<div class="floatleft">(http://www.fhfff.com/img3/jwujghfdmtijxsmgcbuk.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yuExVFv.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Derek Darley (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14655389#msg14655389)<br/><strong>YEAR:</strong> Ravenclaw 6th Year<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> PUREBLOOD<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 13 Inches | English Oak | Wampus Cat Hair<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Blue sweater, blue collared shirt, blue jeans, and very messy hair<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> 24th of October - Morning<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hallway | Penthouse<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Maybe taking it a bit far.<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Justice - Stress (https://youtu.be/0qXmxVySMzw)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Dior, CLOSED </td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/><br/>"What the fuck is up with you today?!" Derek said the second that the door swung open with wide eyes and stern lips.<br/><br/>He had expected to hear something escape Dior's mouth. Some sort of sassy comment or lame excuse as to why his key no longer worked. Or as to why she had decided to change the entire Penthouse without asking him! Granddad said it was theirs during the school year, and that didn't meant just Dior's! It was such a small thing, but it was the straw that broke the camel's back. Derek took a wide step into the penthouse and slammed the door behind him. So loud that it shook the wall. He felt the sensation of his sweater on his body making him feel incredibly warm. Instantly he went to it stretching and dragging against the material to pull it off of his body. Feeling as he was stuck inside of the sweater as he tried to pull it off of his face.<br/><br/>"Errr-grrrr!!" he said out of frustration before throwing the sweater down on the ground in his messy way. Stomping with his trainers over to Dior who was obviously ignoring him and walking away. As if he didn't deserve at least a fucking excuse as to why she wasn't talking to him about this. As to why she was being such a twat ever since the year began, and why she had never told him about what she did to Curt! He could only imagine that similar things that he brushed off or never even noticed. He was seeing Dior through lenses of rage, and it made her look like a manipulative bitch that controlled him. Yes, he may have been taking things out of proportion, but he wasn't the most calm when he was under stress.<br/><br/>"Dior!" he barked again now speeding up his pace as he grabbed her by the wrist. This time his grip was tight. He pulled her wrist toward him and twisted her arm to force her to turn and face him. "The least you could do after your mess is to be fucking honest with me!" Derek barked again through the bloody lights that made him feel even more angry than before. He was literally seeing red from her decorations.<br/><br/>That's when he pulled in his twin sister in the way that they often did in their past toying around. His hand clenched her slender wrist as he raised it toward him, forcing her to cock her elbow as he raised that slender arm up. He then twisted it to make her turn around and face him. Their obvious height difference causing him to look down at her with those angry eyes. And his trainers walking closer and closer to Dior. His eyes screamed nothing more than rage as he looked at her in a way that he hadn't before. His neck tilting his head downward until he was no more than inches away. His breath was hot, he was breathing heavy, but his eyes were so narrow. There was no coy smirk on his face.<br/><br/>"Now fucking tell me what's been up your ass these past few months? Why didn't you tell me about Curt? Why didn't you tell me about this party? Why the fuck are you not talking to me?" Derek said in a lower tone to her. Smelling her perfume, the scent of her shampoo, and the general closeness of their proximity. His cock twitched in his pants. Obviously aroused by his anger, and that's when his tight grip around her wrist loosened. His snarl dropped from his face. A look of shock came over his eyes, as he realized he may have been pressing her too far. Especially since an obvious boundary had been set between them recently.<br/><br/>However, Derek did not apologize. He would, however, would not be surprised if Dior decided to slap him across the face for being so forceful with her and yelling at her. His immaturity showed through as he quickly deflected from his brash movement. "The lights look fucking stupid," he added.