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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48. Chapter 48

The next day of school was.. definitely nerve racking. "Emma you have the clothes right?" She pulled up her old Chevy truck into one of the student parking spots. "Nat you seriously need a new car." She scoffs. "Well unfortunately, not everyone can afford to buy a 2013 Nissan Murano like your parents can." I rolled my eyes. "You don't even drive it, Emma." I scoff. "You know how strict my parents are! They don't want me driving until I'm seventeen." She laughs. "Sucks for you darlin'." Her Texan accent was lurking around again. "Alright, Em. You know the plan. When we walk in, head straight for the bathroom." I nodded slowly. I wasn't ready for this. "Alright girly, lets go knock em' dead." We walk hastily into school, and the first thing I see is almost enough to make me have another melt down. Derek has his arm wrapped around Clare and another girl. He notices me and looks up, smirking at me. It takes every ounce of control in my body to not cry. But I feel the tears building. I rush to the bathroom as fast as I could. "Remember we're doing this, Em," Natalie says behind me.
"Hurry up Emma!," Natalie calls from the other side of the bathroom stall. "Ugh! I'm trying." I looked at my self in the mirror that was in the stall. Wow. I had on a tight shirt that made my breasts pop out way too much and a matching skirt that barely covered my bottom. I wasn't sure about this.. It seemed as if too much. "Um, Nat? I'm not sure I can do this." I unlocked the stall so she could see. Her mouth drops open. "What? What is it?," I asked. "Damn girl." She winked at me and smiled. "Oh shut up." She grabs her brush from her bag. "Alright, now lets tease your hair and add some make up." When she was done, I looked in the mirror again. "What do you think?" I turn in a slow circle, checking over everything. "I look like a total whore." Natalie smiles. "Perfect."

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