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
A shaking feeling wakes me from my sleep and I groan in protest. I turn on my side and let out a sigh. Another shake. I groan as I sit up.“What?” I ask, barely able to open my eyes.“You fell asleep on my couch,” a familiar voice whispers and my eyes shoot open. Jake is crouched next to the couch. I look around at realize that I fell asleep at Jake’s.“Shit,” I say and jump from the couch, rushing to gather all my stuff. “I am so, so sorry. I wanted to just finish and then go home. I must have sat for a minute- wait.” I stop and turn to look at Jake who is still crouching next to the couch. A pain shoots through my head. Too much is happening. He is back?“Are you okay?” he asks, standing up.“What time is it?” I ask and he shrugs. I search for my phone and realize it is still on the couch. I rush over to the couch and grab my phone. 06:42. “Bloody hell.” I rub my face before I turn to face Jake.“Could you please take this to school today? Just sign your name at the end, here,” I sa
Cora and I are outside Grayson’s house, dancing to “Dog Days Are Over” by someone. I completely forgot about this song, but it has such a nice vibe. We were the first to arrive, but everyone else followed quite quickly.I laugh as Cora sings along, but she is getting the words wrong. We are both hammered.“You guys want another one?” Grayson asks me and Cora. She nods and I think for a moment. I do not want a hangover tomorrow, but I also do not want to be sober tonight. I nod quickly before joining Cora with the dance we have practiced. She smiles at me and I sway my hips to the beat.Grayson hands us both a cup with alcohol in it. I think it is Vodka since it burns going down. I shake my head, scrunching my nose up. Ugh, it tastes bitter. Cora pulls the same face.Grayson and some of the jocks are dancing with us outside since the DJ is stationed outside. It is a bold move on Grayson’s part to have speakers inside and outside of the house. I will run from the police if they show up.
Jake’s POV: I let out a tired sigh, leaning my forehead against my cabin’s doors. I am exhausted. This mission has been a failure and we basically wasted our 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? I inhale deeply, a familiar scent filling my senses. What is she doing here? I enter and see her lying on my couch, fast asleep. What the? As I make my over to her, I notice the painting on the counter. Oh no, I completely forgot about that. 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 have stayed up all night to finish it. I need to wake h
I trail behind the small group, heading to Grayson’s party. I honestly do not know how Wes managed to convince me to go. 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. He is going to get the police involved. How can music be this loud? Allison is the first to rush through the small gate on Grayson’s law, but she bumps into Grayson and he spills some, what I can only assume is alcohol, on her dress. Tyler reacts and I let out a loud sigh. Just because it is mating season and these two are beyond horny, does not mean Tyler can fight every male he sees. I push to the front of the crowd, but someone else beat me. “Enough. Honestly, you always have to ruin parties. What is wrong with you?” I see Kate scolding Tyler.
It looks like she wants to cry. She rolls her eyes and turns to the front, ignoring my calls. I run up to her and grab her arm.“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. She removes her arm from my hand. “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,” she mumbles, shaking her head. She continues to walk, but I step in front of her. She huffs out a breath and throws her head back.“Let me at least walk you back home,” I offer. Her head stays back and it looks like she is talking to the sky. She drops her head to look at me.“No, I can make it to my own house. I do not need your help. Stop being nice to me,” she mutters the last pa