Something tells Derek that Katniss is onto him because she keeps that expression on her face a little longer like she's trying to cement the effect on him before letting it fall away. Admittedly, he's a little jealous that she's feeling so liberated.
"Well, I don't really know you very well, seeing as how you've been playing hooky since day one," he points out. Derek opens his mouth to say something else; to make some other argument as to why they really shouldn't be doing this right now. Not that there's anything wrong with dancing, but they really should be working and—
The lyrics actually process and his eyes widen, eyebrows lifting higher still. Derek looks around as if expecting to see Stiles, Lydia, and Allison standing around somewhere watching with amusement; like they've talked this poor girl into it, but they don't seem to be anywhere in sight.
"What is happening right now?" he asks himself more than Katniss herself. She's not going to stop unless he gives in, is she? "Hey. Hey, hey, hey, look; listen," he says, drawing her a little closer and moves his hand up from her waist and settles it on her upper back. The sad thing is that Derek actually knows what he's doing. He hates dancing, but his mother made he and Laura learn for a family wedding when he'd been ten. He still remembers. "Slow down a little," he tells her, guiding her into something of a sloppy foxtrot. "If you're going to make me do it, at least let's do something I know." He's not great, but he's not bad, either.
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"Well, I don't really know you very well, seeing as how you've been playing hooky since day one," he points out. Derek opens his mouth to say something else; to make some other argument as to why they really shouldn't be doing this right now. Not that there's anything wrong with dancing, but they really should be working and—
The lyrics actually process and his eyes widen, eyebrows lifting higher still. Derek looks around as if expecting to see Stiles, Lydia, and Allison standing around somewhere watching with amusement; like they've talked this poor girl into it, but they don't seem to be anywhere in sight.
"What is happening right now?" he asks himself more than Katniss herself. She's not going to stop unless he gives in, is she? "Hey. Hey, hey, hey, look; listen," he says, drawing her a little closer and moves his hand up from her waist and settles it on her upper back. The sad thing is that Derek actually knows what he's doing. He hates dancing, but his mother made he and Laura learn for a family wedding when he'd been ten. He still remembers. "Slow down a little," he tells her, guiding her into something of a sloppy foxtrot. "If you're going to make me do it, at least let's do something I know." He's not great, but he's not bad, either.