𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 [ 𝟏 ]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 ☾

*Edited 05/09/20*

I laid on my back in my bed, staring at the ceiling and throwing a ball up and down. I let the ball drop onto the bed before I rolled over and grabbed my phone. No new calls, and no new messages, something was going on. Sitting up, I pushed off of my bed and walked into the bathroom. I sat down on the toilet cover and pulled back the barely bloody gauze. I could see the small circle turning into a scab. I cleaned the wound once again and replaced the gauze.

I still haven't told the boys about what happened that night, knowing that they will both ban me from doing anything relatively dangerous for the rest of my life. It was almost nine o'clock and they haven't texted me some big plan that they were hatching. I walked back to my bed and laid down once again, my mind filling with thoughts and worries.

Do I really think Derek killed his sister? Or am I just trying to keep the thought of him being a killer, from the guilt of getting him arrested? Maybe I should apologize... no, I shouldn't, that would be weird. But I have so many questions that I want to be answered. I don't want to bother him... but maybe I do.

I sat up in my bed and quickly threw on a pair of jeans and a grey crew neck sweater. I walked down the stairs and out the door, leaving my phone in my room. I started the car and pulled out of the driveway, determined to talk to Derek, and get my the answers to my questions.

I pulled in front of his house and got out of the car, trudging through the leaves towards his front door. I knocked and waiting quietly for him to answer the door. After a minute or two of waiting, it finally swung open and I stared at Derek who was dressed in jeans and his normal leather jacket. He stared at me for a second, not sure what to say, so I helped him. "Oh, what are you doing here, I need to talk to you, can't this wait, no it's important, what is it, blah blah blah. I have questions and I need answers," I said after impersonating our conversation and cutting straight to the point.

"I need to run some errands, your questions can wait," He said as he stepped past me and towards his car.

"I'm not waiting, because this will keep me up for nights and Scott is to busy to answer them," I said as I followed him to his car.

"So you came to me?" He questioned.

"Yes, do you know any other werewolves in Beacon Hills?" I asked sarcastically and he grumbled under his breath, "So are you going to answer my questions and let me run your 'errands' with you, or are you going to tell me to go away, knowing that I won't stop bothering you until they're answered." I smiled innocently and he glared at me.

"Get in," I slipped into the passenger seat and clipped on my seatbelt. "So what did you so badly need to talk to me about?" He asked smugly. 

"Wow, someone's being a sour wolf," I said as he pulled away from his house, "Anyways, I know you didn't kill your sister, and I don't think you had anything to do with the bus driver,"

"That's the first correct thing someone has assumed of me," He focused on turning onto the road, "Did you come up with that on your own or did one of your buddies think of it for you?"

Ignoring his comment, I asked my question, "My first question is, did you bite Scott?" I asked as streetlights flashed past as in a bright blur.

"I didn't bite Scott, and I haven't figured out who it was yet," He replied, before turning left.

"Do you have any suspicions?"

"Not yet, I don't know of any other wolves in Beacon Hills," He replied after a few seconds of thinking.

"What color are your eyes?" We stopped at a red stop light and he turned to face me. He took a small breath before flashing his blue eyes. The green light beamed onto his face, making him step on the gas pedal.