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Me: So, Tori, where's Derek?

Tori: You can't have him. He loves Chloe.

Me: How dare you! He's mine!

Derek: No I'm not.

Me: (Cries).

Tori: (Rolls eyes.)

Chloe's POV:

I sat down on my bed, fuming about Derek. I mean, I confessed my love to him and he doesn't even answer? Okay, I know he was going to, but that still doesn't count, because in the kitchen, he refused to tell me anything. I crossed my arms and sighed. I shouldn't have told him. He doesn't love me. He can't love me. Mom probably just thought he was my mate, when he really wasn't. I burst into tears.

I hear the water running as Derek takes a shower.

I continue sobbing, burying my face in my hands, muscles tensing as I sat so still.

A few minutes later, still in self-pity mode, I hear the door open and see Derek walk in.

Derek; shirtless and wet.

The water from his black, glistening hair sliding down his neck and jaw, making their way to his abs. His amazing six-pack abs. His wet bangs fell into his sparkling green eyes. I clench my jaw to keep from gaping at his beauty.

He wore jeans and he slowly made his way toward me. I stood up, about to tell him off, but he grabbed my hands and pulled me close.

My heart pounded double-time. His face was inches from mine. I'm sure I would have fainted if his hands weren't holding mine. His breath warmed my lips. I felt light-headed. His lips touch mine, and instantly a jolt of electricity flew through me. And I couldn't take it anymore; I crushed my lips against his.

Words can barely describe how I felt. My whole body tingled with warmth and happiness; my heart beat wildly, and-

Oh man, his lips.

His lips were soft and silky.

His lips moved against mine, desperation and urgency tingling between love and passion.

Not to be rude, but you'd think that when Derek was his anti-social self before, he wouldn't be very much of a good kisser, considering he never kissed anyone (not that I did either).

But...

Boy, did Derek know how to kiss.

He made the whole thing seem like a fantasy, a fantasy where the girl imagines her hot dream boy shirtless and a great kisser.

I've never imagined that before, but here I was, living the dream.

I kissed him back the same way, wrapping my arms around his neck as he wrapped his around my waist, pulling me close so that our bodies pressed together.

Our first kiss turned out to be a total make-out session. We had walked to my bed (without breaking the kiss) and sat down. He pulled me onto his lap and we made-out for what seemed like forever, until finally, just when I thought my lungs were going to explode, he broke away, gasping for air, me doing the same.

Derek gazed into my eyes lovingly, and I hoped he would utter the three words I've been dying to hear.

"I love you," he managed to whisper between breaths.

"I love you too," I say.

He pulled me into a tight hug, and when my head fell against his rock-hard abs, I couldn't help but place my lips against them.

I snuggle closer, every few seconds brushing my lips against his six-pack, wrapping my arms around his waist.

"Derek?" Simon called.

He swore. "I am not letting him ruin this. Be right back." Derek places me gently on the bed, before running out to tell his brother to shut up.

I sigh and look down at my shirt, blushing when I see a big red mark from the chilli. I scramble up and yank it off, searching my drawers for anything clean, knowing it was soon before he walks in and-

Derek steps into the room and closes the door behind him, stopping dead when he sees me shirtless.

"Um, I-I..." I wave frantically at my dirty shirt, cheeks heated when his eyes traveled my body. I swallow. "I was changing."

He nods and walks over to the bed, struggling not to stare.

I continued to search. When I realized I didn't have one, and I heard Derek squirming on the bed, trying to get a better look, I sighed and turned around.

"Fine. You can look. But only for a little," I say, rolling my eyes playfully when he continues to stare.

Without a word he bolts up and grabs me in less than a second, pulling me to him and smashing his lips against mine. He places one hand on my cheek and the other around my waist. I wrap my arms around his neck, and my eyes widen when I realize what was going to come. I pull away.

Derek stares at me, pain in his eyes, until he finally understands. A look of panic stamped across his face.

"Chloe, I wasn't going to-"

"I know."

We stare at each other, than burst out laughing.

He pulls me to him again and smiles.

"I love it when you smile," I say, than turn bright red.

Derek grins at me. "I love everything about you."

I gaze up at him.

"But you know, you should smile more," I say, feeling slightly odd but not knowing why.

He chuckles. "Maybe I should."

A rap on the door causes us to jump apart, both of us grabbing for a t-shirt. He clutched his white shirt and threw it on. I frantically searched for a clean shirt and finally settled for a wrinkled one under my bed. I threw it on and Tori walked in.

"What's going on?" she asks.

I clear my throat.

"Nothing," Derek grumbles.

Tori arches her eyebrows.

None of us said anything.

Finally, she sighed and mumbled, "You guys are so freaky sometimes." She left.

Derek and I look at each other. I stifled a laugh and Derek did the same.

"Hey guys. Tori said-" Simon stops when he sees us looking flushed and nervous.

He rolls his eyes. "Maybe you guys were-"

"No!" I blurt.

Derek and Simon looked at me.

"I, mean, um...we weren't..." I waved at Derek pathetically. "Doing what you think we were. We just-"

"Is that..." Simon walks over to Derek and leans closer to him, eyeing his lips.

"What are you-?" Derek stops when Simon bursts out laughing.

"Hey, congrats man. You got your first kiss!" Simon says, smacking his brother's back.

Derek's eyes widened. "Don't tell Tori. Please don't tell Tori!" he begs.

"HA! WOLF-BOY GOT HIS FIRST KISS! HOW WAS IT, BRO?" Tori shouts, running in and giggling.

"Bro?" Derek raises his eyebrow.

"Well..." Tori blushes. "You are."

Suddenly Derek's face softened. "Yeah," he says, averting his gaze from Tori to me.

"Um, this is all really sweet and all, but could you guys, just, like-"

"GET OUT?" Derek suddenly shouts, and Simon and Tori bolt out the door immediately.

I laugh out loud, throwing my head back.

He could be so stupid sometimes.

Derek grins. "I knew it'd work." He stood up and kissed me. "Chloe?"

"Yeah?"

"How'd he know we kissed?"

I stare at him, than move my gaze down to his lips.

I use my thumb to wipe it off.

"You're wearing lipstick. Red is such a great colour on you." I giggle and he blushes and starts to wipe it off frantically.

"It's off," I say.

He clears his throat.

"Tori?" Simon says from the hallway. He walks into our room. "Where's Tori?"

"I thought she was with you," I reply.

"Nope. I went downstairs and she said she'd go get some blankets from the basement to take a nap, she was freezing," Simon says, nervously glancing around the room.

"Did you happen to check the basement?" Derek asks, rolling his eyes.

"No. I didn't want to go alone. Come with me?"

Derek sighs, but we follow him out anyway.

"Tori?" Simon whispers as we slowly make our way downstairs to the basement.

"Tori?" Derek grumbles. Than he shoves past us. "Move."

We run downstairs, deciding there's no need to be quiet since, well, no one was here except Tori (I hope).

"Tori?" Derek finally almost shouts, getting frustrated more by the second.

"Tor-" I gasp.

Derek chokes and Simon gapes.

There was Tori, laying down in a pool of her own blood.

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