We take a left before reaching Derek's cabin, wandering deeper into a part of the woods I've never been before until we hit a clearing. The trees are bare, but it's so easy to picture how it looks in the summer, this wide patch of land exposed to the sunlight right in the middle of the forest. I'm sure it's beautiful.
Still, I arch an eyebrow as I follow Derek into it. "You're not gonna sacrifice me, are you?" I ask him. I'm joking, of course. I trust Derek more than anyone else here, but I still don't have a single clue what we're supposed to be doing.
But then Derek's turning to face me and he looks strangely nervous. Something about it makes my stomach flip before I can get ahold of myself and I bite my lip, keeping my hands buried in my pockets.
The reminder of Magnus's party quickly makes whatever stupid hope I'd had drift away, remembering instead how completely out of place I'd felt that night. Heck, I should've realized then that I didn't stand a chance. Not when there are so many more interesting and better-looking people here, not when Derek could have almost absolutely anybody else. I'd left the party less than an hour in, just after people starting turning into cats, but not before watching Derek flirt.
I didn't even realize he knew I was there. Somehow, that only makes me feel worse.
He's still waiting for me to respond though and I pull in a breath as I nod, frowning down at my feet. "I remember. I, uh. I didn't really stay long, but I remember the cats. That's about when I decided it was best for me and Elvis to go home."
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Still, I arch an eyebrow as I follow Derek into it. "You're not gonna sacrifice me, are you?" I ask him. I'm joking, of course. I trust Derek more than anyone else here, but I still don't have a single clue what we're supposed to be doing.
But then Derek's turning to face me and he looks strangely nervous. Something about it makes my stomach flip before I can get ahold of myself and I bite my lip, keeping my hands buried in my pockets.
The reminder of Magnus's party quickly makes whatever stupid hope I'd had drift away, remembering instead how completely out of place I'd felt that night. Heck, I should've realized then that I didn't stand a chance. Not when there are so many more interesting and better-looking people here, not when Derek could have almost absolutely anybody else. I'd left the party less than an hour in, just after people starting turning into cats, but not before watching Derek flirt.
I didn't even realize he knew I was there. Somehow, that only makes me feel worse.
He's still waiting for me to respond though and I pull in a breath as I nod, frowning down at my feet. "I remember. I, uh. I didn't really stay long, but I remember the cats. That's about when I decided it was best for me and Elvis to go home."