Imperfect Replacement
Ross tried to approach me a few more times, but every time, Derek's death glare sent him scurrying back.
That was Derek through and through. Everything he did—every move he made—was for himself.
"Honestly, he does seem way more normal now," Mia chimed in. "They say a reformed player is worth more than gold. If this keeps up, Bella, you're basically a saint reincarnated."
It felt like everyone around me wanted this to keep going forever.
And without the edge, Derek did seem to be getting better. No smoking. No drinking. No fighting. No chasing girls.