Full Moon //Derek Hale//

Thirty-Seven

Double update, ya'll better love me.

Enjoy!

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It's been a week before Scott, Stiles, and Allison sacrificed themselves for the nemeton. In a way, they've all been affected differently by it. Stiles has been having dreams within dreams and can never escape.

Scott's hallucinating that he's in his wolf form, and Allison's seeing her dead Aunt Kate. Lydia and I we're the normal ones in the group now. Well, semi-normal people, since we aren't fully human. Scott explained it to me, Stiles thinking he has sleep paralysis. Hopefully it gets better for him.

I can feel the darkness they feel, but it doesn't affect me, fortunately. I talk to Derek every once in awhile to see how him and Cora are doing in South America. Last night I talked to him about when he would be coming back, and he wasn't sure at first, he said he might be staying there for a couple more weeks so Cora and him can catch up.

This morning, Derek was on my mind, along with everything else. I mean, it might be a huge mistake to get back together with Derek when or if he comes back, but I do miss him. I do love him, a lot. I just don't trust him right now.

It'll take a lot for him to gain my trust back, but right now, I'm not sure. He went and broke our promise when he had sex with Mrs. Bitch, who is dead. But ya know, maybe she seduced him, maybe she was the reason why it happened, not him. For all I know, he could've been raped by her, like damn.

I get so distracted with my thoughts while I'm blow drying my hair that my grip on the dryer tightens so much it crushes in my hand. "God Damnit." I shout, throw the dryer across the room. I plop down on the floor, leaning against my bed as I sigh in frustration, pulling at my hair.

I hear my door open, the scent of my mom filling the room. "Oh, Hallie." She comforts me, coming over to me, "That's the third one this week, what's gotten into you? Is it Derek?" I nod my head as I feel her sit down next to me, bringing me in for a hug.

"Honey, if he makes you want to destroy everything, and he fills your head with questions about if you're good enough or not, then he isn't worth it." She says. I lift my head up and turn to look at her.

"I miss him." I whisper.

"I know you do. And you will, it's your first official heartbreak, honey. I'm sure another guy will come along, you just have to wait for the right moment at the right time." She cups my face in her hands and gives me a peck on the forehead before pulling me in for a hug.

"Now, why don't you braid your hair and finish getting dressed while I make you some breakfast and coffee?" She suggests, pulling back. I nod as an answer and watch her leave before standing up.

After braiding my hair into a crown, I pull on a pair of black tights and a blue jean, button up skirt and slid on a white t-shirt with multicolored stripes across the chest, tucking it into the waistband. I slip on some black heels before finishing my look with some mascara and eyeliner, along with some sheer lipgloss.

I grab my bag and head out the door, as I'm shutting my door, I'm suddenly hit with the strong smell of anger. I turn my head just in time to see Isaac flying through the air and hitting the wall, the picture on it, falling down with him.

"Hey!" My mom catches our attention from behind me, "You two supernatural teenage boys. Don't test my entirely unsupernatural level of patience." She points with both fingers at the picture and Isaac before gesturing for them to get up.

I giggle as I watch her walk away before turning back to Isaac who looks at Scott, whom I'm assuming it behind the door.

"Feel better?"