Ditched (Part 1 of Curve Ball)
Author’s Note: Yay! I am so very excited to bring you the first installment of Curve Ball, my Derek Hale college AU! I really hope you like it, because I am having a ball planning out this story. A huge thank you to @snipsnsnailsnwerewolftales for all the help, brainstorming, and correcting she has done!!! Now, without further ado…enjoy! c:
“Lydia, really? It’s only the third night we’ve been here!” I complained.
“Exactly, and we haven’t gone out a single time, Y/N. A friend of mine is throwing a welcome back party, and I told him we would go, so quit complaining,” she replied, her heels clicking as we walked walked down the sidewalk. I huffed, but allowed her to pull me along.
Walking across the campus of my new school proved to be a bit of a daunting task. Classes hadn’t started yet, so I was still trying to figure my way around. We’d moved in a few days ago and had all of our freshmen welcome activities, but I hadn’t really seen much.
We passed groups of upperclassmen that were surely on their way to parties to celebrate the start of the fall semester. They all exuded confidence and…adultness. I wrapped my arms around my frame to help stay warm in the cool breeze. I was having trouble keeping up with Lydia despite her being in three inch heels and me in my old beat up Converse.
“You sure this is the place?” I asked, doubt lacing my tone as we walked up to a large house, lights on in every window and faint music leaking out into the night. Lydia turned and gave me her famous ‘really, you’re questioning me?’ look, making me raise my hands in surrender.
As soon as the door opened, the smell of cheap beer and loud, obnoxious music invaded my senses. Wrinkling my nose, I glanced over at my fearless leader only to see she had a small grin on her perfectly glossed lips. Her eyes were scanning the room, stopping once they finally found the person they were looking for. A tall, super muscular guy with cropped blonde hair was making his way over, all confidence and swagger.
“Hello, Aiden,” Lydia purred, batting her lashes up at him. He offered a smirk, stopping in front of us.
“Glad to see you made it Lydia. This your friend you mentioned?” he asked, finally looking over at me. I raised my brows, turning to face Lydia.
“You mentioned me?” My question went ignored as she kept her focus on the hunk of a man in front of us.
“Yes. This is my roommate and best friend, Y/N.”
“Nice to meet you. I’m Aiden,” the guy said, smiling down at me. I gave a tiny wave, figuring any words I tried to utter would just be lost in translation. “Well, come on in, ladies. The party is just getting started.” I walked behind Lydia as Aiden shut the door, leading us further into the house. The deeper we went, the louder the music got. There were people everywhere. Most of them looked like frat guys or athletes that were well on their way to getting completely smashed, the rest being girls that were clad in next to nothing hanging all over said guys, and then a few underclassmen (probably fellow freshmen trying to find their way into the popular crowd) that were making fools of themselves.
It was gonna be a long night.
I tagged along with Lydia as she and Aiden chatted like nothing else existed, his arm slung not-so-casually over her shoulders. A few people came up and greeted us, talking for a moment before waving at someone else they recognized and headed that way. I learned that Aiden had a twin, Ethan, when he walked up and handed us all red solo cups filled with that disgusting beer I had smelled earlier. I thanked him as I took the cup, rather regretfully, trying to be polite. (Did politeness apply in a situation like this?)
“Y/N?” Lydia started as we reached a long hallway. She turned to look at me for the first time in over an hour. “Do you want to maybe go dance or something?” Glancing behind the two with pursed lips, I understood her hidden meaning. With a fake smile, I nodded my head.
“Sure,” I told her. “I need a refill anyway.” She smiled widely at me, winking before Aiden whisked her away. “Don’t catch anything!” I called after her, but they paid no attention. With a sigh, I spun on my heels and headed to find a quiet place.
I finally located the kitchen, which seemed to be the only uninhabited room in the whole area. People strolled in and out every now and then, but at least nobody was making out and groping each other in the corners. The music was quieter in here also, which made me slightly less annoyed.
My legs were dangling off of the island I was perched on, occasionally kicking the cabinets below as they swung lightly back and forth. I was letting my mind drift off, trying not to think about how angry I was with Lydia for ditching me to go off with some guy. To keep myself occupied, I tried to go over my class schedule in my head, making sure I knew the names of the buildings and the professors, what rooms my classes were in, all that fun stuff. It seemed to be working until I was interrupted by someone else walking into the kitchen.
“You look like you’re having a great time,” a deep voice said, making me snap my head in their direction as my little trance was broken. My eyes met sweet green ones, placed on a handsome face adorned with near-black hair. The guy looked about my age, maybe a little older. He was well built under his leather jacket, long and muscular legs holding him a bit higher than me despite sitting on the counter. He raised a brow at me, his lips curved into the tiniest grin, and I realized that I hadn’t answered yet.
“Oh, uh- yeah,” I managed, shaking my head a bit. “Sorry. Parties just aren’t really my thing. Especially ones where I don’t know anybody.”
“What’s your name?” the guys asked, leaning against the fridge, which happened to be right across from where I sat on the island, and studying me.
“Derek. You a freshman?” he asked. I nodded. “Me too.”
“So, who do you know at this party to score an invite?” I was trying to make casual conversation and not be too awkward.
“Baseball guys dragged me out,” he said, pointing back in the direction of the living area.
“My supposed best friend dragged me down here. Although, I think I’ll be demoting her to ‘roommate’, and roommate only. She knows one of the guys that’s throwing this shindig.” Derek raised his brows at my words, prompting me to explain. “She ditched me for him. So, now I’m here.”
“Sounds like a good time,” Derek chuckled, making me grin a bit. “Well, can I offer you a drink?”
“Ah, already got one,” I told him, picking up my red cup from where it sat beside me, essentially untouched. I took a sip, grimacing at the foul taste of warm beer. Cheap warm beer.
“Not much of a beer drinker?”
“No, I just didn’t want to be rude and refuse it. What about you? I don’t see your solo cup anywhere.”
“Water for me. Can’t risk anything. I’ve got practice tomorrow,” he said, showing me his Gatorade water bottle. I nodded, pursing my lips a bit.
“What are you practicing for?” I asked, genuinely curious.
“I’m playing baseball here. Got a scholarship.”
“Oh, so you’re one of those,” I replied, smirking a bit. Derek looked at me with a confused and slightly offended expression. “You know, one of those college jocks.”
“Is that a bad thing?” he countered, a hint of playfulness in his tone. I shrugged at him, giving a mischievous look of my own.
“The person, I guess.” I jumped down from the counter, leaning against it now and grabbing my drink and holding it in my hand.
“So, you’d have to get to know me to find out?” he asked, taking a step closer. My cheeks turned the slightest bit pink and he smirked. “I wouldn’t mind that too much.”
“Look,” I started, laughing awkwardly as I slunk out from between him and the island, not wanting to get trapped. “You seem like a great guy and all, I’m just not that kind of girl, and-“ I had taken a few steps back toward the door while talking, wanting to make a smooth exit. Derek walked toward me a bit, his face falling as I spoke. “It’s late, so I should get back..”
“Hey, Y/N, wait! Come on,” he said, reaching out for my arm as I turned to go. He caught my wrist, effectively spinning me around. Caught off guard, some of my drink sloshed over the edge of the cup and onto the floor. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-“
“Don’t worry about it, seriously,” I rushed, wanting nothing more than to get out of this terribly awkward situation. I hated feeling claustrophobic and trapped, I hated being so terribly socially awkward all the damn time, but I couldn’t seem to help it. I mean, what happened? We were having a normal conversation…maybe flirting a bit. And then I had just ruined it all by being the odd duck that I am. Typical. Well, there was no going back now.
Derek dropped his hand from my wrist, allowing me to leave. He started to say something as I turned on my heel, trying to make a dash for the door. Unfortunately, because I am the biggest klutz on the planet, my shoes slipped in the beer that I had spilled just moments before, sending my body reeling back, arms flying out to try and get my bearing, sending the lukewarm stuff all over me.
This. Could not. Be. Happening.
“Oh my god,” I mumbled, my eyes falling closed as if everything would just be gone when I opened them. “Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod.” I finally straightened up, feeling the clothes stick to my abdomen as I did so. Derek was now in front of me, concern on his face. I could tell he was trying to mask the laughter he wanted to let out, so I shot him my best glare.
“Are you alright?” he asked, the chuckle just behind his words. I narrowed my eyes, my hands curling into fists, effectively crushing my plastic cup.
“Peachy,” I hissed. Derek finally let out the laughter he was trying to keep in, making my cheeks flush in embarrassment. As if this moment wasn’t terrible enough.
“Here, let me help you clean up-“ he started, reaching for me yet again. I pulled away quickly, anger boiling my blood.
“Don’t touch me,” I said. “I’m a big girl, I can take care of myself.”
“Hey, I’m just trying to help,” he said, raising his hands in surrender.
“You wanna help? Stay the hell away from me,” I snapped, shoving my cup into his chest (holy cow he was firm) and storming from the kitchen. I texted Lydia that I was leaving, finding the front door and stepping into the night air. It was freezing now that I was soaked, but I was determined to make it back to the dorm in record time, even if I had no idea where the hell I was on campus.
The Following Monday
The first day of classes. I was a nervous wreck, but I was able to appear calm and collected on the outside, dolling up a bit for the nice weather. I just kept reminding myself that it couldn’t get any worse than Saturday. If I kept saying that, it would be fine. I had gotten home alright, tears staining my cheeks as I took the longest shower of my life. Lydia had come home late, trying to be quiet. I had been rather cold with her the next day, prompting her to explain what was going on. When I did, she apologized over and over, promising she’d make it up to me.
So far I had made it to all of my classes successfully. It was my last one of the day, and I was excited. It was a history class, one of my favorite subjects. As I entered the building, I shucked my backpack, walking with it in my arms as I dug around trying to find my schedule. I wanted to double check what room I was supposed to be in. Of course, the damn thing just had to be buried in the bottom of my bag somewhere.
That’s when it happened.
Someone smacked right into me, knocking my bag out of my hands and sending the contents spilling everywhere. With an open mouth and dazed expression, I stared at it, a sigh falling from my lips as I dropped to my knees.
“I’m so sorry,” a voice said, making me freeze. The guy that had hit me knelt down as well, helping pick up my scattered stuff.
“You,” I said, ice in my tone. He finally looked up, meeting my eyes. His face fell when he recognized me, eyes falling to the floor as his head dropped, bouncing a bit as his chin met his chest.
“Damnit,” he grumbled.