Imprinted

Emma was just a normal, average 16 year old girl bullied by her schoolmates. Something she wished would just stop, but has no courage to stop it. Derek is a jock, the star basketball player of Brentwood High School. Derek knows what he'll soon become, but just doesn't know when. Werewolves have been in his family for generations, and he knows he won't be able to stop it. He knows about imprinting, and knows he's just not ready for it. When he comes back to realization, he imprints on someone faster than he'd predicted. Emma.

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1. Chapter 1: Emma

I stroll down the hall after third period, heading for my locker. I looked down at my feet as I walked. I really needed a new pair of shoes. It wasn't that I was poor or anything, in fact I was just the opposite of it, I just wasn't the biggest fan of shopping like most girls were. By accident, I knock into Clare Neighbors, the most popular girl of Brentwood High School. All of the books and binders in my arms fall to the floor, papers from my binders flying everywhere. "Watch where you're going you stupid bitch," Clare spat. Riley and Courtney giggled behind her. They were always following Clare around like a little puppy. Whatever Clare said, went for them. People at their lockers snicker quietly. "S-Sorry," I mutter. "I wasn't paying attention to where I was walk-." "Whatever," she cuts me off. She side steps around me and strides away, the girls following along behind. I bend down to my knees and begin to pick up the things I had dropped. Derek Blade has a huge grin on his face. Derek was the star basketball player that everyone was in love with, including Clare. They had a thing for each other, I think. He walks over towards me, and steps right over all of my papers on the floor, spreading them out even more than they already were. "Oops," he laughs. He high fives one of the guys in the hall. "Hey Clare!," He calls down the hall and runs to catch up with her. "Yo, that was hilarious back there." Kids turn back to their conversations and their lockers. I focus back on picking up my things. I inhale deeply. I was used to it. Being bullied wasn't something that was new to me. Standing back up, I walk to my locker and get ready for my next class.
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