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.


37. Chapter 37

"Emma, baby. Wake up. You're home." "Hmm..?," I grumble. I open my eyes to barely peak at the outside world. We were in Derek's car. "G'way. Tired." He chuckles softly and it's such a heartwarming sound. "Come on, love. You need to be going now." I hear him unbuckle his seatbelt and climb out of the car. Literally two seconds later, my door is opening and Derek is pulling me out of the seat gently. "You got here really fast." He smirks. "Werewolf genes, baby." He was proud of himself. 
He sets me down on my feet. Come on. I'll walk you to the door. He laces his fingers through mine. 
Once we reach the front door, I turn to him. "Come cuddle?" He wraps his arms around me. "I will in a little bit okay?" I pout. "Why not now?" He shakes his head. "Because I don't think your dad will appreciate someone's car in his driveway." That was true. He kisses my forehead and then my lips. "I'll be over later okay?" I nod. "Go get some sleep." Opening the door I enter the house and close the it behind me. In front of me are my parents, mad as hell. Crap.. "Emma Rose Davis, what exactly do you think you're doing coming in this late?," my dad yells. "Dad relax." I glance at the wall clock. "It's only nine o'clock." "I'm not going to calm down! And do you want to explain why you were with that boy again?!" I roll my eyes. "I was out with my BOYFRIEND. Happy now?" Their mouths drop in utter astonishment. I move past them and hurry upstairs to my room, slamming the door closed behind me. Whatever. This was ridiculous. I wasn't ten years old! I was sixteen for goodness sake! Emma, are you okay? I sigh heavily and send Derek a message back through our connection. Yes, I'm fine Derek. Just a little irritatedWell do you still want me to come overOf course I do. I smile. leave your window open, love. Making my way to the window, I open it just enough for Derek to get in. 

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