A cold sensation on my arm wakes me from my sleep. I groan, keeping my eyes closed as I try to figure out where I am. I turn around and adjust the blanket but freeze when I feel something stirring next to me. I take a moment to figure out where I am. The heat from Jake enfolds me and my breath catches in my throat. We both must have fallen asleep during the movie, but I don't know how we ended up like this. My hand rests against his chest and my head rests on his shoulder. How did we end up like this? I bury my face in the crook of his neck. A soft snore escapes his mouth and I smile slightly. I shift closer to Jake. I could stay like this for quite a while. The coldness touches my arm again and I turn my head as slowly as possible away from Jake's warmth. Who is that? I blink as I try to get used to the darkness. "Kate, wake up." I recognize the voice. "Allison?" I whisper. What the hell does she want? "Come, I want to show you something," she whispers and walks to the door. I
"Come on, you have to wake up," a voice calls out. I shift around, my head turning away from the voice. I try to open my eyes, but my eyelids are heavy. The same voice rings through my ears and I groan, trying to lift my hand to smack them. Unfortunately, my hand stays at my side. With a sigh, I focus on my eyelids and try to open them again. "Wake up," another voice calls and I let out a frustrated groan. Stop it, just stop it. My eyes shoot open and I dart up in the bed. "Woah, Woah. Careful." "Ugh, am I back?" I ask and look around. My head spins and I struggle to get my thoughts together. Everything feels scattered. I notice two women standing next to me. "You have very irritating voices," I say while I rub my eyes. One of them laughs. "You are fine. Luckily, you don't have a concussion. We patched . . . " I zone out while I look around the room. Am I back home? Did I, Kate, die in the story? I cannot believe I am back. I have to say that it's a shitty end for Kate though. Died
I hear footsteps shuffling in the distance. With a lot of determination, I manage to open my eyes. I am in a different room, one that looks like a bedroom. Where am I? I am not going to give myself false hope like the last time. This has to be Jake's room because I don't recognize the room from anywhere else. The footsteps stop in front of the closed door and I notice the shadow beneath the door. I open my mouth to call out but my voice is barely a whisper. My mouth is dry which causes me to burst out into a coughing fit. The door swings open and it is Wes who rushes through the door. I didn't know he was a werewolf. I thought he was one of the normal kids from school. Who is left at that school who is an actual human? "Kate, can you hear me?" he asks as he hands me a glass of water. I nod my head as slowly as possible and he lets out a relieved sigh. "I thought you weren't going to make it." I laugh and scratch my eyebrow. "Have a bit more faith in me. You're not getting rid of m
"I- I don't know . . . Kate," he pauses and for a moment, it looks like he might back away. He closes his eyes with a slow exhale. He opens his eyes again to look into my eyes."Can I hug you?" he whispers. I open my mouth to answer but I snap it close again.He wants to give me a hug? There is a moment of silence and I realize I have to answer. Just before he turns away, I gather all my courage."Yes," I say with a raspy voice. I clear my throat before I answer again. "Yes, I would like that." A wide smile spreads on my face but Jake seems uncertain. I cannot exactly read the emotion in his eyes. He seems mostly confused, but there is a hint of something else as well."Okay," he breathes out and pulls me into a tight embrace. His arms enfold me as my arms wrap around his waist. I let out a small sigh of contentment.It almost feels like the hug is taking away some of my pain. I can stay like this all day. This is the best hug I have ever received. Oh, Emily, you are in a lot of troub
Loud sobs wake me from my sleep. I open my eyes with a struggle, sighing deeply. I look around the dark room and try to remember where I am. Another sob pulls me back to my room, Kate’s room, and I shoot up. The pain in my shoulder serves as a reminder of what happened. The tearing pain causes me to groan. Why did I not die? “No, please.” Jake? I sit on my knees on the bed and search for him between the covers and blankets. My hands touch warmth and I grip his arm. “Jake,” I whisper. He lets out another silent cry, followed by the rapid shaking of his head. I lean over him to reach my nightstand and switch on the small lamp. When I sit back, I notice Jake’s tear-stained cheeks. Was he crying? He shakes his head again. He is having a nightmare. “Jake, wake up,” I say, louder this time while tapping his arm. It looks like he is captured inside the nightmare, unable to escape. I tap his chest while calling his name, hoping he would wake up. His hand shoots out to grab my arm and he
The alarm rings through my room and I pull the blanket over my head. My shoulder and neck throb, causing me to let out a silent scream. How am I going to get through this day? I stumble out of my bed and yawn loudly. I hear my mother’s voice downstairs and I smile to myself. I have missed her. I am still surprised that I managed to sleep through the whole Sunday. Somewhere last night, I heard my parents coming in. I am still curious about what my dad, well Kate’s dad, does for a living. Inside my walk-in closet, I contemplate what I should wear. The black leather jacket looks appealing, especially with my white jeans and red scarf. Jake would probably not even notice that I am wearing his jacket. I struggle to get my shirt on, but after a few pained groans, I pull my jacket over my shirt. With my trainers in one hand and my phone in the other, I rush down the stairs. I am probably going to be late. “Ah, there she is. We wanted to come say hello last night, but your light was off.
“Shit girl! That sounds intense. I am so glad that I am not you right now. What are you going to do?” Cora asks, wiping the sweat from her forehead with a pink towel. She is out of breath, her blonde locks falling over her face.“That’s why I told you all of this. I need advice,” I say with a hint of frustration. Cora whips her head back and pulls her locks into a high ponytail.“I don’t know. How did you get into this situation? I thought you and Jake were on good terms. You spent the whole weekend with him and now what? You're not gonna talk to him? I feel you are not telling me the whole truth.” I open my mouth but close it again.I only told her about the fair we went to and that Allison and I had a fight. And that Jake spent the night at my house, so the comment of not wanting to face Jake does seem odd.“I- I just don’t what we are at this stage. He might be afraid of commitment,” I say with defeat, taking Cora’s bag that she holds out for me. I sigh loudly. Do I even want to co
I push the broccoli around on my plate, thoughts racing through my head. I swallow the sigh that wants to escape. I am still trying to process what happened with Jake. The one moment, he spends the night, and then, he tells me to stay away. And the worst of it all is the fact that he was not at school on Tuesday or today (Wednesday, I know. I woke up today and the author informed me it would take too much writing time). None of the werewolves were at school. Not even Allison. Where are they?“Catherine, dear. Are you all right? You are not eating,” my mum says with concern. I look at her and force a smile.“I am just tired,” I lie, and she reaches her hand over the table to me. I take her hand and she squeezes my hand. My dad places his knife and fork on his plate. Oliver has a big assignment and he was with Bianca the whole weekend, so he has to catch up.“Thank you love. It was delicious,” my dad says as he stands up. He gives my mum a kiss on top of her head. He then proceeds to ta