ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ °Stiles Stilinski° Teen Wolf

∇ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ғɪɴᴅ ᴍᴇ∇

⭕Loralie⭕

I drink wine from my glass and stare down at my book, pretending to read. My mind keeps wandering back to the same person, Derek, it makes it impossible for me to do anything. "Are you going to go see him or are you going to wait until he comes to you?"

I look up and see Melody standing in front of the fridge, fingers wrapped around the handle. "Shouldn't you be asleep, young lady?"

"I'm going. You like him don't you?"

"Why do you care?" I ask setting my wine glass down on the coffee table. "Because maybe your future wasn't supposed to be with Dad. Maybe the universe is giving you a second chance. Or maybe because I want you to be happy, Mom. And I think Derek can give that to you, but not if you don't give it a shot."

"So now you're an expert on love too?"

"I'm an expert at reading people. So don't come up with an excuse to go see him, just go."

"It's not that easy or simple, Melody. Love never is."

"Maybe it is. Guess we'll never know. Night," she says taking a bottle of water out of the fridge and disappearing down the hallway. I look back down at my book before sighing in frustration and tossing it aside, pinching the bridge of my nose. "Damn it."

I get up off the couch, going over to the door and grabbing my shoes. I snatch my leather jacket off the coat rack before heading back to sit down on the couch, shoving my feet into my boots. I get back up and pull the jacket on before grabbing my car keys. I slip my phone into my pocket before leaving the apartment, getting in the elevator, and walking out through the lobby.

I get in my car and start driving. Eventually, I pull into the parking lot in front of the loft and my mind flashes back to when I was attacked by the oni. I remember the feeling of Derek's arms around me, how he made me feel safe.

I can't tell if having feelings for him is wrong or not. On one hand he is my best friend's son. And on the other I knew him when he was a teenager. Yes, I've only aged a little bit since then, perks of being a Naiad, but it still feels like yesterday I was watching him play basketball in the front yard of the Hale House.

I groan and press my forehead into my steering wheel, racking my brain for a solution only to find none. I lift my head up and stare up at the loft, seeing the lights. "Well, he's awake. I think. And I'm talking to myself so I might as well go up." I unbuckle my seatbelt and get out, heading inside.

I go up the stairs until I get to the door and stare at it for a few heartbeats, which is loud in my ears. I finally lift my hand up to knock only for it to slide up. I open my mouth getting ready to greet him only for it to die on my tongue when I see who it is. He stares down at me before smiling widely.

"Lora!"

"Peter," I say with contempt and that makes his smile wider. "He was just leaving," I hear Derek say and he appears at Peter's shoulder, shoving him out. "Fine, I know when I'm not wanted."

"That's a first," I say crossing my arms over my chest. The corner of Derek's lips curve up in a small smile. "Oh, how I've missed your dislike of me."

"I disliked you because I knew you'd turn out to be a psychopath and I was right."

"Good to see you too," he says before turning around and walking away. Derek listens to his footsteps until he's sure his uncle's gone. I turn to look back up at Derek. "I thought you said he was dead?"

"Yeah, no one in this town stays dead. At least not for very long. How can I help you, Lora?" For a second Peter made me forget why I was here, but now... My heart starts beating fast again. "You're nervous. Why?" He asks looking down at me with slight concern and I suddenly remember Talia talking to me about chemo signals.