Hey my loyal fanfictionites! I'm so sorry that I only stayed in DPOV for the kiss scene, but I thought that his wolfie instincts would make it more interesting. But as much as I love all this Chlerek fluff, I have to start going into a real kind of plot. Don't get me wrong, things will still be hot and heavy there will just be more in the mix now. Oh, and Simon will be jealous, but will Chloe know that his possessiveness will be from a love that isn't protective older brotherly? Let's find out shall we? Song of the chapter time!

Situations-Escape the Fate

The situations, are irrelevant now

She loves the way that I tease

I love the way that she breaths

Well I touched her (oooohh)

She touched my (aaahh)

It was the craziest thing,

I love the girls who hate to love

Because they're just like me

Disclaimer; Do I love Darkest Powers? That's for damn sure. Do I own Darkest Powers? No, but the girl Kelley who does is one lucky bitch!

CPOV

I closed my door and slid down it into a sitting position. I had just had probably the HOTTEST make out session in the history of make out sessions. And it was with Derek. I'd only met him less than 24hours ago and I was already sucking his face like some of the sluts at my school do. It made me feel kind of dirty, but I didn't regret it at all. He'd found me in the middle of cutting myself and nearly had a heart attack. Then, after demanding I tell him why I was doing something that was 'so stupid,' he actually offered to help me get through my down moments without having to inflict any form of physical pain on myself. He didn't exactly give me a choice, or really say how he was going to help. I hoped that maybe he might help me by replacing the need I feel for physical pain into a need for physical pleasure.

I gave my head a sharp shake. Bad thoughts Chloe, bad thoughts. But was it my fault that when we were making out he only had on boxers and a very see through very tight white t-shirt? No, but that also didn't mean that the image of his tented boxers would leave my mind. Oh great, now I'm going to have dirty thoughts whenever I look at him. You know what; I can blame him for having his erection go up my crotch. I may not have ever seen a mans… parts before, but I knew enough to know that Derek had a good one, a really good one. Makes me wonder how it would feel to have something so big and hard in- bad thoughts, dirty thoughts, thoughts I really should not be thinking when I'm supposed to be in bed so I can go to school tomorrow. I scoffed. Yeah, like I was going to get any sleep after that.

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I tossed and turned all night, until I finally gave up at about 6:30. Hey, I had to leave here by 7:45, might as well use my extra half hour to do some primping. I took a 15 minute shower then dried my hair and put on my school uniform. Seeing how I go to a school where most of the kids attend because they want to grow up and be performers, like the actors and musicians, most of the kids dress a little… showy. Performers really only have one goal in mind, get noticed. So since the minority, writers, directors, and set design, didn't need to use tactics like that in order to get noticed, we dress a more reserved. Maybe appropriate would be a better word. I was one of the people that fit into the smaller category, and the people in that category use to get made fun of because they were such 'prudes.' Just because I don't wear a shirt where my boobs nearly fall out, doesn't mean I'm a prude. Some parents complained and the principal decided to assign uniforms that 'fit both of our needs.'

Boy was that wrong. The uniform was like one of those naughty catholic school girl type things. We wore ruffled plaid skirts that came to about an inch above mid thigh, and button up blouses that had sleeves that went down to out elbows and were almost completely see through. Yeah, what a compromise. The skirt had dark blue lines and a softer blue back ground. It wasn't really sky blue, just more of a powder kind of blue. The shirts were dark blue as well and made of very thin cotton. Thankfully, we didn't have to where those god awful knee socks. I wore a pair of converse with mine.

I did my eyes in a smoky fashion and put on some mascara. I didn't put on any eye liner because I'd always hated it. It looks pretty, but it feels weird and you have to constantly re-apply it. I used a little blush on my pale cheeks then put on some light pink lip gloss. I looked at the clock, it was 7:16. Wow, it took me almost an hour to get bathed and dressed. I wonder if Derek will like my school outfit. I hear that when guys usually have fantasies about a girl, she's usually in a naughty school girl outfit. How a guy could find these things hot I'll never know, but I'll take it. I tied my hair up in a high pony tail since girls are not permitted to wear their hair down.

I grabbed my backpack and made my way down to the kitchen. The smell of blueberry pancakes and syrup assaulted my nose when I stepped through the door.

"Mornin' Simon, how'd you sleep?"

"Good. I got up early, actually, so that I could register Derek now and have him go today. I even got him a uniform delivered," Simon said cheerfully. For someone who isn't a morning person, he sure is cheery today.

"Really, you got him signed up that early?"I said disbelievingly. You can't register a new student that has absolutely no previous school records on such short notice can you?

"Yep, they gave me some trouble about the school documents and stuff, but I told them that he went to school in another state before and that the school burned down, along with all of the records. Pretty smart, huh?"

I rolled my eyes and took the seat across from him. He finally looked up at me for the first time that day and dropped his fork. I didn't that me wearing makeup was that unusual. He picked up his fork and pretended like he hadn't just nearly had a heart attack when he saw me.

"Uh, Chlo, you look um… I like the makeup, but… I really don't think you should wear it… guys might start checking you out and I don't think that I could handle having to beat up a bunch of guys for looking at you the wrong way."

"Who's looking at her the wrong way?" a low voice rumbled behind me.

I looked behind me and chocked on my pancake. Derek stood leaning against the kitchen door frame in the schools guys' uniform. On Simon and a lot of other guys, it didn't look very attractive, but on Derek… let's just say that if he didn't have all the acne he did, he would be voted for sexiest man alive. He wore dark blue khakis and a white button up shirt that was similar to the girls, only it had a more masculine look to it. He had a striped light and dark blue tie on, the light blue being the same as the one on my skirt. I swear that my either stopped beating for a second, or was beating so rapidly that I could no longer feel it. I finally looked up to his face and saw that he was checking out my outfit, his eyes filled with hunger. I gulped.

Simon noticed the change of atmosphere and awkwardly cleared his throat. "Good morning Derek, how was your first night sleeping in a bed after over 10 years?"

He snapped his attention up to Simon and sat down beside me. "I slept great; I'd forgotten how comfortable beds are. They're so… soft and smooth." When he said that last part he swung his gaze back to me and let it linger on my top half. I blushed. For the rest of breakfast Simon schooled Derek in the art of art school while I just kind of sat there and ate my pancakes contemplating how many calories they must have. They have flour, eggs, milk, and were topped in sugar and butter. I was starved and desperately wanted devourer every little crumb off of my plate, but knew that I shouldn't because afterwards there was no way in hell that Derek was going to let me get it all out. I thought for a second. Maybe that wouldn't be such a bad idea considering how he reacted last time he caught me doing something like that… On second thought, not a good idea, we'd end up being late for school and my history teacher Mr. Holland would freak if I were late again.

I put my fork down and cleaned up my plate. There'd be time to eat later when I wouldn't have to worry about school. I glanced at the clock, 7:42.

"Guys, we gotta go if we don't wanna be late," I said. They both mumbled an agreement and reluctantly threw away what was left of their food. I was about to sling my bag over my shoulder when I felt tugged out of my grasp. I looked back and saw that Derek had mine and his backpack. How he got the books and backpack all before we even made it to school was beyond me. I gave him a quizzical look and he just smiled down at me. Well, half smiled.

"I can carry it myself," I stated.

His smile grew and he laughed softly. "I know." He put his hand lightly under my chin, tilting my face up, then kissed me softly. It was nothing like the hungry lust-filled kiss from last night, it was softer, sweeter. Like he wanted show me that he cared. The kiss was short lived and he pulled back. With a smug smirk he went out the door and made his way to the driver. I stood there for a moment, stunned, then followed.

DPOV

"Derek, Derek dude you gotta wake up," I heard someone say breaking through my barrier of sleep.

I grunted and rolled over. I had barely gotten any sleep after Chloe left. You can't just leave a guy standing in the bathroom with a hard on and expect him to fall sound asleep right after. But I didn't feel too rejected 'cus I could hear Chloe doing the same.

Chloe…

You should have gone after her last night and had her fix the problem you had instead of try and ignore it and attempt to sleep, the wolf grumbled.

I mentally rolled my eyes. That stupid wolf was going to get me in some serious trouble some day.

Someone started shaking my shoulder telling me to get up again and then said something about school. School? They're having me go to school? Why the fuck would I do that? They shook me rougher and I reluctantly got out of bed and went to take a shower. Half way through I hear someone open the door to the bathroom and throw something on the ground, then leave. I saw some strange bottle that said acne soap. I opened it up and clasped my hand over my nose. This stuff reeked!

When I stepped out of the shower I dried myself with a towel and saw that the person-who by the smell of it was Simon-, had given me clothes to put on. I put them on then looked in the mirror. That shit soap cleaned up my face a bit. The clothes were uncomfortable. The shirt had a collar and tie that made me feel like I was being restricted and wearing an actual collar like the ones you put on dogs. Sighing, I made my way down to the kitchen. On the way there I picked up part of a conversation just in time to hear Simon say, "-don't think I could handle having to beat up a bunch of guys for looking at you the wrong way."

The thought of other guys looking at my Chloe sent a spark of anger through me. Chloe was mine how dare they look at her!

Wait a minute; did I just say Chloe was mine? Since when?

Since you saw her dip shit.

You can't own a person after just meeting them.

Says who?

Somehow during my mental debate with the wolf I had made my way over to the kitchen. I saw Chloe open her mouth, probably to tell Simon it wouldn't be necessary, but I cut her off.

"What's this about other guys?" I asked Simon. He didn't answer, just glared at me. What was up with that? I looked at Chloe to see if she had any idea but lost all rational thoughts when I saw what she was wearing. It exposed so much of her legs that I nearly groaned at the sight. Her legs looked so smooth and were the color of milk. Her top was nearly see through and that reminded me of last night when she'd been kissing me with only a bra on. Her face had on some gunk that didn't make her look bad, but I didn't think she really needed it. She was gorgeous all by herself. I met her eyes and saw that she was dazed by my outfit. I guess some good can come from this thing.

I smiled predatorily at her and took the seat beside her. When Simon asked me how I slept I said something about how soft and smooth beds were looking at Chloe's top half the entire time. My words had a double meaning. While I was talking about the bed, I really meant the smooth skin of her exposed stomach. She flushed and looked away.

When we were about to leave I saw Chloe start to put her back pack on. A thought occurred to me and I grabbed the bag from her and slung it over my won shoulder. She gave me a weird look and I half smiled at her. God she was beautiful when she was confused.

"I can carry it myself," she said.

My smile widened. "I know." I put my hand under her chin and kissed her sweetly. I pulled back and smiled smugly at her reaction, then went out the door to my new day time prison.

Hey guys hope you liked it! I'm not gonna write much here cus its 5 in the morn and I'm tired so night. Review!