Sh'lera 2: Revenge of the Rejected

51: Cereal

Lydia's POV

You know when you're at a party and there's always that one crazy ass girl dancing on the tables, swinging from the ceilings, and giving belly shots and whooping everyone in beer pong. When I stepped inside this party I wasn't that girl.

I was more of the girl who's so awkward it hurts, like the girl if you let go of her hand she'll slip away and being as short as I am it happened a few times and Mason had to keep me close. And then we just stood next to each other by the door away from the crowd.

"I didn't come here to just sit here Mason," I said crossing my arms, "I tried to warn you," I glared at Mason but saw that innocent and broke into a smirk.

"Mason have I ever warned you about my impulsive ways?" I asked eyeing something interesting,

"No," I turned towards him with a wicked smile showing off my teeth and walking past him down the stairs. I walked through the light crowd at the table and grabbed a paint brush and put it between my teeth.

I un-zipped my jacket, revealing a hot pink bikini top. "Paint me," I suggested Mason walked towards me and leaned in kissing my lips and skillfully removing the paint brush from my teeth.

As he started to paint I whispered in Mason's ear, "I'm a tortured soul who can't be saved, you can't save me Mason. So don't try."

When I pulled away he gave me a confused look, and I back up into the crowd. I didn't hold his hand or anything I was simply letting my guards down, letting myself drown in my sinful ways. Someone's hand went around my waist and I twirled around the guy before kissing him passionately.

And that got the attention of many men, and soon I found myself seeing lights and stars I was so high. It was safe to say that the fog machine going around wasn't smoke but weed. Great,

Then it all came to a halt when the guy I was dancing battling with was pushed to the side, I saw a very pissed off Mason. "I knew you were screwed up, but not this screwed up." Mason growled,

I wasn't tripping, "My heart is hardened, my spirit broken, my body torn." I began to walk away when Mason pulled me back. I glared at him, "You're not even making sense, and we have to go." I pull away.

"No I'm not going anywhere," I saw his eyes flicker he was trying to keep down his wolf. How cute was this guy, but I wasn't attracted to cute I was attracted to twisted. "You make me so mad I just wanna shoot off your balls run over them and light it on fire!"

His eyes got huge and he let me go, I slipped away and into the crowd to enjoy the rest of my fun. Some more of time passed and I was sobering up quite nicely and I was getting bored. I guess my age was finally coming around.

"I've never been talked back too before and a human never the less. But you Lydia Brooks are not like others."

"And you're just finding that out? You're really slow for a werewolf," I slurred waving my hand in his face walking backwards, not caring if I was going to run into something or someone.

"It was something about your tone that was so...just so hot." I blinked a couple times.

"You know with all the men I've slept with, and believe me I've been with so many men. And never had I gotten a reaction like that. It might be because you're a werewolf and-"

"Lydia shut up," he stared placing his arms on my waist, pushing me back slightly. "Put your hands somewhere useful," I smirked,

"I'm going to do you, and do you hard Lydia Brooks. You are mine," With that I closed the door to the old fashioned elevators back in the day,