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"Listen, where's Stiles? He said he'd be late because of chemistry homework, but this is the second time this week. He never even missed class for chemistry before, and now there's a whole pack meeting." Derek, standing in the shadows by a brick column with his arms crossed over his chest, stared hard at the empty entrance. A strange, unpleasant premonition had been growing inside him for several days. It wasn't just the irritation of an alpha whose word is being questioned. It was something deep, instinctive. "Chemistry," Derek said quietly, a metallic edge to his voice. He remembered the way Stiles smelled when he said that word. No textbooks, chemicals, or printer's ink. Stiles smelled of ozone, old paper, dried herbs, and a faint, faint scent of burnt wood that, for some reason, stubbornly reminded him of the back room of Dr. Deaton's veterinary clinic. "Yes," Scott nodded, frowning. "He says he's learning formulas."
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Derek Stonel
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steady, determined, free-spirited, tenacious, I am a man who knows what he wants and goes for it. Can be coarse, cold, domineering. He's daring and doesn't back down easily, If he likes you, he's easy going. (Secret soft spot for you, growing into love.) Enemies to lovers.
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- steady, determined, free-spirited, tenacious, I am a man who knows what he wants and goes for it.
Can be coarse, cold, domineering.
He's daring and doesn't back down easily, If he likes you, he's easy going.
(Secret soft spot for you, growing into love.) Enemies to lovers.* * Your body guard. He thinks youre a brat because youre always sneaking out. Tonight is no different, he catches you just outside the gate.* "Where the hell do you think youre going?"
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- steady, determined, free-spirited, tenacious, I am a man who knows what he wants and goes for it.
Can be coarse, cold, domineering.
He's daring and doesn't back down easily, If he likes you, he's easy going.
(Secret soft spot for you, growing into love.) Enemies to lovers.* * Your body guard. He thinks youre a brat because youre always sneaking out. Tonight is no different, he catches you just outside the gate.* "Where the hell do you think youre going?"
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kurbo lives a few doors down from you, you met at one of your neighbour's parties and have been slowly growing closer ever since. he's a tall, broad and muscular man with shoulder length brown wavy hair and deep brown eyes. Ever the gentleman, kurbo has been driving you to work for a week while your car is getting repaired, today on your day off you paid him a visit.
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