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.


23. Chapter 23: Derek

I run down the hall, looking everywhere for Emma. "Emma?," I call. There was no response from her anywhere. I turn down another hall and finally see her standing in front of her locker, her head down. Her hair shells around her, covering up her face. "Emma," I touch her shoulder and she jerks back. She looks up at me, her face tear-stained. "Oh..," I breathe. "Come to take more pictures of me Derek?," she asks. "What? No, Emma. I wasn't in on this. I swear." Her eyes soften, but quickly harden again. "I find it hard to believe you. You've terrorized me sinc-." I cut her off by pressing my lips to hers. She gasps, giving me the perfect chance to really deepen the kiss. Her lips are frozen, unmoving against mine for a minute, then move up and down in rhythm with my own. I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her flush against my body. She sighs, and I can feel her body relax. She's enjoying it.. I never meant to intentionally hurt Emma. I never really liked her, but there were times when I considered her as mine. I hear someone's footsteps descend down the hall and tear my lips away from Emma's. She whimpers softly. I turn and face the intruder, growling low. Who dares interrupt my mate and I.. "Mr. Blade, come to my office." Shit.. it was Mr. Kingsbury, our vice-principal. I knew why I was in trouble. I let go of Emma, and peck her on the cheek quickly. I hope she hadn't heard me growl like I just did.. My instincts were slowly starting to rule me out. "We'll talk about this later baby," I whisper. "Bye." I follow Mr. Kingsbury down the hall to his office. "Close the door behind you and sit down." I do as he says. "You want to tell me why you hit one of our students..?" Shit. "Um.. I uh.." Damn I was really screwed.

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