I glance back at the house where the music blasts through the open door and windows. I can't believe that Max is such a pervert. The party has not even been going on for more than two hours. What is he on? Just because we are dating, does not mean that he can just do what he wants. Consent babes, consent."Team" by Iggy Azalea plays and I hum while tapping my foot on the driveway to the beat. I remember how all the girls thought they were the shit when this song came out. And not just the girls, the lads too. They would play this song whenever they got the chance. It was one of those songs that made you feel insanely cool. I mean, I'm feeling chuffed right now as it plays. I take the last sip of the gin and stand up. If I want to make the best of tonight, I should get back in there. I'll just try to avoid Max. Plus, it is so crowded in there it won't be a problem. I slowly dance my way back to the house and force my way through the door. I didn't think that so many people would show
"Why the fuck would you do that?" I ask with frustration, the music still booming in the background. This was not in the original story. I pace back and forth in front of Max.Max and Kate stayed together for the whole story, or at least until where I read. I stop right in front of Max with my arms crossed across my chest. He leans back in the leather seat."You didn't want to do anything," Max mutters, struggling to talk properly. I laugh in disbelief and walk closer to him. I'm towering over him, my nails digging into my arms. I can't believe the nerve of this twat. "You drugged my friend, forcing her to the bedroom because-" I stop to take a deep breath. I cannot even begin to process his thought process. "Because I didn't want to "satisfy your needs". So you force yourself on an innocent girl, Allison, because what? No one will believe her? She is an easy target? You are a fucking horrible person. I hope you burn in hell." I unfold my arms and give a step back. I don't want to be
A sharp noise rings in my ears and I shoot up. What time is it? I feel around on the bed for my phone and see that it is my mother calling. Why would she call at this hour? It is half past four. She might be testing to see whether I answer or not. If I answer, it will look suspicious and she can use it as proof that we were partying. But it could also be an emergency. Her number appears as a missed call and I open my messages.We are coming home earlier. We will be there around 10:00. Hope you behaved yourselves.Shit, we still have to clean up. I kick my shoes off and throw my hair into a loose bun. I can recall that Kate and Oliver were caught by their parents because they didn't clean the mess they made. I do not want to spend the rest of my time here grounded.I tiptoe past my room toward Oliver’s room and knock on his door. There is complete silence.I knock again, but the lights are off and the door is locked. I am going to kill him. With a defeated sigh I make my way down the
I try to open the front door of Ally's house, but something is blocking it from opening all the way. I use my butt to push the door open slightly. With a struggle, I manage to squeeze through the small opening with Ally in my arms. Jake offered to carry Ally to her room, but I know she would not feel comfortable with that. I glance over my shoulder to the car where Jake is waiting for me.I close the door using the same motion as before and see what was blocking the door. Ally's mother is passed out on the floor in front of the door. Looks like she also had a fun evening.I walk with Ally to her room and I place her on the small bed. She groans again and rolls over, almost falling off her bed. I catch her and put her in the middle of the bed. I pull a blanket over her before slowly heading back.As I step out of her room, I notice for the first time the condition of this house. Wine bottles and beer cans are spread out on the floor. The couch is occupied with even more bottles. How do
Let me tell you, I didn't even stress like this when I had to write the entrance exam. I have been thinking about this since Sunday and now that I'm here, I am freaking out and there is nothing that I can do.I glance at the door from my seat in Art class. Jake hasn't arrived yet and I'm a complete mess. I need to return his jacket without making it awkward, but it might not go as planned. I clutch my stomach and rest my forehead on the table, forcing myself to take deep breaths. Why am I feeling so anxious about this? It is nothing important to worry about. The image of him flinching away has been on replay in my head since it happened. I still feel stupid. Ugh. I tap my forehead against the table with a soft sigh."Are you okay?" I whip my head up when I recognize the voice. Jake sits next to me and stares at me in concern. I force a smile and nod."Yeah, I'm fine," I lie and try to control my breathing. He lifts a brow and his eyes travel to my arms, which are still clutching my st
I groan with a mouthful of food. I ignore him when he appears next to Ally."Sup?" He falls next to her and puts his plate on the grass in front of him. So he is sitting with us now? Great, there goes my peace and serenity. This, this right here, is my thirteenth reason. I continue eating my sandwich and keeping my eyes glued to the grass. I do not want to look at him. More footsteps approach us and Jake sits down next to Tyler."Hey," he greets us and digs into his food. He appears to have recovered from whatever happened in Art. I click my tongue when I realize that I don't have my bag with me. I will give him his paper later.Ally looks like she is about to explode with excitement. I sigh and cross my legs, placing my arm on my leg and resting my head on my hand. Before I can take another bite, Oliver's voice blares through the air. I snap my head in his direction and see Cora walking next to him. Fuck me! They also walk toward us and Oliver sits next to me. Cora pats the grass, fee
I lean against my locker with my arms crossed, watching the other students rushing to the information board in the main hall. A large group has bundled together in front of the board and the atmosphere is tense. I inhale shakily to get my nerves under control.The school announced that the lists of names who made the team will be placed on the board. Everyone is dying to see whether they made the football, cheerleading, or volleyball team. I have to admit that I am stressed out about this and I am quite sure I made the team.The cheering of some students gets my attention and I smile at their enthusiasm. We are not a lot of students in this school, so the odds are in your favor to make some team. I am waiting for the crowd to disappear before taking a look. I shift my weight from one foot to the other and uncross my arms."Yes, I knew it! I don't know why I even worried about it." I hear Greyson say with relief. He starts a chant and the other jocks join in as they head out of the buil
I look at my watch with a frustrated sigh. My leg bounces in anticipation while I glance around, waiting for Ally. Where is she? She should hurry up, otherwise, we are going to be late. I stand up from the sidewalk near her house and pace in front of her house. I pull out my phone to check whether she has sent a message. Nothing.The front door opens and I smile, but it falters when I see Ally's mom. She looks quite terrible, no offense. Where is Ally? Did something happen to her? I walk closer to the woman with furrowed brows."You here for Ally?" The woman sounds like she has just woken up. I nod my head and she walks to me with a slight limp. When she stops in front of me, I smell the alcohol on her and I have to prevent myself from scrunching my nose in disgust. She pulls me in for a hug. I don't want to be impolite so I put my hands on her back, tapping softly."She left with a guy earlier this morning," she says after she lets me out of her grip. I bite my lip and take a look
It looks like she’s on the verge of tears though. She rolls her eyes, turning away from me and ignoring my calls. Her retreating figure stirs a sharp pang of worry in my chest. I jog up to her, catching her arm gently“Kate, what is wrong?” I ask while turning her to look at me. She stops and looks me up and down, letting out a sigh. She rubs her face, smearing her make-up. Not again. I cannot laugh at her, not now.“Nothing,” she says, but I know she is lying. I tilt my head, unwilling to let it slide. She shrugs off my hand, her movements stiff. “Really, nothing. I am drunk beyond comprehension and I am tired, so please leave.” She looks into my eyes, tilting her head with a soft smile. “I am going to say stuff I should not say.”The vulnerability in her mumble makes me pause, but she shakes her head and starts walking again.I dart in front of her, blocking her path. She huffs loudly, throwing her head back in frustration.“Let me at least walk you back home,” I offer. Her head stay
“It has been so long since I last saw you. Look at you! You are all grown up,” she says with a warm smile and I smile back at her.“What are you doing here?” I ask and hold my arms out for a hug. She tightly embraces me. I have not seen her since . . . Since I was 14 and in my hometown. A wave of nostalgia washes over me as I pull back.What is she doing here?“I was invited by Olivia,” she says, pointing to where Olivia is talking to some of the girls.“Oh, she said she invited girls from the nearby high school. I did not know you attended here. I thought you were still back in Prichard.” She laughs while shaking her head.“I moved here last year. My dad wanted a fresh start—away from everything that happened.” Her smile wavers briefly before brightening again. “I’m so happy to see you. I’ve always wondered what happened to you.” I smile and she pulls me into another hug. She lets go and gestures to the house. “I’m going to get something to drink. You want something?”“No thanks. I’
I trail behind the group heading toward Grayson’s party, already questioning how Wes managed to talk me into this. And then he chickened out because he remembered he had to study for a test.I pull a hand through my hair. I guess Tyler and Allison might need a designated driver back home or a designated walker. Those two are driving me insane.We reach the street of Grayson’s home and the music is booming through the neighborhood. It’s a miracle the neighbors haven’t called the cops yet. How is it even possible to blast music at this volume?Allison is the first to rush through the small gate on Grayson’s law, but she bumps into Grayson. He’s holding a cup of what I can only assume is alcohol, and it spills all over her dress.Predictably, Tyler reacts before anyone else can.I let out a loud sigh. Just because it is mating season and these two are beyond horny, doesn’t mean Tyler needs to fight every guy who so much as breathes near Allison. Before I can intervene, someone beats me
Jake’s POV:I let out a tired sigh, leaning my forehead against my cabin’s doors. Exhaustion pulls at every inch of me. This mission was a disaster. A complete waste of time. The hunters were not where Tyler’s source claimed. I should have known that it would not be that easy. We have been looking for them for over three years. They would never just show up somewhere random.I go to unlock my door, but it is already unlocked. I could have sworn I locked it. Did someone break in? A faint, familiar scent wafts through the air as I inhale deeply. My body tenses. What is she doing here?I enter and see her lying on my couch, fast asleep. What the? As I make my way over to her, I notice the painting on the counter. Oh no. The project. I had completely forgotten.A soft snore escapes her mouth and I chuckle softly. She must have fallen asleep here. I crouch down next to the couch, my eyes glued to her. She looks as tired as I feel. I glance over my shoulder at the drawing. She must ha
Cora plunges down next to me with a laugh. I turn my head to her, still chewing on the roll-up. She waves to someone before she returns to me. She lets out a quiet shriek.“What happened with you?” I frown. “Your hair?” She gestures to my hair and my hand shoots to my hair. I flatten my hair, but she stops me. “Let me.” She gestures for me to turn around and I feel her pulling my hair into a braid.“I had to do an all-nighter for that stupid assignment,” I say when she finishes with my hair. She giggles and shakes her head.“That bad?” I nod, taking another bite. “Well, I hope you have enough energy for the party tonight. I do not want you to bring my energy down,” she says before she takes a sip of water. I raise my brows at her and she lets out a loud gasp. “You forgot? Girl, you are such a disappointment. I do not care how tired you are, you are coming. You hear me,” she says with a threatening voice. I laugh loudly at her crazy eyes.“Fine. But I am leaving early,” I say and take a
I thank the author for leaving Jake’s cabin unlocked. I do not believe that it was Jake who left it open, so thank you, author. Jake’s cabin is extremely neat. It looks like Jake packed some things and then left along with the pack. I hope they come back.I throw my stuff on the counter and let out a long sigh. This is going to be a long night. I informed my mother and she sounded excited for me. I did not say that Jake would not be here for this. He will just have to get over it.I sort through the paint before I go to look for the drawing. Where would Jake put it? I move from the kitchen to the living room, but it is not there. Maybe it is in his room. I do not want to snoop around in his room. Unfortunately, I need to do this today.I slowly walk to his room, and the door creaks when I open it. His room is also very tidy and it still smells like him. I inhale deeply before I go to the nightstand next to his bed. The drawers look large enough to contain the A3 paper.I open the fir
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. 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 take my plate along with my mum’s and head to the kitchen.“I have to get going,” I say, standing up. M
“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 are not going to talk to him? I feel like 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 know 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. “Tell him how you fee
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.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 my 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. How was your weekend?” My dad asks, holding his arm out for a