(A/N: My first Life with Derek fic; flame all you want. It's short because it didn't need to be long. Might be OOC. Onward!)

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"Of Thoughts and Cares"

His smirk cut threw the blank darkness, as he eyed her up and down. The lust in the room had quickly grown heavy on the two teenagers, the girl clutched her chest, trying to regulate her erratic breaths. She watched as he casually beckoned her into his room, with nervous eyes and hesitantly, she padded towards him.

This wasn’t the first time she’s been this close to Derek, but every time she was just as anxious, her heart always beat faster, and her breathing became irregular. He brought his hands to the spot beneath her chin, lifting it so her face was inches from his, warm breaths kissing her jaw line causing her to inhale sharply.

“You came back.” He lamely stated, not surprised, but not completely expecting it. She shyly smiled, casting her eyes to her feet and back up to his knowing gaze. Slowly, he brought his lips to her own, not bothering to be at all passionate and loving, the kind of emotions made for cliche teenage melodramas.

The kiss was rough and all she could think about is what everyone would say if the found out. If they found out what a whore, slut, loose girl she was, all those words being an exaggeration of what she was, but held some bit of truth.

All her life she wanted was to be popular, that’s what she strived for. To be in with the cool crowd, was the feeble thought that was the focus of her mind. And in the blur of ass kissing and making nice with the ‘in’ crowd, she had lost herself.

“Stop thinking about them.” He said against her lips, she pulled her head back and glared at him.

“I’m not...”

He rolled his eyes and sealed her lips against his. The kiss, no different then the kisses that they had shared in the past, was demanding. Derek’s hand slowly trailed up her night shirt, sending glittery chills down her spine.

“All you care about is them.”

She shook her head planting small kisses against his neck.

“Them?” Her voice was small and barley audible.

“Them as in, what everyone else thinks of you; it doesn’t, shouldn't matter.”

Derek overpowered anything she was going to say by smashing his lips against hers, and guiding her to the bed.

But, that’s all she could ever think about was what they were thinking of her. She tried to befriend the right people and avoid embarrassing situations, but suddenly none of that mattered.

All that mattered was the way Derek Venturi made her back arch with his touch and how he whispered sweet nothings in her ear when no one was listening.

So she stopped thinking about them and what they would say if they found out how many times Derek had taken her to bed, because this was who she was now.

Emily Davis stopped thinking because she realized she had stopped caring along time ago.

Fin

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