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.


15. Chapter 15: Emma

The bell finally rings for lunch, and I'm relieved. Derek had been awkward the whole period and I wasn't sure why. He wasn't his normal, egotistic self. Derek had actually been.. well.. nice, I guess. I grab my chemistry books and shove them into my backpack. Standing up, I start walking to leave but someone grabs my wrist. I quickly snap around to see who it had been. "Um.. Emma?," Derek looks at the ground. Was "The Derek Blade" nervous? "Yeah..?" Derek scratches the back of his neck. "Can I.. have.. your number, maybe?" I freeze. Derek wanted my number...? This had to be some sort of prank. "Uh..," I couldn't think of crap to say to him. His eyes are a soft molten brown. "Please?" I sigh. As much as I wanted to hate his guts, I couldn't bring myself to do it. He was.. amazing. Ugh! Once again, Emma Davis has to fall for the jerk. "Sure." Taking my bag off of my shoulder, I drag out a piece of paper and pen to write on. Should I put a fake number instead or write my real number? I quickly scrawl down the correct number for him. Should I put my name? Derek will probably forget.. I was nothing to Derek but a passing face.. Oh well. If he forgot that would be a win for me. I hand it to him. He smiles and takes it willingly. "Thanks. I'll see you around, Em." He moves around me and exits the classroom. This was so confusing.. "Soon, my love." My eyes widen and a shiver chills down my back. Had I really just heard that in my head..? I look around. No one was in the class but myself. I must have been going crazy. Where had that voice come from? And why did it sound like Derek's? I run my fingers through my hair and inhale sharply. Okay, I really am psycho. I grab my backpack and scrabble at the door as fast as I can, hoping to avoid everything that had just happened. 

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