POVs Andrea
I was sitting on the basketball bleachers, trying to find my bike keys, running late and having to go pick up Stiles, when all of a sudden a ball hit me in the face. A bunch of guys laughed, I looked up and saw...Derek that idiot Hale.
-Why don't you pay attention, Hale?- I said, covering my nose, which was beginning to bleed.
-Why do you put your face in front of the ball? - he said with his sarcastic tone
"The basket is on the opposite side, idiot," I complained as I stood up.
-Little Stilinski has a big mouth- he said
-I'm going to give you a big punch- I threatened as I passed by him.
I left as fast as I could until I collided with someone who made me fall.
-Idiot...- I said under my breath when I was on the floor
-What language- said that stranger
"I'm sorry, I said it to myself," I said, somewhat embarrassed.
—Are you okay? Your nose is bleeding— I said in a worried tone.
—Yes, I'm okay, I'm sorry, that idiot Hale hit me with the ball — I explained.
—Derek hale? - I asked
-Who else? Do you know him? -
-Of course...he's my nephew- he said and I froze
-ahhh sure, I think I'd better go- I said and walked on
-What's your name? - he asked, turning to look at me.
- Goodbye Uncle Derek - I said as I continued walking
I didn't know it then, but from that moment on my life would change forever.
Peter Hale had come into my life and I wasn't about to leave.