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.


49. Chapter 49

"Alright, Emma. You ready?," Natalie asks, and I'm almost certain I can't do this. "Uh.. I.. I don't know, Nat." She lifts up her eyebrow. "Emma Rose, you're doing this whether you like it or not. I did not spend 75 dollars on you for you to just back out. You want Derek back don't you?" I nodded slowly. "Then lets do this. Right now, I want you to get pissed off. Pissed at Derek, pissed at me, I don't care. Don't be the shy Emma right now. Be bold, okay? Show Derek that you're the one in control." An evil grin takes over my face. You've got this Emma, I say to myself. I turn around and yank the bathroom door open. "Knock em' dead, girl," Nat says behind me. 
I had barely stepped a foot out the door and all eyes were on me. Heads turned, sunglasses were removed from people's faces. I smile a half smile. Alright Em, remember what Natalie said. Be bold and strut as much as possible. I turn the corner and more eyes fall on me. So this is what popularity felt like.. A few guys began to whistle and I gave them a wink. That's it, Emma. Flirt it up a little. I spot Derek. He's leaning against a locker talking to a girl in our math class. He glances at me briefly before turning back to her, but then snaps his head back again as if he didn't notice it was me at first. His eyes widen with astonishment. "Damn girl!," a guy calls. I ruffle my brunette hair to him and wink. "Emma?," Derek says, his tone angry. He leaves the girl he is talking to and follows after me as I keep walking. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I can tell he's furious, but it's not enough for me to care. I walk to my locker and unlock it. "I'm putting myself out there. You know, since I'm single again." I flip my long hair and it ends up hitting him the face by accident. A low growl escapes his chest. "No. I don't think so. You should change back into what you were wearing." The first bell rings and everyone begins to head to class. Derek and I ended up being the only ones in the hall. "Last time I checked, you weren't my mom, Derek." I check my lip gloss in the mirror inside my locker. "No, but I am your fucking mate." I rolled my eyes. "Oh cut the mate bullshit, Derek." He quickly swivels me around and slams me into the lockers. I gasp. His eyes are glowing a golden color. He's mad.. very mad. I pushed him too far. He grabs my wrists and pins them to my sides. "If you really think I'm going to let you do this, you're sadly mistaken, Emma. You're mine. My mate. You here? Mine. No one else's." He punches the locker next to me and its enough to make me jump. I looked at the dent he had made in the locker and realized that no human could be capable of that. He lets me go and storms down the hallway, not another word said to me. I study the locker again. His fist had went straight through. 

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