med school roommates

chapter 27

Derek's pov:
I'm in my room getting ready. I hear meredith screaming. "I swear if this is about a spider" I mutter before running to her room.

"Mer, what? What's wrong?" I ask. "This hurts so fucking baddd" she whines. She has wax strips on her legs. I chuckle softly.

"Its not funny!" She yells. I walk over to her. "You ready?" I ask. "No!" She shakes her head. I rips the wax strip quickly. She screams. I chuckle, covering her mouth with my hand.

"You're so dramatic" I say. She pouts. She grabs a wax strip, putting it on my leg. She rips it off. I don't even flinch. She gasps, furrowing her brows. "How did you do that!?" She asks. I chuckle.

"Don't scream" I rip off the last strip. She whimpers. I rub her leg gently. "Hairy" I look at the strip. She grabs it, tossing it aside before hitting me hard.

I chuckle. She glares at me. She pounces ontop of me, hitting me repeatedly. "Stop" I chuckle, grabbing her hands. She giggles as she pulls her hands away, hitting me again.

"You're so violent" I grab her hands again, flipping us over. She moans quietly, biting her lip as I hold her hands tight above her head.

"Don't do that" I say. "Do what?" She grins. "You know what you're doing" I smirk. She giggles.

"Der" she says. "What?" I ask. "Too slow!" She grins as she flips us over fast so she's ontop again. I gasp. She giggles. I chuckle.

She grabs my hands, smirking as she holds them above my head. "Dirty" I smirk. "What?" She giggles. "I know what you're thinking" I grin.

I push our lips together, kissing her passionately. She kisses me back, our tongues fighting. She slowly lets go of my hands, putting hers either side of me on the mattress.

I run my hands down her body, resting them on her waist. I flip us back over so I'm between her legs. I pull away from her lips. "Ha!" I grin. She glares at me. I chuckle.

"We're gonna be late to school.. why are you waxing your legs right now?" I chuckle. "Because I'm wearing a skirt" she says. I chuckle softly. We get up.

"Wear this one" I hand her a miniskirt. "Fine" she chuckles, taking it. "With this!" I hand her a bralette. "No" she giggles.

"Why?" I furrow my brows. "I'll look like a slut.. let me wear one of your hoodies over it" she says. I chuckle, going into my room.

I grab one of my hoodies. I go back into ber room. She's wearing the bralette and miniskirt. I look her up and down.

"I'll wear this under, for our date later but I'm not wearing it like this to school" she grabs the hoodie. "You look hot" I smirk.

She grins. She puts the hoodie over it. "And so cute in my hoodie" I grab her arms gently, pulling her close. She smiles as I kiss her softly.

I run my hands up the hoodie, resting them on her stomach, kissing her neck.

She pulls away, smiling. We grab our stuff and walk outside. We hold hands as we walk through the parking lot.

I look at her as she trips slightly. "Ow Ow Ow Ow owwwww" she whines, hopping on one leg. I put my hands on her waist, holding her still. "I twisted my anklllee" she whines.

"On what?" I chuckle softly. "Shut up!" She says. "You're the one who tripped over yourself" I say. She glares at me. I smile. She giggles.

"Can you walk?" I ask. She takes a step. "No! Ow Ow ow" she whines, grabbing onto me. I put my hands on her waist, picking her up. She wraps her legs around me.

"You okay to go to school still?" I ask. "Yeah.. you just have to carry me everywhere" she says. "Okay" I chuckle softly.

I carry her to my car. I open the door, putting her in the passenger seat. I get in the drivers seat and drive us to school.

She gets out the car, standing on one foot. "You're such a drama queen.. does it even hurt still?" I chuckle. "Yes" she pouts. "Fine" I turn around. She giggles, jumping on my back piggyback style.

I hold her legs so she won't fall off and she wraps her arms around my neck. She giggles as I carry her into school. I walk us to the break room.

"What are you two weirdos doing?" Mark walks over to us. "She twisted her ankle and is a drama queen so now I have to carry her everywhere" I roll my eyes. "Shut up" she giggles. Mark chuckles, walking to the couch.

"Hey!" Meredith says. I walk over to him. "What?" He asks. "That's our couch" she says. "Its not your couch" he chuckles. "We always sit there.. move" she says. "No" he says.

"If you don't move.. derek will beat you up" she says. I chuckle. "I sat here first" he says.

She squeals as I throw her onto the couch next to him. "Derek Christopher shepherd you could've killed me!" She hits me. I chuckle.

I pick her back up, sitting on the couch. I pull her onto my lap. "There... problem solved" I grin. She rolls her eyes and glares at Mark. He chuckles.

She glares at me too. "What did I do?" I ask. "You tried to kill me" she says. "I'm sorry" I grin. "I don't forgive you" she says.

"I'm taking you on a very nice date later that may or may not include some very expensive gifts" I smirk. "You don't have any money left.. you're skint after our last date" she says.

"Is what I told you.. so you wouldn't bug me for takeaways every five seconds" I say. She giggles. "I forgive you" she says. "Good" I grin, kissing her cheek.

"How did you go from being the biggest slut in the school to basically having a wife?" Mark says. Meredith giggles, pushing her face into my neck. I smile.

"The biggest slut?" I raise my brow. "Fair enough" he chuckles, taking a sip of beer. I look at meredith, waiting for her reaction.

"Are you stupid? Don't drink beer in school.. Do you wanna get thrown out?.. moron" meredith takes it off of him. "And that's how" I say.

"Geez, sorry mom" he says. She throws it into the bin next to her. I laugh, pushing my face into her shoulder.

"You're such a goodie two shoes" he says. She sits back, melting into my arms. "Hey.. I think its cute" I kiss her cheek. "I'm not a goodie two shoes" she says. "Mm" he says.

"We're gonna be late to class.. can you walk yet?" I ask. "Who cares if we're late?.. I don't.. because I'm not a goodie two shoes" she says.

I chuckle softly. "Well I care" I say. "I can walk" she rolls her eyes, getting up. She glares at Mark before we walk to class.