All Chapters of Exchange Help with Mr. Wolf: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

I started on myself in the mirror, I forgot how much I skipped meals to be able to lose weight like this, my uniform was terrible, I wore a tight-fitting skirt and I have to tuck in my black blouse with yellow lining because that’s the requirement. I don’t have a choice but to follow if I wanted a job that can’t recognize me because people couldn’t care less about who their waitresses were, then I have no choice but to accept the farthest job from town possible. “I would’ve let you borrow my make-ups if you and your friend didn’t make me cry the other night.” Andrea sauntered toward me with her arms crossed and looking glumly at me as always. I straightened my skirt with my palms, still my eyes on the mirror, inspecting and criticizing every inch of my uniform. It's fortunate for Andrea that hers was just black pants and a checkered blouse with puff sleeves, she’s working at a carnival, I should've applied there first before her. But just like she said, I made her cry the other nig

“You two seem close.” I hugged myself and sniffed hard, I have a runny nose and I keep on sneezing, so I have to close the balcony and have a hard time locating tissue paper in the living room. Andrea was laying on the sofa with her pajamas and a banana. "Who, we?” I sank onto the one-sitter sofa and glumly stared at her, I know she knew who I’m talking about. “Tyler and I just met, I don’t think we can be that close.” Andrea peeled the banana and took a slow painful bite while looking at me as if implying what she said was the opposite. “Tyler’s so kind, he showed me his wolf form and it added more to his coolness.” I remember hiding a tissue roll below the coffee table, but I couldn’t get myself to have it because I was too stunned by what she said. What? It took me months before I saw his bestial form, then I found out that the moment they first met, he transformed. why did he show it so quickly on Andrea?Andrea jumped and sit on the sofa, obvious that she was enjoying more

I step back and the crackle and crunch of the dry grass was the only sound I heard aside from the buzz of moths around in the night. “Harriet, you’re hurting me.” I close my eyes and his words whispered in my ears, each pack stabbed into my chest. “I haven’t done anything,” I mumbled, taking the courage to stare back at him coldly, the corners of my eyes crinkled and I gripped the tray tightly. “That’s the point, you haven’t done anything but you’re already hurting me, what if you've done things already? Do you know how much pain that causes?” he retorted, his eyes fuming and I don’t know what to say back. I fought back my tears as my shoulders tensed and I have to purse my lips to stop myself from bawling, this was why I hate being attached to people, I don’t like them getting angry at me because I would break down easily, and I would get scared, and run.. or hide… or avoid them like they have infected by a plague or something. But should I be feeling like this? Should I let my

At work, I saw Arnold in a different light. He doesn’t know Ira talked to me and told me his secret, now I know why he came running to the woods that night, it wasn’t to find me, it was to run away from the responsibility. If only glare could burn, he would be turning to ash right now. “Why are you looking at him like he took something precious to you?” I almost jump and let the stick of the mop I’m holding hit the floor when Uncle George suddenly showed up behind me. “Why are you here, Uncle George?” Uncle George was just the same height as me, he has black hair and round eyes that weren’t big but also not small, his charming smile makes the ladies in this town go back to his restaurant. I also thought he put lip gloss from time to time and that’s cool, he made it so the ladies won’t be dismayed when they saw him get out of the kitchen and go to their tables to ask them for some feedback. “Why? Am I not allowed to walk around and just stayed in the kitchen? But this is my restau

After we ate dinner, I was left alone in the living room, Andrea had her shift on the carnival, while I snuggled up in the L-shape grey sofa. I have a crocheted maroon blanket that Tiffany gave me and my focus was on the television, watching advertisements as they passed by. “Harriet, aren’t you sleepy?” Tyler was starting to irk me again when he sat on the single sofa holding a glass of red wine and crossing his legs. I made my head rest on my arms as I was laying on my side, I didn’t answer him because he already knew the answer to his question. I heard the faucet close and the trash can open so Tiffany must be already done with the dishes. “Are you going to forever ignore me?” Blake showed up and I automatically sat up and motioned him to sit beside me. I snuggled at him the moment he sat, he has the body of a woman, of course, her muscles were there, especially on the biceps but her chest was so fluffy and his abs don’t hurt too, they were visible but he was so white that it d