Laying in Derek's bed I hear shuffling of someone moving the covers and making a large dip in the bed.

I fall back asleep.

After about twenty minutes I wake up kicking the covers and punching my pillow, fuck it's so hot in here.

"Woah, woah what are you doing!" Derek whisper shouts and grabs my wrist catching my attention.

"It's too hoooot," I moan.

"Well...," He says thinking.

Ignoring him I pull my crop top off and pull my sweats off, now in my underwear.

I know it's a bit weird but I really don't give a fuck right now, I'm getting stressed out because I'm too hot.

"Okay, better," he says looking at me.

I nod my head and move my hair from my face.

I lay back and sigh "sorry I hope you don't mind,"

I say to him.

"Nah it's...it's fine," he says lying down.

I instantly fall back asleep.

Waking up with my eyes closed for the third time as my surface is too hard I move around.

Still too hard I punch the surface too soften it "ouch!" Derek shouts.

I open my eyes to see that I'm laying on top of Dereks torso while he's shirtless and also in his boxers.

I put two hands on the bed either side of him and push myself up.

"Sorry," I say innocently.

I move myself off him "so sorry," I say again.

He looks at me angrily and turns his body around so he's not facing me.

My eyes shut.

The bright light shines through the curtains making me wake up, although I wake up to a heavy weight on top of me.

I wriggle from underneath Derek, and huff as I get out of breath.

Derek sighs in my neck making me gasp, he moves his head up and down rubbing the tip of his nose against my neck making me squirm.

I wriggle making a big mistake as he lets out a loud moan.

He rubs his mini self down there against me, oh god, oh god.

I feel something wet on my neck, fuck don't tell me he's drooling on me.

Yuck.

"Derek...Derek," I whisper.

No response.

Is he fucking dead?

I struggle from beneath him, suddenly his hand grips my leg as he moves himself up and down.

This mother fucker is really grinding on me in his sleep.

He begins to suck on my neck, this bastard!

He's having a fucking wet dream!

His other hand finds its way to my hair and he combs through it while sucking on my neck.

This is so fucking wrong.

But he looks kinda sexy right now...no what am

I talking about this is wrong.

"Derek," I breathe out as he grinds against my body.

"Derek...Stop," I breathe getting more angrier.

He stops and rubs his face, yawning.

He puts Both hands on either side of my head as he pushes up his body weight and looks down at me.

"What going on?" He asks confused.

I wrap my legs around his torso flipping us over as I straddle his waist I pound on his chest "what do you mean what's going on!?" I say.

He grabs my wrist looking at me genuinely confused which makes me even more mad.

I huff "you were having a wet dream Derek, and you were grinding on me," I say looking away.

"What's that on your neck?" He asks while grazing his thumb over a specific spot on my neck.

What is he talking about.

I jump off of him and into his bathroom, looking in the mirror I see a purple, reddish looking mark on my neck.

Rubbing it, does no good as it sits there clear as day. Fucking Derek! he gave me a hickey.

I storm out the bathroom but suddenly walk into something making me almost fall but an arm loops around my waist catching me.

"Thanks," I say to him.

Wait no, no thanks!

I punch his chest "Derek! You gave me a hickey!" I whisper shout while punching him.

He grabs my wrists "let me see," he says grabbing my hair pulling it to the side so he can see my neck.

"Shit, can you cover it?"

"Probably, with um foundation," I say nodding.

"Don't tell anyone about this, go get ready for school," he says pushing me towards his door to leave.