Mr. Hale Chronicles

Mine

Sorry that I haven't been posting! College is hell, but it's amazing at the same time! Well, since I have some free time, I decided to take time to write you all a new chapter. It's the least I can do! Thank you all for staying by me even when it seems like I'm not here! I still see all of your comments, and for that, I appreciate you all! I hope you all enjoy the new chapter! Muah!

Coffee, I need coffee, my inner thoughts seeped out as I absentmindedly traced the outlining of the keyboard at my desk. I could hear Derek yelling inside of his office, and wasn't making my hangover any better. I furrowed my eyebrows as the sunlight peeked at me through the window; My body internally cringed at the sight. I should have called in sick...

The reason I had hangover was one reason; I was still pissed at Derek. Yes, that's the reason. I know it seems fucking shallow, but I couldn't help it. He kissed her. That night, after he had taken the photos of me, he wanted me to stay, but I couldn't bare to stay the night. I texted Stiles, asking if he could come pick me up. And the look on Derek's face was priceless when he saw Stiles get out of his large blue jeep to help me in. I was never going to live it down, but I didn't care. After I had gotten home, I was so distraught that I drunk myself into a stupor.

I still didn't see Derek all morning, and honestly, I didn't want to. I know it seems like I'm exaggerating, but it hurt watching him kiss another woman... And that woman was his wife. As fucking slutty and whorish she may be, she still had his ring on her finger.

You don't need to be a bitch to him because you're jealous.

I'm not fucking jealous.

Yes, you are. The little green monster is having a fantastic time behind your eyes. I can see him!!! I groaned heavily as I heard a stack of papers being slammed down on my desk. Fucking hell. I rubbed my temple, looking up to see a strong masculine hand on the papers, cuffed by a dress shirt.

"I need you to reschedule all of my appointments for next week," was all he said before stomping off right back into his office, slamming the door behind him. That asshole knew I had a hangover... Or maybe he didn't. I leaned back into my chair, sighing heavily before slipping off my black pumps, stretching out my legs.

Sleep didn't come to well last night; I kept dreaming that I was kissing Derek, then he would keep pushing me away, like I was a leech. He would continuously tell me to get off of him, that he "didn't want me." That was enough to get me to keep waking up, my eyes filled with tears. I contemplated calling my best friend, Kyle, but it was around 4 in the morning, and I wasn't sad enough to wake him up from his late night romances with the next man that crossed his path.

By the time that five o'clock had rolled around, all of Mr. Hale's appointments were rescheduled for next week, and my fucking headache was worse. I didn't even want to get up.

"See ya, Ana! Have a nice evening!" One of the girls named Jessica, who I have become quite acquainted with, said to me, grabbing her purse and keys. She smiled and waved, and I gave her the best smile I could muster up without hurting my head. I stood up, unwillingly, slipping my shoes back on and grabbing my sweater. I bent over to get my purse, digging through it to find my keys.

"Ana..." a rusty voice said from behind me. I rolled my eyes before stretching back up, not looking at him as I adjusted my sweaters over myself. "We need to talk."

"Could have said that a while ago. During lunch, maybe," I replied, obviously uninterested. I twisted my keys with my fingers out of nervous habit. I really didn't feel like talking to him.

"You keep fucking running ten miles away from me when I even get near you," he retorted, his anger building in the back of his throat. I shook my head, laughing not amused. "What now?"