Full Moon //Derek Hale//

Fourteen

I woke up next to Allison who was sitting up and staring at the wall in front of her. "You okay?" I ask, sitting up beside her. Later on in the night after we had fallen asleep, Lydia had been found by Stiles when an ambulance had been attacked by something. After hearing the news, we called her and she said she was doing perfectly fine and insisted on us going back to bed, so we listened.

"Yeah, just still kinda trying to wrap my head over the fact that my aunt is now six feet under." She explained. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and pulled her in for a sideways hug.

"It's gonna get better." I assure her. "When my dad left, I thought it was the end of the world. But, look where I am today. I have two best friends I love dearly, along with my twin brother who has a best friend as well. Plus my best friend is dating my brother, which is still a little awkward for me. But, hey, as long as you're happy, I'm fine with it." I smile at her.

"Thanks, Hal." For the next few hours, we laid in the bed, talking about anything and everything. Suddenly she stopped when she got a message from Scott.

"Well, you gotta go meet your boyfriend and I have to go meet someone too." She says, jumping out of her bed. I groaned before getting up and searching through her closet.

"I'm stealing some of your clothes." I bluntly reply.

"That's cool." She said, joining me beside her closet door. "So, let's find stuff to wear."

We started to skim through her closet and I ended finding a pair of blue, ripped skinny jeans, paired with a white tank top. I slung my leather jacket over top and slipped into a pair of Allison's black ankle boots. I applied some mascara and winged eyeliner before I curled my hair, along with Allison's after she threw some outfits onto the bed.

In the middle of choosing her outfit, my phone rang, "Hello?" I answer, not bothering to check the I.D.

"Come here, now." Derek's gruff voice replied before I hung up.

"I gotta go." I reply, slipping my phone into my pocket.

"Wha, what about my outfit?" Allison spun around, in the middle of applying her makeup.

"Wear the one in the middle." I answer before walking out, yelling a short bye over my shoulder.

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I arrived at Derek's train station and walked down the stairs. "Look, I'm sorry I didn't come last night. I was help," I was cut off with my own yelp as Derek came and picked me up, throwing me over my shoulder. He carried us into the train and dropped me in front of a wall.

His lips connected with mine, earning a groan from my throat. I pushed Derek away, "Don't distract me," I said, looking up into his mossy green eyes. "What did you need to tell me last night?" I ask, stepping away from him.

"I may or may not ha,"

"Derek? Derek!" An unfamiliar voice called, cutting Derek's explanation off. We both stepped out of the train cart to find Isaac Lahey standing there, drenched from the rain.

"What's wrong?" Derek asked, concern lacing his tone.

"My dad. I think he's dead." I choked on my spit. What did he just say? Mr. Lahey is dead. Oh my gosh,

"Derek, did you give him the bite?" Ignored.

"What did you do?" Derek asked, taking a step towards Isaac.

"That's the thing. It wasn't me." No blip in his heart beat, he's telling the truth.

"Go home. Act like you don't know what happened." I said, speaking for Derek who was thinking. Isaac nodded before looking over at me once again.