I looked at the head that I was holding. Maybe I was just holding some humanoid-fish. Yeah, that's such a common thing to find.

I felt myself being picked up and rushed over to the shore. "Myren! Are you okay?" Derek asked, setting me down on the sand. He knelt down right beside me.

I think he was asking if I was okay. I couldn't really hear anything right now. I just continued to stare at the decapitated head that I still had a grip on. The eyes were all clouded over, but it still seemed to be looking at me. The boy's face was gray and looked wrinkled, kind of like Samara's in The Ring; the part when she crawls out of the TV. I think I could see a small crab crawling in the hair. Gross…

Derek grabbed my hand and pried my fingers loose. Sam walked up and grabbed the head.

"Jacob," he said. "You should take Myren home."

"I'll do it," Derek said, already picking me up and walking to a parking lot that I didn't notice before. He walked up to a silver Mustang and put me in the passenger side. He even did my seatbelt for me.

It felt strange. I couldn't move, or I should say that I didn't want to move. I just stared down at my hands. I felt sick to my stomach. Was I going into some form of shock?

Derek got into the driver's seat. He didn't even bother to do his seatbelt. He started up the car and began to drive off. "Do you know the way?" he asked.

The way to what? I still just stared at my hands. They looked pale and smooth under the moonlight.

"Do you know the way to your uncle's house?" Derek asked again. "I need directions." Oh! Why didn't he say that earlier? And why didn't I pay attention to the way Bella drove? I had no idea how to get to Charlie's.

I think I shrugged. It felt like my shoulders moved, but not a great amount. I turned my hands over and… there was a hair from the head on it!

My heart began to beat loudly. Loud enough for Derek to hear, because he looked over to me and asked if I were alright.

"There's..." I tried to get it out, but I felt tired and extra lazy for some reason. What the hell was happening to me?

"Huh?"

"T-there's a…"

Derek pulled over to the side of the road. I wished that we weren't the only ones out on it, so that there could be witnesses if he turned out to be some psycho killer. "What's wrong?" he asked.

"THERE'S A HAIR ON ME!" I screamed. I flailed my arm around, trying to get the hair to fly off, but it stuck. I flung it so hard that it hit Derek's face, and I heard a pop.

Derek grabbed my arm. He gently took the hair off my hand and threw it out his open window. He then rolled the window back up, but still had a hold onto my arm. He looked at it and gave it a squeeze.

Pain shot all up through my hand and it throbbed. "What the hell are you doing?" I screamed, trying to yank my arm away, but he had a strong grip.

"It's not broken, just a sprained wrist," Derek said.

I calmed down a bit, but looked out the window to emphasize that I didn't appreciate him doing that. Why did he have to have a rock-hard head? Is that even normal?

"I'm going to ask you one more time," Derek said. "Do you know how to get to Charlie's house?"

I rolled my eyes. I was already regretting going to that stupid party in stupid La Push, meeting stupid Jacob and all of his stupid friends. "No!" I snapped. "I don't know! If I did, then I would've told you already!"

I snapped my head over to look at him. I saw that he looked… hurt? He looked at me, his blue eyes looking sad, sort of like a puppy's. He then glanced down at his hands (still holding my arm) as if he were shamed. "What's up with you?" I asked. I had absolutely no patience to deal with this big baby.

"I'm sorry," Derek said in the most pitiful voice ever. I think it even broke somewhere. Please don't let this dude cry.

I raised my eyebrow at him

"I'm so sorry Myren. I never wanted to upset you," he said. Then he grabbed my other arm and pulled me closer to him. "Please say that you forgive me."

The way I see it, I have two choices: 1). Forgive Derek and all is good, but then he might think that I'm interested in being his friend, or 2). Decline his apology and have him kill me right here, right now. He looks like he works out a lot. Just one swing of his muscular arm, and there goes my head. Maybe the head belonged to some boy that pissed him off a while ago. I like living.

"I forgive you," I said.

A big smile appeared on Derek's face and he took me into his body in a choking hug. "I'm so glad!" he exclaimed, sounding like he was going to cry with joy. Maybe he's just a guy that too intact with his emotions.

I felt my air getting cut off in the choking hug. "Can't…breathe!" I managed to get out.

"Oh! I'm sorry!" Derek said, letting go of me, but still keeping his grip on my arm. He then took off driving again.

After about two hours, we finally found Charlie's house. It was horrible! It was already three in the morning, so we couldn't stop anywhere and ask anyone for directions. I don't have my cell phone and Derek lost his. We eventually had to take each road that we came to, and if there was something we didn't recognize, we went back and took a different route. It was excruciating! Derek kept saying weird things, like asking me if I knew what imprint meant. I told him that I did and found nothing interesting about it. So what if I lied? It made him shut up and stop looking at me with weird expressions. However, not once did he ever let go of my arm. I guess that it was my way of thanking him for taking me home: getting to touch me. Everybody wants to do it.

When we drove up into the driveway, Charlie's police cruiser was gone. Maybe he had some emergency thing. Bella's truck was there. It made me feel a little more comfortable knowing that I wouldn't be all alone in the house for the first night. Even if it was with someone as lame as Bella.

"Maybe I should walk you in," Derek said. "Just to make sure you're alright."

I agreed. My legs did feel a little weak. If they gave out while I was walking upstairs, that would suck.

We both went inside and ran into Edward.

"Can I help you?" he asked coldly.

Yeah, I'm selling Girl Scout cookies, want some? "Um, I live here now," I reminded him. The way I saw it, he was a guest. Guests never insult people that live in the house that they're visiting, unless it's in their head.

"I know that, Bella's waiting for you upstairs," Edward said. He then made a gesture that showed that he wanted me to go up the stairs. "Who's this?" He pointed to Derek.

"That's Derek, he drove me," I said. I noticed that Derek gave Edward a cold stare. The both just stood in the doorway, having some sort of intense staring-contest. I think I saw Derek blink.

"That was nice of him," Edward said. "Make sure you thank him before he leaves."

Was Edward kicking Derek out of the house? That's so… weird. "Actually," I said, fed up with all of Edward's weirdness, "I invited him to stay over."

Edward fixed his cold gaze on me.

"I hope you don't mind," I smirked.

"Charlie said not to have anyone over while he's gone," Edward said, narrowing his eyes.

"You're here," I pointed out.

"But he knows me."

"I'll introduce Charlie to Derek when he gets home," I said. I then walked over to Derek and took his hand. I then led him upstairs. The truth was, I didn't want him to stay over, I just liked sticking it to Edward.

I walked into my room and sat down on my bed. Derek came and sat right beside me. "So..," he said. "What now?"

"I don't know," I responded. What was I going to do after I won? I didn't think that I would, so I had nothing.

"Hey, thanks for sticking up for me," Derek said. "I bet Edward's kind of annoying."

I snorted. "Kind of? I haven't even known him for twenty-four hours and already I want to strangle him."

Derek straightened up as if he heard something. He then smiled and relaxed. "So, where do I sleep?" he asked.

"Uh…" I thought it over. I really wanted to sleep in my bed, but I would be a horrible host if I made him sleep on the couch. "You can sleep in my bed. I'll take the couch." I wanted to kick myself for saying that. I hate the couch!

I heard the door close downstairs. I looked out my window and saw Edward and Bella getting into Bella's truck. Edward saw me and held up a long cylinder. "He's happy because he has… whipped cream?" I asked myself.

I went to my door and turned the knob. The door wouldn't budge. I pushed all my weight on it, but it still wouldn't move. Then I realized what had happened: Edward had sealed my door shut using that foam stuff that carpenters use. I was trapped in the room with Derek. "That son of a bitch," I muttered.

"What?" Derek asked, stretching out on my bed, taking up all of it.

"Edward sealed the door," I said, sitting down on the floor

Derek laughed. "We can just share the bed," he said. "I won't bite, hard."

"Are you gay or something?" I snapped. He was totally getting on my last nerves, which I seemed to be running out of lately.

"Yes," he said seriously.

"Oh," I said. I was just kidding when I asked, but I guess that curiosity killed the cat. I have no problem with gay people. If you're gay, then you're gay. Whatever you want to be, it doesn't matter; unless you want to be a pedophile like Quil. "That's cool."

"Can I tell you something else?" Derek asked, still using a serious tone.

Do you have to? "Sure."

"I'm a werewolf."