So sorry I haven't been able to update. School has been insane! If anyone has any suggests about where the story should go just comment me. Thanks!
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Derek and I slid out the chairs, making a loud screech. I plopped on the hard wooden chair with a sigh. Everyone was concerned, it was evident on their faces. However, Derek looked guilty. It wasn't his fault, but I knew I could never convince him of that. The only thing that could make his guilt disappear was to find Simon.
"Laura, we are going to need you to call the other werewolves," Andrew said seriously.
"How many should I get?" Laura asked quickly.
"As many as possible. We are going to need all the strength we can get."
Laura nodded and leaped up from the table. She vanished from sight when she turned the corner, heading towards the office.
"What do you need from us, Andrew?" Steven questioned.
"After Laura is finished, I need you to round up as many people as you can. Anything will help." Andrew responded.
"What about necromancers?"
"Try to find more spell casters. They tend to be more helpful in battle," said Andrew. I felt like I had been punched in the stomach. I had my uses, but apparently no one saw that. How could Steven just sit there like nothing happened?
"Alright. I'm going to see if Laura needs any help."
"Sounds good."
Steven left the same way as Laura. Then the room was dead quiet. There were only four of us left at the table. Derek, Tori, and I waited for Andrew to say something, but he didn't. He was so lost in thought. You could tell he was planning every little detail inside his head.
"Andrew," Derek grunted.
"Oh yes," Andrew snapped back to reality.
"What should we do in the mean time?"
"I want you to rest Derek. You have had a busy night," Andrew replied. "Tori I need you to come with me and I'll teach you some valuable fighting spells."
"What about me Andrew?" I asked quickly.
"Um, just wait until Steven is off the phone." He stood from the table and ushered Tori out of the room. Derek's chair scrapped across the wooden floor as he stood abruptly. He headed out of the room and up the stairs. I hurried behind him.
I walked into Derek's room and saw him pacing back and forth.
"Derek, you need sleep like Andrew said," I sniffled.
"I'm fine. I'm not the one sick," Derek accused.
I felt like everyone thought I was worthless. My body and brain hurt. I shuffled over to Derek's bed and sank down into the fluffy comforter. My eyes began to droop and became really heavy. I was freezing and my body began to tremble and shake.
A warm hand touched my forehead causing me to become even colder.
"You're burning up," Derek sighed while turning and leaving the room. He snuck back into the room holding a different bottle of medicine. Silently, he poured and handed the liquid over to me. Without asking questions, I swallowed the horrendous medicine in one gulp.
Derek's arms scooped me up and move me over a tiny bit so he could fit in the bed next to me. He reached over and turned off the lights. The currents on the window were open causing a faint grey light to fill the room.
Small beads of sweat were forming on my forehead. Derek whipped the moisture away with his hand.
"I'm sorry," I muttered.
"For what?" Derek questioned.
"Everything."
"You're just tired. You need to get to sleep," he whispered. He obviously didn't want to hear my apology, so I decided to change the subject.
"When do you think we are going to leave for the fight?"
"You aren't going anywhere," he said confidently.
"What do you mean?"
"You're sick. There's no way you are going," Derek continued.
"No. I'm going. I'm fine," I tried to convince myself as much as him.
"Chloe, stop being ridiculous. There's not much you could do anyways." I was blown away by his remark. Instinct took over and my hand shot up towards his face. A loud slap rang throughout the room. Derek jerked away from my touch and fumbled for the light. The lamp clicked on and the shadows faded for the bedroom.
A red handprint was clearly visible on Derek's right cheek.
"What the hell was that for?" Derek roared.
"Stop thinking I'm some useless little girl," I hissed. "I'm the one that found out Simon was with the Edison group, not you Derek."
"I don't want you to go," Derek grunted.
"Why does everyone think I'm so worthless around here? Andrew, Tori, and now you? What have I ever done to make you think that?"
"I don't think you're worthless. I never have," Derek gasped, reaching out towards my face. I swatted his hand away and got up from the bed. I stumbled out the door and barely managed to make it to my bedroom. I closed the door and collapsed out my bed.
I was freezing and crawled under the blankets when my door burst open.
"God damn it, Chloe. Stop walking away from me."
"Get out of my room, Derek."
"No," he snarled.
I was too tired to fight anymore. Turning away from him, I closed my eyes, hoping he would go away.
"You can't go, Chloe," he continued, ignoring my body position.
"Just leave already," I yelled.
"You can't go because I can't concentrate when you're around," he murmured. "I can only think about you when you're around. I need to be able to focus."
I slowly turned my body back towards him.
"I have to constantly make sure you are safe," he continued, staring at the ceiling.
"I'm not always in danger, Derek."
"I know," he sighed. "But what if the one time I'm not looking out for you something happens?"
"Then it's my own fault," I said. "I'm bound to get hurt sometime throughout my life. You can't protect me from everything."
"But what if I want to?"
"Derek, this conversation is getting no where," I stated. "I'm going to fight the Edison Group whether you like it or not."
"Go to sleep. We'll talk about this later," he demanded.
"Derek, I know this is a really odd request, but could you lay down next to me?" I asked awkwardly. "I'm freezing."
"Scoot over," he mumbled.
His heated body laid stiffly next to mine. Without hesitation, my arms wrapped around his stomach and my body curled next to his.
"I know you don't want to hear this, but I need you to know," he whispered. "You are my mate, Chloe. I know you like Simon and all, but I need you to know before I go fight the Edison Group. You know, in case something happens to me."
"I don't like Simon." As I said it out loud, I knew for a fact it was true.
"You don't?" Derek asked surprised. I just shook my head on his chest knowing he could feel it.
"No."
"I'm sorry you're my mate," he said brokenly.
"I don't mind," I reassured. "Actually, I don't mind at all."
His arms tensed around my body at my words. I felt his head lean down and his lips brush my forehead. I sighed contently and closed my eyes.
"Get some sleep, Chloe."
"Night," I breathed. "And I'm fighting the Edison Group."
I heard a rumbled of laughter as I drifted off into a restless sleep.
This was actually a long chapter for me. I hoped you guys liked all the Derek and Chloe parts. I feel like it is too early for them to have a real relationship. As I said before, I would love ideas. PLEASE REVIEW!!
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