Y/n POV-

Isaac and the rest of the group took us to a strip club. It was disgusting to see woman waitresses with no tops or bras on walking around. As soon as we walked in Isaac commented he didn't know it was a strip club. But Derek was too busy to notice as he is on his space grey iPhone when we walked in. A topless, braless waitress spoke to him after she'd spoken to Isaac. It was disgusting and heartbreaking to watch as Isaac said:

"There's a whole lot more off your phone."

And tilted Derek's head up. His face seeing the woman.

Ugh.

It's heartbreaking because I have this major crush on the guy. Derek is tall and muscly. He isn't buff but he's super muscly, which is fine by me as I'm not into buff guys. He has dark brown hair with chocolate eyes. The attire he wears is, well, bad boy style.

Everyone seemed to have gotten split up and I ended up alone. So I just got pissed. I am pissed now actually at the strip club. I now see Derek. Running towards me with a worried face while I'm dancing with some equally intoxicated random man. He rips the guy's sweaty paws off my hips that were starting to wonder.

"What the fu-fu-uck man! What's you-your problem?!" Random sweaty paws man yells in Derek's icy now-yellow-eyed glare.

(Ha I'm funny. I come up with goof nicknames for people no)?

Derek's POV

"Yeah, Derek, what's your problem? I'm just tryna have fun. Like you and the guys with these stripper gurlsss!" Y/n slurs drunkenly, spraying my face with her burning, acidic spittle.

I tell her we have to go now and she stands there stamping her feet, whining. Now Y/n has told me and Scott's pack some of her drunken capers which are usually quite funny. So this means the way she's acting now, it means she was in a bad mood before she got intoxicated. Which is bad. And I wished I noticed...

While trying to find everyone to leave, all there seems to be is female strippers with only a purple, pink, silver or gold thong on. Not that I'm looking! I only have eyes for Y/n. With her gorgeous y/h/l, y/h/c hair and her mesmerising y/e/c eyes. Her appearance and body is *pick an adjective*. To me she's perfect though, or well, the closest thing to it. After finally grabbing Scott, Stiles, Liam and Isaac I push them towards the exit, down the streets into the cool night air. It helps clear my warm temple. I herd the group like they're all sheep and I'm a fucking shepard. It's grim. Especially Stiles who throws up twice; at least he's a bit more sober now. I take them to a balcony and the view is the golden gate bridge. Liam and Y/n are talking in the distance, their drunk mind's making them constantly splutter with gaggles of giggles.

"Derek, why aren't you telling Y/n that you love her?" Scott says softly, even though the giggling Y/n and Liam are out of earshot.

"Wh-what? I don't...?"

Scott shakes his head, grinning, "We all see the way you look at her. And we all saw how you protected her from a load of creepy dudes in the strip club."

I do love her.

"She doesn't reciprocate the feelings, Scott."

"Oh yes she does."

"Oh no she doesn't."

"Oh yes she does."

"Oh no she doe-"

"You two sound like you're in a fucking pantomime!" Y/n's voice laughs out.

I guess we got louder so that they could hear us.

"Honest, she does. She's spoken to Stiles about it loads. She thinks you don't like her like that. Me and 'nnoying Stiles over there tells her this." Scott says pleasantly.

"What can I do if she does?" I question sadly.

I have absolutely no idea.

"Tell. Her. How. You. Feel." He says simply.

Y/n then casually swans up to me and takes my hand and leads me to the railings. I feel electric when we touch. It's magical. And believe you me, I am indeed, a skeptic.

"Hey Hale." I sigh and she giggles, resting her head on my shoulder.

(I'm slightly taller).

"Can I ask you something serious?"

She looks into my deep brown eyes and I look into her beautiful y/e/c eyes.

"Sure."

"Can I try on your leather jacket?" I laugh at her seriousness, she smiles, "Glad I made you laugh."

I grin cheesily and I rub my thumb carefully over Y/n's soft hand and she speaks up again.

"Thanks for protecting me-" I melt at her words until "-Hale."

I laugh and she laughs and I guess she's not as drunk as she's making out to be.

This worries me. A lot.