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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45. Chapter 45

Chapter 45

I was trying to focus on the board when suddenly behind me, someone began lightly poking me. I turned around and faced Dylan's smiling face. "Hey I really need a tutor for this.. I can't seem to understand it. Would you mind meeting me after school today?" What was I supposed to say to him? I knew this was something that would definitely piss of Derek. But if Dylan needed help.. "Um.. Sure." He smiles a big warm smile. "Great. Thank you so much." What would Derek think? I hope he thought nothing of it.. and I hoped this whole tutoring thing wouldn't last long. Derek was my ride home and he had basketball this afternoon. 
***(later)***
"Wait, so all you have to do is find the square root?" Dylan looked down at his homework paper. "Yep. Just find that and it gets easier from there." He glances up at me and grins. "Wow. That's so easy." He rests his hand on my knee under the table. My eyes widen. What the hell was he doing?! I clear my throat and look at my watch on my wrist. "Oh um, I need to be going. I'm waiting for someone." I quickly jump up and throw my binders and folders into my backpack. Accidentally, I knock down one of Dylan's binders. It falls to the floor in a heap, papers flying everywhere. "Oh! I'm sorry." I bend down to pick up the mess I made and freeze when I see the grades on some of his papers. They were all 95's and 100's! He didn't need any tutoring at all! I pretend not to notice and continue picking up the papers and his binder. "Um.. I'm sorry. I really have to go." I shuffle out of the classroom so quickly that he doesn't get a chance to say goodbye. Scrambling to the gym as fast as possible, I try to avoid what had just happened all together. Why did he ask me to tutor him if he obviously didn't need it? In the middle of the basketball court, the players are practicing. I look around for Derek and watch him as he plays. He was really good at it. Thanks, love. I smiled. On the other side of the gym was Clare and the other cheerleaders, all eying me suspiciously. I couldn't help but laugh. Nothing better than getting hated for dating the most perfect guy in Brentwood High School. Behind me, someone calls my name. "Emma! Hey Emma!" I turned around to face Dylan. Oh no. Please not now. Not in front of Derek. "Um.. Hey." Wait, how did he find me in the first place? "You forgot your notebook." He hands it to me. "Oh thanks." He grins. "No, thank you for tutoring me." Without my knowing, he wraps his arms around me in a tight embrace. What? No! Stop it! I look over Dylan's shoulder at Derek. He stands in the middle of the basketball court, his face set in a way that read angry and hurt. No, Derek please. It's not what it looks like. I swear! He pays no attention, and I can literally feel the anger taking over him. Dylan finally lets go and I back away from him. "Well, I'll see you around Emma." He leaves the gym without another word. Coach Hill blows his whistle. "Derek! What the hell you doin' out there?!" Derek's eyes are still on me. He shakes his head and focuses back on the game again. Please believe me, Derek. Nothing is going on between Dylan and I.

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