Because I Trust You(Isaac Lahey)|Completed|

Chapter Three

Scott picked up one of my arrows and inspected it carefully. "Speaking of arrows and weapons, you'll never guess what I saw at the funeral for Allison's aunt last night." But how did he get there? Allison's dad hates Scott, Derek and I. He pretends that he doesn't hate me but I know that he secretly does. He is in a family of werewolf hunters, so you could understand how. Allison and Scott are seeing each other behind her parent's backs. I don't know how she does it.

I raised my brow at Scott and took my arrow back from him. "How did you possibly get in there? I thought that it was private, as in no Scott McCalls or any other werewolves allowed?" I searched for every arrow I shot in the area, collecting them and placing them in my sheath. Scott put his hands in his pockets while looking at me,"I wasn't in the funeral, but I was there in the background. Allison seemed unsure of going so I promised to be there. But that's not the point!"
I glanced between him and my bow,"I'm listening."

He sighed and scratched his head, his left eye squinted when he did. "Allison's grandpa was there."

I didn't turn my attention away from cleaning my bow,"What's the problem with that?"
Scott huffed at me,"Gerard has never came for anything before and it doesn't make sense."

I stood up and stretched,"Maybe he just came for the funeral." I said, thinking lightly.
Scott shuffled his feet, then he looked back up at me,"The way he looked at Allison, it just...didn't seem right." Scott looked like he was on to something. At these moments when Scott thinks that something is up, he's usually right. I won't just shut down the possibility yet. There still is a chance.

"I believe you."

He smiled when he realized what I said. "I'll prove it later, but I have to go now. See ya!" Scott said this while walking backwards the way he came.
I nodded,"I know that you won't let me down!"

He flashed me one more smile before turning around and breaking into a sprint. I shook my head and chuckled quietly. I nearly shot the boy in the head!

By the time I got back to the loft, it was about five in the afternoon. I was out there for longer than I thought. When I opened the door, I saw Derek sitting at the table near the kitchen area. There weren't any lights on since its still daylight. It made him look even darker in the room. "Hey, when did you get back?" I asked him, taking my jacket off. I had a black long sleeve on underneath. My boots clanked against the floor as I walked towards the table. Derek was concentrating on his hands. "About an hour ago, and since when did you know archery?" He turned to face me when he asked the last part. I guess he saw the bow and arrows. I shrugged,"A while ago. Allison taught me." I plunked down in the seat at the other end so that I could face him. He slightly lifted his hand off the other in question,"Why would you need to learn that?" I shrugged again,"I've just always liked it." He nodded, I couldn't tell if he approved or not.

Something seems to be up with Derek tonight, but I didn't feel like asking. Maybe something happened when he was out. Usually something does.

"I'll be out again tomorrow night. Maybe longer." Derek suddenly said, I let my head drop onto my arm.
"Again?" I whined, not wanting to be here by myself again. Even though I'm technically a predator, this place is sketchy at night!
Derek laughed at me,"So you want me here then?"
I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned back in my chair. "I never said that I didn't. Besides, you know how creepy it gets in here at night!"
Derek's shoulders rolled in a shrug,"I guess so." He agreed.

I sighed, playing with my fingers.
"Duty calls, kiddo."
I nodded,"I know."

"Good." Derek sat up in his chair before standing up. He strutted over to the old fridge,"Since I'm here now, what do you want for dinner?