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Derek shrugged his shoulders slightly, hardly rising them, "Yeah, I suppose, but, not all the girls here are that bad..." His eyes fluttered over the features on her face, before looking away, looking down the hall, all the way to where it turned to the left. Honestly, the only girls that where 'bad' here were the cheerleaders. Last year, they were all over Derek, but he quickly showed them he didn't want some girl that didn't actually love him.


Quite awkwardly fixing his varsity jacket, Derek's gaze fell down to his dark Nike high-tops, watching as his feet scuffled slightly against the tiles of the hallways. Thoughts ran through his head as he wondered if Austin was simply messing with him when he said he was first one to be 'it' this year, but that was less likely. Austin gave him a few breaks, but he couldn't do that forever. He tried repetitively to get Derek to turn into another one of his minions, too. A guy that goes around, playing with girls hearts as if they were toys.


That just wasn't how Derek wanted to treat girls. Actually, he would never treat a girl like that.