Derek's interest was piqued by the out of place car on the lot. Sizing up the man that Conner approached he felt almost a wave a nostalgia hit him as he glanced over the man. He was easy to piece together; vain, entitled, and someone Derek could see himself hanging out with a month ago. God,<i>this</i>what people saw in him? Some spoiled brat who threw fits when he didn't get what he wanted? The man was almost going to let himself go inside of his apartment and mind his own business but his feet stopped him as they began raising their voices. He turned around, conflicted about weather or not to get involved. He didn't know the whole story and it wasn't his business to begin with!<br/><br/>Conner didn't deserve any of this though. Derek's mind was made up when the other man put his hands on Conner and before he could realize what he was doing Derek was running forward, fists balled up and squarely connecting with the man's jaw. There was probably a better way to handle things, but right now Derek's only rational thought was that the man in front of him needed some blood running down his nose as a good wake-up call. The man wasn't a stranger to conflict- he couldn't count on his fingers how many fights he'd gotten into on his nights out. Except now he didn't have his dad to bail him out and he was actually sober.<br/><br/>"He said leave him alone!" Derek shouted, getting in front of Conner and holding an arm out protectively.