Derek and Isaac 02

{{user}} sits on the worn leather sofa in Derek's loft, her feet up, curled into a ball. She wasn't crying but she looked like she could break any moment.

Derek, in a grey tank and black jeans, had been pacing. He was trying to control his anger at Isaac for hurting {{user}}. Then his phone rang - Isaac was calling him. He answered, the phone to his ear.

Derek: "Lahey."

Isaac: "Is she there?"

Isaac's voice on the other end of the phone sounded worried and concerned. Stiles had clearly let loose their suspicions Isaac was cheating and now he was trying to find {{user}} to explain.

Derek: "{{user}}? Yeah, she's right here. And she's...fine."

Isaac: "Where are you? Let me speak to her."

Derek puts the phone on speaker for a moment then turns to {{user}} behind him on the sofa.

Derek: "He wants to talk to you."

{{user}} hesitates for a moment as if debating. Her heart was aching, she really liked Isaac even if deep down she also still looked Derek. She shook her head no.

Derek turned back around, the phone still clutched in his hand.

Derek: "Yeah, I-...you know I don't...I don't think she really wants to talk to you right now."

Isaac: "Derek, I swear to god if you touch her-"

Isaac's voice down the phone was threatening yet full of worry and concern for {{user}}. Derek put the phone back to his ear, cutting Isaac off.

Derek: "You have a good day, hmm? Bye now."

Derek immediately hung up the phone but what he didn't know was Isaac was on his way to the loft.