"Myren. Myren!" Derek whispered into my ear.

I grumbled and tuned him out. I didn't feel like waking up today, especially since it was my first day at a new school… in April! This sucked. It was bad enough having to be the new kid, but at the end of the year? What's the point of even going if I'm only going to be there for like a month?

I felt Derek get out of my bed. Finally! I rolled over and laid face-down spread out on my small bed. It was small enough to begin with, but when I shared it with Derek, I mostly laid on him and not the bed. Although he was kind of comfortable…

"Myren!" Derek shouted, actually waking me up this time.

I sat up and rubbed my eyes. "What?" I asked, a little piqued that my sleep was disturbed.

"It's time for you to get ready for school. Hurry up, I'll drive you," Derek said, opening the window. I half-expected sunlight to pour in and blind me, but since there were a lot of clouds, that wasn't a worry anymore.

"I don't wanna go to school!" I whined, laying back down and pulling the covers over my head. "Besides, the door's sealed, remember?"

Derek tore the covers away from me and put them on the floor. "I did, and that's why I got it unstuck." He gave me a smirk that made me want to punch him. "By the way, you drool."

"Liar!" I shouted.

Derek laughed. "It got all over my chest. I thought there was a leak in the roof or something." He then went downstairs. "Get dressed!"

I don't drool, that stupid fleabag, good for nothing-

"I heard Derek's driving you," Bella said, interrupting my train of thought.

"Uh, yeah." I said. I didn't really know what else to say, so I went to my dresser and pulled out some clean clothes. I got on some cargo shorts and a black T. I then put on my black hoodie. That's all I usually ever wear. I then grabbed my iPod and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I can never go outside without my teeth brushed, even if it's just to get the mail; it's like my OCD. I then went downstairs.

"It lives," Edward muttered.

I didn't even bother to come up with a comeback, I was too tired. Maybe I could get some sleep on the way there?

"You hungry?" Derek asked. "I can stop at a drive-though to get us, like, McDonald's or something?"

I don't think McDonald's sells Kibbles 'N Bits. I started to laugh at the little joke I made.

Edward laughed too for some reason. Maybe he looked in a mirror. "Okay," I agreed.

I grabbed my backpack, which only had a pen and a notebook in it, and followed Derek out the door. We both got in his car and he drove off. I still felt funny sitting next to him in the car; maybe this werewolf-thing is too much for me?

"What do you want?" Derek asked, already in the drive-through.

"Uh, a Number Three with an orange juice," I said.

Derek repeated what I said into the box and some scratchy, hard-to-decipher voice said something and Derek pulled forward. A lady opened the window and Derek gave her a credit card. Platinum! Maybe I can adjust to this werewolf-thing...

The lady then handed him two bags and Derek drove off.

"Two bags?" I asked, "What did you get?"

"I told you I eat a lot," Derek said, handing me my food.

I ate my food, watching Derek scarf down seven breakfast burgers. Where does he put it all? By the time I was half-way down with my food, Derek had finished his last burger.

"Do you want my hash-brown thing? I don't really like them," I offered. I figured if I won't eat it, maybe the Human-Trash Compactor will. Oh wait, the Werewolf-Trash Compactor.

"Thanks," Derek said, eating the whole thing in under six seconds.

We drove in silence for a while. The radio wasn't working, so I couldn't listen to any good music. Getting bored I turned to Derek. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Anything," Derek said. I had a feeling that when he said "anything," he meant that he'd do anything I asked him to. I did want a new TV.

"Why me?" I asked. "Why'd you imprint on me?"

Derek sighed. "I really don't know," he said. "We don't really have any control over it."

"Can a werewolf imprint on more than one person?" I asked.

"No, we're completely bound to one person," he responded, getting a little less tense.

"Am I allowed to tell anyone?" I asked. I don't know if I can keep this a secret. It's kind of big.

"You can tell Bella, and that's it," he said. "If you want to tell anyone else, just ask me and I'll give the okay or no."

I don't need his permission to do what I want! To Hell with my whole "Trying to Be Nice" conversation! "What happens if I get kidnapped?" I asked.

Derek got tense. "I'd find you and kill your captor."

"What if I got murdered?"

"I'd avenge you."

"What if I got raped?"

"I'd kill the person that raped you and I'd help you get through your emotional trauma."

"What if you can't find me?"

Derek was really tense now. I could hear the steering wheel being crushed in his powerful grip. His teeth were grinding together and every two seconds, he'd shoot a look at me as if to make sure I really wasn't kidnapped, murdered, or raped. I guess that werewolves don't like to talk about bad stuff happening to their imprints.

"I'd track you down," he said sternly.

"What if I died of some disease?" I asked.

"You won't, I'd take you to the best doctor in the world when you get that sick."

We pulled into the school parking lot. "Have a nice day," Derek said. "And please, be safe."

Ha! I scared him with my whole Bad-Things-Happening-to-Me conversation! "You don't go here?" I asked.

"No, I already graduated," he said.

For some reason, I felt saddened by that. Maybe I was sad that I couldn't torment him anymore? "What if someone brought a gun to school today?" I asked. "What if they shot it and I just happened to be in the way?"

"Enough!" Derek shouted.

I looked at him startled and wished that I had left the car already.

Derek locked the doors and undid his seat belt so that he could lean in closer to me. He even got out of his seat and literally leaned over mine, putting each hand on either side of me on the seat. He put his face two inches from mine. I could see that it had mixed emotions of sadness, anger, and compassion.

"Why don't you trust me?" he asked. His face was so close that even some spit got on my face. "You need to understand that I love you with some crazy obsessed twist. It's all new to me too, okay? But believe me when I say that I will always protect you and never let anything bad happen to you, got it?" His breathing was hard and I felt incredibly uncomfortable. "So how about you cut me some slack?"

I raised my eyebrow. Bad idea…

"That's what I'm talking about!" he shouted. How is no one in the parking lot noticing this? "You need an attitude adjustment and I'm going to give it to you. I mean, you act like you're the best thing to ever walk the earth, but in reality, you feel like crap deep inside because of all the pain you've caused others."

…ouch.

Derek got back into his seat. "Sorry Myren, but someone had to say it."

How did he know about all the pain I've caused people? About my mom, dad, uncle, sister, and brother? About how I'd ruined all their lives with just my birth? I'd ruined their lives so bad that they even sent me away to this crap-town where there's some stupid werewolf that likes to point out my faults.

I didn't know if they were real or not (I'd learned to fake it in the third grade, pretty well too. I should have gotten an Oscar), but tears began to form in my eyes. They even began to roll down my face. Why did Derek's words bother me so much?

"Myren, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you," Derek said, putting his hand on my shoulder.

"Don't touch me!" I shouted, swiping his hand off.

I unlocked my door and got out of the car. I made sure to slam the door to emphasize how much he'd pissed me off. I began to walk in the direction all the other students were walking.

"Please forgive me Myren!" Derek called his voice thick and heavy. "I love you!"

I gave him the finger and walked into the office.