AN: Okay real fast disclaimer, I got the idea for this story from another one called "fade away" So sorry for any similarity's but this is definitely going to be different from "Fade Away" I just barrowed the idea of the whole rebellious teenager and mom's intern.

When Meredith woke up the next morning it was barely light out side obviously it was early in the morning. Earlier then she was used to getting up. She turned over to see what time it was and saw him propped up on one elbow staring at her. She yelled in shock and fell off the bed. It was then that she noticed she was wearing a pair of boxers and a NYU sweat shirt. His boxers and his NYU sweatshirt. She blushed furiously She had also slept in the same bed as him. She slept with Derek Sheppard (technically).

He watched her with an amused expression on his face as she realized all this and hurried around his bedroom searching for her clothes. But she found nothing. Not one piece of clothing of hers was in his apartment.

"I washed them.", he said getting out of the bed.

"Last night we didn't…" She trailed off and stared at her feet.

"Nah I would never take advantage of you in such a vulnerable state of mind."

She said nothing just looked around the room.

"Would you like me to go get your things?"

Meredith nodded mutely. And waited for him to return soaking up the atmosphere. He came back five minutes later with her jeans and tank top she was wearing the day before. She disappeared into the bathroom to change.

"So Derek do you think you could stop by my house then drop me off at school?" She asked when she was done.

"I don't think you going to school today is such a good idea.", Derek said concern etched all over his handsome face.

"If I don't go Jess gets the satisfaction that he effected me and besides I'm a big girl I can take care of myself."

Derek rolled his eyes and gently touched her bruised face. "These are kind of contradicting you."

"He caught me off guard." She said with a sigh. "I used to think of him as this great guy who was so in love now I don't know what to think."

"Well you shouldn't judge a book by it's cover… or something like that."

Meredith rolled her eyes and pulled his NYU sweatshirt over her head. "Your not getting this back just so you know." She said with a smirk.

"I figured that much. It's looks better on you then it ever looked on me though."

She smiled at him a real genuine smile one he had never seen before. Her smiles always used to be sad or sarcastic. He defiantly liked her better this way. He stood as his door with his hand on the door knob ready to take her home but he stopped for a minute and turned to her. He gently traced the cut on her cheek. Causing her to close her eyes and sigh.

"Not going to date you." She whispered.

"We'll see about that, Ms. Grey." He smiled and kissed her on the lips softly at first. But when her arms went around his neck he kissed her harder. They both broke apart gasping for air. He smiled down at her.

"What about now?"

"Still not going to date you pretty boy." She smirked and lightly patted his cheek.

Meredith sat in her math class and sunk down in her seat trying to be inconspicuous as possible. She pushed the sunglasses closer to her face and glanced over to her right. Her best friend Izzie was asleep so she noticed nothing. Cristina on the other hand was staring at her as was two of her other close friends Alex and George.

"Hey Mer." Meredith looked over at Cristina. "What's with the shades?"

"Hm? What shades?" Meredith asked as if she didn't notice them.

"Well the one's on your face idiot."

"Oh these." She asked pointing to them. "It's just… really bright in her."

Cristina gave her a look that clearly said she didn't believe her but she glance over at Jess who was sitting at the other side of the class room he glared at her so she figured telling Cristina wasn't the best idea.

"Good morning class." Mrs. Walters the math teacher said.

No response.

"Good morning class." She said staring each and everyone of them down.

"Good morning Mrs. Walters.", Everyone said with a collective sigh.

Mrs. Walters rolled her eyes, "That was so much better class" she said sarcastically.

She turned to the board and wrote something on it. She turned back to the class but before she gave them instructions she looked at Meredith.

"Ms. Grey will you please remove the sunglass we are in class."

"but It's really bright in here and I have the worst head ache ever."

"In the hall now." She ordered without another word she stepped in the hall Meredith right behind her. Meredith was careful to make sure the door was closed and she turned and looked at her teacher. Mrs. Walters was one of those fresh out of collage teachers who still felt like she could make a real difference in a students life.

"Were you drinking last night Meredith?"

Meredith shook her head no.

"Okay are you on something?"

"No!" Meredith said loudly she couldn't believe her teacher thought she was doing drugs. She drank a lot but that didn't necessarily mean she was into drugs too.

"Then please remove your sunglasses."

Meredith sighed and pulled them off stuffing them in the pocked of Derek's hoodie. And refused to look at her teacher directly.

"Meredith what happened to you." She asked she reached ot to touch Meredith's face but thought better of it and pulled back.

"Nothing, I just tripped." Meredith pulled at the sleeves of Derek's sweatshirt making sure it covered her bruised arms.

"If something is going on at home you can talk to me, you know that?", She asked gently touching her upper arm. Meredith flinched at the contact and rubbed her arm were Mrs. Walters touched it.

"There's more isn't there? Your arm too?", she asked

Meredith didn't answer her she just turned and went back in the class room without another word to her. She really needed to learn to mind her own business. So what if Meredith got the hell beat out of her? What did it matter to her teacher?

After school.

Just like the day before Meredith sat on the cold stone steps leading up to the school. This time though no cigarette and it was only three-thirty. She leaned back and looked at her friend Izzie who was seated next to her also waiting for her mother to show up. It was odd that one of her best friends would be Izzie Stevens, they where exact opposites. Where Meredith was dark and twisty along with Cristina, Izzie was bright and shinny.

While Meredith was smoking after school and putting pink streaks in her hair, Izzie was at cheer practice and dying her own hair blond. But in some way's the were a lot alike. Like Meredith Izzie's father left her and her mother, and also like Meredith her mother neglected her most of the time. Not to mention that they grew up as neighbors.

The best thing about Izzie was that she didn't asked questions. She knew when Meredith didn't want to talk about something and said nothing she just waited it out until Meredith was ready to talk.

"Hey Mer can we talk… Alone?", Jess asked without waiting for and answer he sat next to her. Izzie looked at Meredith to make sure she was okay and Meredith nodded.

"What do you want?", she spat.

"Look Mer I'm sorry I saw you with that guy yesterday and it killed me. I love you so much and- and I'll never lay another hand on you again. I swear if you just give me another chance I'll show you how much I love you."

"Jess I-I can't." She looked away.

"Please Meredith I hate myself for doing this to you and I know it's not an excuse but I was drunk and- and I'm just so sorry you have to believe me."

Meredith sighed she wanted so bad to believe him. "Okay but if you ever touch me again-"

"I know I know you'll kill me." He smiled.

Meredith nodded and kissed him lightly on the lips.

"Meredith!" It was Derek.

"I've got to go but I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Yeah tomorrow." He mumbled

He watched her climb on the motorcycle with Derek and suddenly all the anger from the night before washed over him. No man was going to take his Meredith from him and he would make sure of that.