and slapping her across the
face with such force that she lay above her, panting wildly. Lola growled and
tossed her little sister off of her, rolling over a raising a hand to strike
her across the face.
Trent raced over and grabbed her wrist. Everyone was moving
so fast that I thought I could feel my head spinning.
Lola pulled her hand away and jumped up to her feet,
screaming like a banshee before she turned on her heel and stormed out the
front door, shaking the whole house as she slammed it behind her.
“Maybe I should go,” I said, breaking the heavy silence that
surrounded her departure. Trent grimaced and Brandon rolled his eyes.
“Ugh this is so like her. To just come in here and ruin
everything.”
As he went on about how much he disliked her, though, I
could see Allison looking visibly hurt.
“Brandon, maybe you should—“ I started, but before I
could say anything else, Allison rose to her feet and fled the room.
“Oh shit, was that my fault?” Brandon said earnestly,
gritting his teeth in awkward embarrassment.
“She’s been on edge for a while now.” Mac picked up the mugs
and placed them on the tray. “Since I asked Lola to consider leaving the pack.
Just give her some space, she’s going through a lot, you know?”
Hearing that made me feel beyond awful. Like someone had
ripped the floor out from beneath me. I was the reason her sister was being
insane and was being asked to leave. I was breaking up the pack.
I suddenly felt really sick inside.
“I’m going to go,” I whispered to Trent.
“I’ll go with you, just in case.”
I smiled at him, and said my goodbyes to Mac and Brandon.
“Hey, try not to feel too bad,” Brandon whispered in my ear
as I hugged him. “Remember, you can’t hide your feelings from me anymore.”
I smiled nervously. Though he meant it in a cute way, it
only served to make me feel uncomfortable on top of guilty.
On the way home I had to force myself to not be distracted.
I knew I was being a dangerous driver, with my scatter-brained thoughts, but I
could hardly help it. The sun was setting, and traffic was getting heavier in
the small, beach town as people who commuted were coming home.
It took longer than it normally would to get home, and by
the time we did I felt physically and emotionally drained. Trent could feel it,
and he held my hand as we walked up the stairs, stroking it comfortingly with
the back of his thumb.
“At least it isn’t raining,” he said, his goofy, half-smile
returning to him. I smiled in back. I missed his sense of humor—he had
been so hot-headed and serious lately, and while I was coming to realize and
accept that it came with the territory of a werewolf beaux (at that point I
couldn’t dare to think the loaded word boyfriend ), I missed the
light-hearted nature of being friends.
Inside I noticed that Sierra’s keys weren’t hung up. “She’s
still not back,” I said, slightly disappointed and nervous.
“She’ll be okay. If you think I have strength, Nick’s is of
a completely different order. Like, literally,” he smirked. I was taking off my
coat, distracted with thoughts of Sierra, when I felt him reach for my
shoulder.
“Hey,” he muttered, before spinning me around to face him
and staring lovingly into my eyes. I lost my breath for a moment, rendered
dizzy and speechless, the jacket slipping from my hand to the floor.
“You look gorgeous when you’re hair is wet,” he said before
pressing his perfect lips onto mine.
And yeah, I died a little.
He pulled away from the kiss and I almost moaned out in
disappointment. He grinned at me, sheepishly and adoringly, and I laughed back,
biting my lip in anticipation as he scanned my face for a moment.
“I don’t wanna go…” he sighed.
“Then don’t,” I breathed, bringing my hands up around the
wet skin of his neck.
“I have to go
take care of a few things…you know, make sure shit doesn’t get out of control,”
he sighed, exhaling in
face with such force that she lay above her, panting wildly. Lola growled and
tossed her little sister off of her, rolling over a raising a hand to strike
her across the face.
Trent raced over and grabbed her wrist. Everyone was moving
so fast that I thought I could feel my head spinning.
Lola pulled her hand away and jumped up to her feet,
screaming like a banshee before she turned on her heel and stormed out the
front door, shaking the whole house as she slammed it behind her.
“Maybe I should go,” I said, breaking the heavy silence that
surrounded her departure. Trent grimaced and Brandon rolled his eyes.
“Ugh this is so like her. To just come in here and ruin
everything.”
As he went on about how much he disliked her, though, I
could see Allison looking visibly hurt.
“Brandon, maybe you should—“ I started, but before I
could say anything else, Allison rose to her feet and fled the room.
“Oh shit, was that my fault?” Brandon said earnestly,
gritting his teeth in awkward embarrassment.
“She’s been on edge for a while now.” Mac picked up the mugs
and placed them on the tray. “Since I asked Lola to consider leaving the pack.
Just give her some space, she’s going through a lot, you know?”
Hearing that made me feel beyond awful. Like someone had
ripped the floor out from beneath me. I was the reason her sister was being
insane and was being asked to leave. I was breaking up the pack.
I suddenly felt really sick inside.
“I’m going to go,” I whispered to Trent.
“I’ll go with you, just in case.”
I smiled at him, and said my goodbyes to Mac and Brandon.
“Hey, try not to feel too bad,” Brandon whispered in my ear
as I hugged him. “Remember, you can’t hide your feelings from me anymore.”
I smiled nervously. Though he meant it in a cute way, it
only served to make me feel uncomfortable on top of guilty.
On the way home I had to force myself to not be distracted.
I knew I was being a dangerous driver, with my scatter-brained thoughts, but I
could hardly help it. The sun was setting, and traffic was getting heavier in
the small, beach town as people who commuted were coming home.
It took longer than it normally would to get home, and by
the time we did I felt physically and emotionally drained. Trent could feel it,
and he held my hand as we walked up the stairs, stroking it comfortingly with
the back of his thumb.
“At least it isn’t raining,” he said, his goofy, half-smile
returning to him. I smiled in back. I missed his sense of humor—he had
been so hot-headed and serious lately, and while I was coming to realize and
accept that it came with the territory of a werewolf beaux (at that point I
couldn’t dare to think the loaded word boyfriend ), I missed the
light-hearted nature of being friends.
Inside I noticed that Sierra’s keys weren’t hung up. “She’s
still not back,” I said, slightly disappointed and nervous.
“She’ll be okay. If you think I have strength, Nick’s is of
a completely different order. Like, literally,” he smirked. I was taking off my
coat, distracted with thoughts of Sierra, when I felt him reach for my
shoulder.
“Hey,” he muttered, before spinning me around to face him
and staring lovingly into my eyes. I lost my breath for a moment, rendered
dizzy and speechless, the jacket slipping from my hand to the floor.
“You look gorgeous when you’re hair is wet,” he said before
pressing his perfect lips onto mine.
And yeah, I died a little.
He pulled away from the kiss and I almost moaned out in
disappointment. He grinned at me, sheepishly and adoringly, and I laughed back,
biting my lip in anticipation as he scanned my face for a moment.
“I don’t wanna go…” he sighed.
“Then don’t,” I breathed, bringing my hands up around the
wet skin of his neck.
“I have to go
take care of a few things…you know, make sure shit doesn’t get out of control,”
he sighed, exhaling in
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