off of my seatbelt.
"You can drive the speed limit," I correct him. For the entire ride to my house, I keep waiting for him to finish what he was going to say, but he doesn't bring it up. By the time we're turning into my driveway, I've given up hope. "I guess I'll see you around."
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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...
