Just added a bit more to the end, so I don't have to do another short upload.
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Chapter 3
"Seriously, I'm fine." Andrew said to Derek and Simon who were swarming him with questions. Derek was trying to asses Andrew, checking him for any major injures. From what I could tell, the only place the blood was coming from was his nose. "I just fell, walking up the stairs. Really, you are blowing up way to much. I'm fine." he repeated.
Derek back away from him, only to look behind him. The door was still open, and he was staring outside, as if awaiting for something to pop out, or somebody to run in and start a fight. His nostrils flared and I knew he was trying to catch a scent of something. Simon had calmed down, and was grabbing the bags Andrew had brought with him. I was surprised I noticed this though, because I was so focused on Derek's every move, trying to read his reaction to the smells outside. His eyes were now closed, totally transfixed on what he was doing.
All three of us had been standing there for at least a minute now, everything completely silent. I sneaked a side glance at Andrew to find him starring intently at Derek as well, a nervous expression upon is face. That made me curious, and frankly a bit worried. Was he worried that Derek's enhanced sense of smell wou catch something? Was there something out there that he could catch? Was Andrew telling the truth about what happened with him? Was he alright? Were we safe?
More questions crammed my head, but I pushed them aside and looked back to Derek.
He was looking at Andrew now too, as if waiting for him to say something. Andrew said nothing more, but gave Derek a sympathetic look. With a sudden amount of incredible speed Derek turned sharply, shut the door, creating a loud slam. It was locked before I could even cover my ears from the deafening sound. He then rammed up to Andrew, getting well within his personal space. He looked like he was about to scream something to him, then quickly stopped himself, as if thinking better than to say it aloud. He looked at me. In his eyes I could see a few things, but mostly they were filled anger and confusion. He then turned around swiftly, and stormed away, just like he had a few moments before.
I stood there, dumbfounded. Did he leave because he had remembered I was present? Was there something he was to afraid to talk about with me around? I thought back to the last question and shuddered. Derek scared? If it was something big enough to scare Derek, then it must have been pretty big.
Andrew look absolutely stunned. We both stood there in silence for a while, until Andrew slid off quietly as well. I now stood there alone, too confused to move.
I looked at the door. It was getting darker outside, but it was still pretty light out. I tried to make sense of what had just happened, but I couldn't. It had happened so fast, my mind could barely process it. I wonder if Simon heard the ruckus. I'd assume he would come if he had heard something. Though, maybe hearing the door slam was something he was expecting to happen with Derek. Now that I think about it, yeah, that kind of behavior is probably be expected from him.
I was just turning to go find Simon in the kitchen when I heard loud footsteps. I looked up to the top of the stairs too see Tori on her way down. Not being interested in relaying what had just happened to her, I moved more quickly toward the door.
Simon was stocking the fridge with what looked like bacon. He didn't turn when I walked in. I walked to and sat on one of the wooden stools, staring absently. Besides the crinkling sound of the plastic bags, and the clattering of the groceries, it was quiet yet again.
When there were no more bags to empty, Simon dragged a stool beside me and sat down
"Well." Simon said awkwardly.
