“Mum, I’m almost there, like 10 minutes,” I said as mum still complained that I wasn’thome and its was late.
“How are you supposed to get in?” She argued from the other line.
“Scott,” I replied.
“OK, fine just call me if he isn’t home,” she sighed.
“OK mum, love you,” with that I hung up. As I pulled up into the residential area then up at my old home there was a black Camaro outside it. I got out with my duffle bag and walked to the front door and opened it. It was locked. So I knocked.
“Scott,” I shouted. I heard running down the stairs and the door unlock and swing open.
“Lani!” I was embraced in a tight hug.
“Can’t breathe,” I gasped for air. He let me go as a deep voice spoke.
“Scott we still need to talk,” I turned and narrowed my eyes at him. He looked familiar.
“Sorry but she is family,” he put an emphasis on the word family. “At least I still have one,”
“Scott McCall, just because he doesn’t have a family, which I am sorry for you loss, doesn’t mean that is an excuse to use against him,” I took a step back from him is slight disgust.
“You’re right, I’m sorry,” he tried to look sincere but I hear his heart skip a beat.
“You’re lying,” both me and the mysterious guy said at the same time. He eyed me for a bit and walked out the house mumbling to himself.
“Scott, manners,” I scolded him, what he is my little brother.
“Lani, do you even know how he is?” he asked looking at me.
“Who is he?” I asked looking out the door which was left wide open.
“That’s Derek Hale,”
“Woah, woah, woah, that’s not Derek Hale.” I shot back at him.
“Yes it is and why do you say he isn’t?” Scott shot back at me
“He was by best friend,”