Chapter six to Animal I Have Become…This one is sort of sad guys- sorry. Sad, but pretty good, I think, if I can word it right. Oh, and I need you to tell me if you want me to start Chloe's one shot story with a sad one, then they get better, or make the sad one second or third or something? Please and thank you! Falco sparverius Linnaeus

Every time we lie awake
After every hit we take
Every feeling that I get
But I haven't missed you yet

Every roommate kept awake
By every sigh and scream we make
All the feelings that I get
But I still don't miss you yet

Only when I stop to think about it

I hate everything about you
Why do I love you?
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you?

Every time we lie awake
After every hit we take
Every feeling that I get
But I haven't missed you yet

Only when I stop to think about it

I hate everything about you
Why do I love you?
I hate everything about you
why do I love you?

Only when I stop to think about you
I know
Only when you stop to think about me
Do you know?

I hate everything about you
Why do I love you?
You hate everything about me
Why do you love me?

I hate
You hate
I hate
You love me

I hate everything about you
Why do I love you?

Derek crossed his arms, glaring down at Chloe. She was obviously annoyed, and that was making him annoyed, mostly because he wasn't sure what he did to get her in a bad mood- not that it took much, when it came to him. She had her arms crossed, nose scrunched up just a little bit.

"What's wrong now?" he asked in a snarl, baring his teeth a little bit at her. She narrowed her eyes.

"You've been nothing but a big-" she cut herself off for a moment, as if considering what to call him. "A big jerk since we got here and I want to know why. Now." She tapped her foot impatiently, as if he actually planned to answer.

"I don't know what you're complaining about," he said in a terrible hiss, "you and Simon have been alone together the entire time. Tori's too busy to really bother you guys." Chloe looked a bit confused.

"What?" Then she shook her head. "I'd like it better if you'd stop being so rude. We're trying to get along." She said, then her face crumbled from the angry expression to one really sad frown. "What's wrong? Aren't you- I thought we were friends, Derek." He got nervous. He exploded. It wasn't his fault.

"Friends?" he spat, "We are not friends, Chloe." She flinched.

"W-we aren't? I-I…sorry. I j-just th-thought that m-maybe because…"

"You assumed, and you assumed wrong." He stared down at her blankly, willing her to go away.

"B-but y-you…we- I- we-" she stammered, face reddening. "Why are y-you acting like this? We were getting along f-fine."

"Because now that we're here I don't have to put up with you." He flicked his wrist. "Go play with Simon or something." His gut twisted at the tears that dripped off her chin.

"I w-wanted to talk to y-you."

"Well I don't want to talk to you." He snapped, baring his teeth automatically. She swallowed hard.

"Is there any w-way you could t-tell me w-what I did to m-make you feel that way?" She asked very quietly.

"What you did?" He let out a short bark of a laugh. Chloe flinched, eyes dropping to the floor like a scolded child. Good; she wouldn't see the expression on his face when he said what he was going to say.

"Y-y-yes." She whispered. She wouldn't meet his eyes, which was just as well.

"Everything. Wrong." She looked up now, confused. He knew his statement didn't make sense, spaced as the two words were. "You do everything wrong." Now she blinked harder. Fat tears rolled down her face and Derek stopped himself from swallowing guiltily.

"I do…everything…wrong." She repeated, as if in a trance.

"Don't you see Chloe?" he asked in another hiss. "I hate everything you do. I hate how you keep getting us caught, I hate how you keep getting yourself in trouble so I have to save you-"

"Okay." She said softly. But he was on a roll now.

"I hate how you can't figure out that I don't want you around me. I hate how everything makes you cry. I hate how you won't just take the freaking hint and go out with Simon."

"Okay." She said just a little bit louder. Not loud enough. He didn't want to say this, but it'd been ready to burst out since the truck stop, the bus stop, so he couldn't stop.

"I hate how you brought Tori along, though you know the chance that she's a possible traitor is extremely high." He snarled, "I hate how jumpy you are and how loud you are. I hate how stupid you are." She physically flinched. "I hate how you can't figure out to leave me alone. I hate how long it takes for you to understand things. I hate how you make stupid choices. I hate how you're nice to everyone."

"Okay." Chloe said a bit louder again. Derek stalked closer, breathing just a little heavier.

"I hate how you can't leave well enough alone. I hate how you don't learn a lesson. I can't stand it when you sit there and just look at me or someone when they yell at you and just take it. I hate how you can't seem to say no when you should. I hate how-"

"OKAY!" Chloe yelled, tears racing down her cheeks. "I GET it, alright? You hate me, fine, I get it. You don't have to point out every little flaw since we met." I do have to, though, Chloe, Derek thought, other wise my idiot mind won't fully GET it.

"I didn't." He said honestly, because he could have pointed out a lot more. Not that that was a good thing, it was just a fact. Derek liked to work with facts. He was better with those than in social life –explaining why he couldn't relate in Literature or English. Not very well, at least, and that's usually how he ended up with a C- and that was if Simon helped sometimes.

"Oh, right. You were sparing my feelings by only pointing out a few things. Thanks." Chloe laughed, tears making her face very red. She was gasping now. Derek had to pause, keep himself from apologizing or something. He had to do this, because it was the right thing to do. It was. It had to be.

"No, there are just too many to name when you keep interrupting." He said darkly. She snorted a laugh that caused a few tears to splash off her face.

"Of course you'd remember them all. You're a genius." Derek scowled.

"I'm not a-"

"I wasn't asking you." She snapped, head cocked slightly to her left. He almost asked if it was a ghost, if there was one here, but he knew enough about people –about Chloe at least –to know that he didn't have that privilege any more. "J-Just…f-f-fine." She gave him one last miserable look, then left, marching around him. He listened to the door slam. He listened to her walk a few feet down the hallway, then listened to her slide down the wall, sobbing.

He knew if he listened long enough, he'd hear Simon find her. He'd hear her jump, and he'd hear Simon put his arm around her. He'd hear them getting along, like they always did. He'd hear everything. He'd hear what they said and what they did and he'd stay quiet about it.

"I wasn't lying, Chloe." Derek whispered, to himself, really. "I really do hate everything that I said." He blinked hard. "I hate everything about you. I hate your big blue eyes, I hate your voice, and your face. I hate everything about you." He paused, then said, "So why do I love you?"

So sappy. I can't help it, and it was cute. Short, too, but I couldn't think of anyother things he would get mad at her about. Heh. OMG The Reckoning was amazing. Sigh. I'm sorry to say that the other one shot stories that I do will be based BEFORE or WAAAAYYYY after The Reckoning. I know. It's depressing.