Catching Feelings

Chapter 5

Chapter 5: Nervous Encounters

[ Derek ]

"I don't think you understand, but Derek, they were so focused on her it was weird." Isaac droned on, his curly hair flipping around as he paced the abandoned trailer Derek was currently residing in. Just days ago, the state had taken over the old burned down Hale home.

"Who was she anyways?" He questioned, walking around the small trailer.

"Beautiful. She has this pretty blond hair, and these blue eyes, oh her eyes." Isaac crooned like a lost puppy, but his short description had the older man wondering if he was talking about the same girl he'd met strolling through the woods. "She's a little slimmer than I think should be healthy, but—"

"Trinity," Derek speaks, effectively shutting the beta up. "Her names Trinity, I met her wandering around in the woods yesterday. You should leave her alone." He instructed sternly, he could feel his pulse rising as his green eyes turned their bright red, broadcasting his earned title as alpha.

Isaac laughed at the possessive tone creeping up in his alphas tone, his lips spreading back to show a wide smile. "Why should I?"

"She's new, you know what happens when new people come here."

"You have a thing for her?"

Derek rolled his eyes at the beta. "I just met her."

"Your point? You don't want me near her, that's a sign of possession." Derek crossed his muscular arms, keeping his powerful stance level with Isaac's. "I read somewhere wolves can pick their mates, someone our inner wolf is compatible with even if we've never met them before that very moment."

"Sure, it happens. It's not the most common though."

The dirty blonde haired beta stared up at his alpha with his baby blue eyes. "Looks like it's your lucky day then. Derek Hale in love."

"I'm not in love with her, I just want to keep her safe."

[ Trinity ]

"No!" She shouts instinctively as his fist ran down to punch her pale face. Her attempts to shield herself failed miserably as his strong knuckles abused her jaw. "They didn't find out, I swear." Trinity sobbed, her words coming out choppy as she struggled to breathe through the tears.

Sam grabbed her jaw tightly with his fingers, yanking her face close to his. "They better not have," He snarled, his spit spewing in her face. "—because if they do, what you received today will appear as a blessing." His large hand harshly pushed her face back, head smashing to the wood floor loudly.

For a few moments Trinity just laid there, mostly because she knew that if she got up too soon, she wouldn't be strong enough to keep her body upright. She wasn't sure how long she just laid there before she finally gained the strength to slowly lift her body off the ground, trudging her abused body up the stairs. She kept her steps light and soundless, the fear of waking up Sam making her heartbeat thrum underneath her skin.

She made it to her room as quickly as she could manage without passing out from exhaustion and pain. Her body sunk into the bed, her drawer being opened and a first aid kit was taken out.

With bumble fingers, she cleaned her wounds, wiping blood and patching up open wounds, putting ice packs on bruises to lighten them up and reduce some of the swelling.

Some of it she was unable to treat, the jagged gash on her collarbone was covered with a large bandage but the bulky cotton would be seen through any regular shirt. The cut on her lip would be an issue too, no amount of makeup would be capable to hiding it, so while she cleaned the rest she already thought of lies she could tell people that surely would ask.

It was late, the sun had already gone down when she heard knocks on the door downstairs. She ran quickly and quietly, opening the door after she peeked through the peephole. "What are you doing here?" She whispered, trying to keep the visitor a secret from Sam who was still resting upstairs.

Derek stood awkwardly at the door, dressed clad in dark clothing and a leather jacket. "I know it's late but—"His green orbs locked in on all of cuts and bandages, this precious words falling into deaf ears. "What the hell happened to your face?"

Trinity shushed him quickly, trying to get him to lower his voice. "You have to be quiet."

"I'm not going to ask again, what happened to your face?"

"I was riding my bike and I lost control and hit a wall."

He moved the hair away from her face, broadcasting the fresh bruises she'd accumulated. "Must've been a pretty big wall."

Trinity pulled away shyly, she could feel her heart pounding sporadically in her chest. "Yeah, it was a large building. I don't remember where it was, but I plan to never go there again. It looked like an abandoned bank though."

If Derek didn't believe her, he didn't show any signs of it. "Then I guess you need to be a bit more careful." He whispered standing closer to the younger girl, so close she could feel his warm breath fanning across her face. Trinity could smell the musky scent of his lightly tanned skin. "And maybe even avoid large abandoned buildings."

"S-sounds about right," The blonde stammered, flustered at their close proximity. He leaned in, his lips were millimeters from her own. She was planning on kissing him, taking a risk and just pressing their lips together but her body pulled away instead. "Well, if that's all."

The green eyed man before her smiled softly and nodded. "I'll see you around Trinity. But the next time I see you, there better not be another wound on your pretty face okay?"

She kept the door open as he walked out of her home, and nodded at his request. "I'll do my best." A feeble promise, one that she knew wouldn't be kept.

Derek retreated to his sleek black camaro, driving away with a small wave that was returned. Trinity hurriedly shut the door behind her, pressing her back to the hard wood. "Dear Lord, please let me live long enough to get a piece of him."