Derek Maxal
Derek couldnāt help but smile at Lottie. āAlrighty. Just make sure you donāt hurt yourself down those stairs.ā He chuckled. He quickly made his way over to the window, unlocked it, and opened it up. He took a deep breath through his nose and looked down. He couldnāt help but gulp slightly. Jumping from a second story window would make anyone nervous.
Derek bit his bottom lip anxiously and went over his options again. One was he could walk downstairs, face Marius, and probably be brutally murdered. He quickly realized that heād rather jump out a window and run down the street with a twisted ankle then have Marius find out he had stayed the night. He sat down on the windowsill and swung his legs over.
The ground underneath him looked quite hard and unforgiving. Derek glanced back at Lottie and flashed her a reassuring smile, though it may have been more to reassure himself than her. āSee you in a little while, Lottie. Donāt forget about my bag.ā He smirked, snickering softly. āāLove you.ā He added as he pushed off the window.
As Derekās feet hit the ground, he bent his legs and allowed himself to summersault forwards, coming to a short stop in a sitting position. He scrambled to his feet and jogged on the front lawn, making sure not to kick up and dirt or grass. As soon as his feet hit asphalt, he was off like a rocket. He sprinted down the street, his feet slamming down onto the pavement. He turned the corner and slowed to a jog once more, my chest heaving. His heart was pounding in his chest, and he prayed that Marius hadnāt heard or seen him make his quick escape. Ā
After the house was out of sight, Derek jogged down the street with leisure, making his way to his house which was only a few minutes away. He thought quickly to himself as he marched on. Iāve got a choice on my handsā¦ either wait for Lottie to come over later, or go on a boat ride with Harperā¦ He furrowed his brow in concentration. He had already made his decision, of course. He was obviously going to wait for Lottie. He was just very confused to why Harper never seemed to like Lottie.
Derek and Harper have been close friends for a while now, but ever since he started dating Lottie sheād been acting odd. He would think that Harper was jealous, but she doesnāt seem like the kind of person who would be jealous of someone like Lottie. He especially didnāt like it when Harper would talk bad about Lottie in front of him, or even in general.
Derek ran a little faster as his house came into view. It was of a decent size considering he was living alone. It had three rooms and two bathrooms, as well as a large living room and fully stocked kitchen. He was surprised when his uncle had picked this house; he had assumed he would choose something much smaller. But Derek was happy with the choice nonetheless, and does his best to keep the house in the best shape it could possible be in.
It felt like a huge weight had been taken off of his shoulders as he stepped into his house, locking the door behind him. Derek immediately flopped onto his couch, a deep sigh escaping his lips. For a while he just lay there, staring up at the ceiling, thinking about random things and life in general. This was pretty common for him to just stop and think about the important things in life, especially when memories of his father made themselves clear in his mind. But one thing he knew was āthat Ā is in the past and always will beā. He had something new to think about instead of his father. Lottie is his whole life now, and if something were to happen to her he would crumble and fall.
Derek bit his bottom lip anxiously and went over his options again. One was he could walk downstairs, face Marius, and probably be brutally murdered. He quickly realized that heād rather jump out a window and run down the street with a twisted ankle then have Marius find out he had stayed the night. He sat down on the windowsill and swung his legs over.
The ground underneath him looked quite hard and unforgiving. Derek glanced back at Lottie and flashed her a reassuring smile, though it may have been more to reassure himself than her. āSee you in a little while, Lottie. Donāt forget about my bag.ā He smirked, snickering softly. āāLove you.ā He added as he pushed off the window.
As Derekās feet hit the ground, he bent his legs and allowed himself to summersault forwards, coming to a short stop in a sitting position. He scrambled to his feet and jogged on the front lawn, making sure not to kick up and dirt or grass. As soon as his feet hit asphalt, he was off like a rocket. He sprinted down the street, his feet slamming down onto the pavement. He turned the corner and slowed to a jog once more, my chest heaving. His heart was pounding in his chest, and he prayed that Marius hadnāt heard or seen him make his quick escape. Ā
After the house was out of sight, Derek jogged down the street with leisure, making his way to his house which was only a few minutes away. He thought quickly to himself as he marched on. Iāve got a choice on my handsā¦ either wait for Lottie to come over later, or go on a boat ride with Harperā¦ He furrowed his brow in concentration. He had already made his decision, of course. He was obviously going to wait for Lottie. He was just very confused to why Harper never seemed to like Lottie.
Derek and Harper have been close friends for a while now, but ever since he started dating Lottie sheād been acting odd. He would think that Harper was jealous, but she doesnāt seem like the kind of person who would be jealous of someone like Lottie. He especially didnāt like it when Harper would talk bad about Lottie in front of him, or even in general.
Derek ran a little faster as his house came into view. It was of a decent size considering he was living alone. It had three rooms and two bathrooms, as well as a large living room and fully stocked kitchen. He was surprised when his uncle had picked this house; he had assumed he would choose something much smaller. But Derek was happy with the choice nonetheless, and does his best to keep the house in the best shape it could possible be in.
It felt like a huge weight had been taken off of his shoulders as he stepped into his house, locking the door behind him. Derek immediately flopped onto his couch, a deep sigh escaping his lips. For a while he just lay there, staring up at the ceiling, thinking about random things and life in general. This was pretty common for him to just stop and think about the important things in life, especially when memories of his father made themselves clear in his mind. But one thing he knew was āthat Ā is in the past and always will beā. He had something new to think about instead of his father. Lottie is his whole life now, and if something were to happen to her he would crumble and fall.