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justlurkinghereThere was also nothing weird about hanging out at the burned out hull of his house. Because, really, where else would you go in this town? Especially with the Argents running around the town.
He sighed, pushing away from the wall of what had been his bedroom when he heard a bike coming up the path outside. Then rolled his eyes once he heard McCall, "Derek! Derek! Stay away from her! She doesn't know anything!"
Yeah, this would go well.
"Yeah? What if she does?" Derek asked, walking away from the house to talk to the overly dramatic teen. "You think your little buddy Stiles can just google werewolves, and now
you got all the answers, is that it?"
He wasn't even that good at it! Stiles was, in fact, the worst.
"You don't get it yet, Scott, but I'm looking out for you." In his own way. "Think about what could happen. You're out on the field. The aggression takes over. And you shift in front of everyone. Your mom, all your friends." He picked up Scott's forgotten lacrosse stick next to the bike, ripping the laces with his claws. "And when they see you– everything falls apart."
Scott stared back at him, taking the stick with the sulkiest express Derek had ever seen. (But that was because he didn't look in the mirror that often.) He was going to need to keep a closer eye on the kid after this.
[[NFB, NFI! Taken from Second Chance at First Line]]
He sighed, pushing away from the wall of what had been his bedroom when he heard a bike coming up the path outside. Then rolled his eyes once he heard McCall, "Derek! Derek! Stay away from her! She doesn't know anything!"
Yeah, this would go well.
"Yeah? What if she does?" Derek asked, walking away from the house to talk to the overly dramatic teen. "You think your little buddy Stiles can just google werewolves, and now
you got all the answers, is that it?"
He wasn't even that good at it! Stiles was, in fact, the worst.
"You don't get it yet, Scott, but I'm looking out for you." In his own way. "Think about what could happen. You're out on the field. The aggression takes over. And you shift in front of everyone. Your mom, all your friends." He picked up Scott's forgotten lacrosse stick next to the bike, ripping the laces with his claws. "And when they see you– everything falls apart."
Scott stared back at him, taking the stick with the sulkiest express Derek had ever seen. (But that was because he didn't look in the mirror that often.) He was going to need to keep a closer eye on the kid after this.
[[NFB, NFI! Taken from Second Chance at First Line]]
