What Happened To Derek In Save The Last Dance 2 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

After we've gone through the first and second dresses, a man walked in. His presence caught the attention of every single person in the room. My bride turned around, and her eyes widened. "Aww, my darling Derek," she screamed, rushing down from the pedestal and into his arms. "What took you so long?" At the mention of the name Derek, I turned instantly, and there he was. Derek Lansky, my best friend in the entire world standing right in the salon where I worked, in the flesh. Derek had changed, but not as I expected. He was taller now. Had more of a defined face, broader chest, wide shoulders, and muscular arms.

As for the last spot on the truck, he had to choose between saving my life and saving Victoria's. Derrick's eyes were red and bloodshot. He kept glaring at me, having an entire debate in his head. Ultimately, he still reached his hand out toward me. This was how Derrick had chosen me in my past life. I had survived the typhoon, but Victoria ended up dead waiting for the next rescue truck because she'd been struck by a huge roof that had torn off somewhere. Derrick had married me right after that. Then, he proceeded to torture me for three years because he thought of me as Victoria's murderer.

His trembling hand reached into his pocket as he pulled out his phone. Just as he was about to make a call… an SUV sped toward him. Derek's eyes widened and without another thought, he darted into the nearest bar. The moment he entered, deafening music assaulted his ears with colored lights flashed wildly across the room. People packed the dance floor shoulder to shoulder, swaying to the pounding bass while laughter, drunken cheers and clinking glasses. Derek slipped into an empty chair near the corner, his chest rose and fell as he scanned every face.

Perhaps death was also a way to put me out of my misery. Derek would also finally get the chance to be with the person he truly loved. … For two whole weeks after my visit to the hospital, Derek did not realize I had moved out of his house. He was probably too engrossed in spending all his time with Ivy. The last text message that could be seen in the chat window shared between me and Derek was from two weeks ago. "I need to work a lot of shifts recently, so I won't be coming home." Derek finally started sending new text messages today.

A picture of her riding him came flooding back to his brain: "God, please don't let me get a hard-on with a teenage girl, be legal so I can go to sleep at night knowing I'm not a pervert." Derek nearly had a heart attack as she bent down to put down the table, and her purple lace peeked through the waistband of the jeans. His mouth dried up, his vision went blurry, and his hat and keys fell to the floor. The girls yelped at the sudden noise, and the girl in the cowboy boots turned to face him. If Derek thought he was in trouble when he saw her, he had just sped past the sign that said "Danger: Road Ends Ahead" and was going over the cliff.

He gestured to the contract papers, his expression filled with regret. Annabel took a step back, her tears flowing freely now. “I love you, Derek,” she said weakly, her voice trembling. “We can fix this, please—” “It’s too late,” Derek interrupted, his voice final. He turned away from her, the weight of his decisions crushing him. “It’s far too late.” The room fell into a heavy silence once again, as the truth of what had been lost settled between them. Derek shook his head. “I don’t want to figure anything out with you anymore. As of now, we’re done. You can deal with the mess you’ve made, and I’ll handle what’s left of F&J.”

"Do you have any idea what you were doing when I drank myself into a stomach hemorrhage trying to save your company and got rushed to the ER?" "You were spending my money buying Chloe handbags worth tens of thousands." "Do you have any idea what you were doing when I sold the apartment my parents bought me and stood on street corners in the dead of winter handing out flyers just to pay off your debts?" "You were in Chloe's bed, laughing about how I was a dead fish." Derek's face went white as a sheet. His lips trembled violently. "No... that's not... Audrey, I lost my mind, I wasn't thinking—"

Until the day I got that photo of him and Teresa in bed. I rushed to the bar where he was, desperate for an explanation. He was sitting at the counter, smoking, looking completely at ease. One of his friends nudged him. "You're about to get married. Why mess around now?" Derick scoffed. "I do love Summer, but every time I think about how she gave herself to someone else before me, it disgusts me. So I gave my first time to Teresa. Call it even. After that, I'll settle down and be a good husband."

~Celina~ Being Logan’s Luna, I was expected to appear graceful at all moments, even if he never bothered to take me with him to any events. Naturally, that included learning to dance. So I wasn’t overly worried about dancing with Derek, even though I could feel a strange sense of anxiety and something that felt suspiciously like anticipation. I expected that we would only do a few steps for namesake before stepping out. But once the music started playing and Derek started moving, I looked up at him. And then I just forgot everything. As he kept moving, I moved along, not even thinking of my next move. As if choreographed, we danced in sync. He dipped me and twirled me, and we glided through

“Time for a dance!” Derek walked toward me, garter in hand, and held it out. “Shall we?” “No,” I muttered, but someone was already pushing me toward him. Whispers spread like wildfire. Elena Hart and Derek King. Catching the bouquet and garter. Dancing like lovers. Fighting like exes. And now? Now we were a headline waiting to happen. I swore under my breath. This night couldn’t get any worse.