In the midst of a world wide pandemic, three best friends decide that they'll break the quarantine just once because they missed one another. After all, nothing bad could happen in just one night? All they wanted to do was hang out, maybe binge a sh...
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"I am so sorry."
Briella turned at the sound of Isaac's voice, Scott was talking with Stiles, Zelda, and Deaton about something. And Briella just wanted some air after having her hand break about three times in the same hour.
"It's not your fault." She waved it off as she flexed her hand again, "But I'm never holding your hand again."
"That's valid." Isaac chuckles as he stands beside her, "So... You and Derek?"
"There is no me and Derek." Briella eyes him, "It's more like me versus Derek."
"That's not what it looked like in there." Isaac nodded his head back towards the entrance of the clinic, "You two were pretty close in there."
"You broke my hand and made it bleed. Everyone was worried."
"But you heal." Isaac tells her, "And none of your friends went to your aid. It was Derek."
"If you're trying to tell me something, get to the point."
"I'm just saying..." Isaac raised his hands up in the air, "I think you two need to have a talk or something."
"No need for talking." Briella looks away from him and at the road in front of her, "Derek has made it pretty clear he doesn't like that he imprinted on me."
"I don't think that's the case at all." Isaac laughed at her obliviousness but suddenly heard the change of her heartbeat, "Briella?"
"I really don't want to talk about it."
"Talk about what?"
Briella huffed, "Speak of the devil." She kicked the ground with her foot before she looked back, "Are they done in there? I'd really like to get some sleep."
"I'll give you a ride."
"Yeah, no." Came her immediate response.
"You good on your own Isaac?"
"Yep."
Briella shot him a look as Isaac walked back into the clinic, "Seriously?"
"How's your hand?"
"Fine."
Derek stared at her for a long moment, "Want that ride?"
"No."
"You lied."
Briella shut her eyes and cursed her own heart for betraying her like that, "So?"
"I'm saying I'll drive you Briella, just get in the car."
"Or I could just wait for Stiles."
"I need to talk to you."
"Mm, is it going to be something rude again?" Briella demands while crossing her arms over her chest, "Or will you harass me because of this imprintation crap?"
