Ain't no damn wolf

Chapter 9

Ashley's POV
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'I did warn you to buckle up Peter.' I glanced at him through the mirror and laughed.

His face was pale and a sickly green. Wow, who knew werewolves could get carsick too.

'Remind me never to let her drive again....' He gasped out and dramatically let his hand dropped to the side, 'Tell.. My parents I *cough* love them ... Goodbye...'

We both laughed at his dramatic actions, 'Oh don't be such a baby Peter. It's just a few bumps and stuff.'

Peter groaned as I swerved another turn, 'You call these a few bumps? I feel like I'm on the verge of death with you two driving. Oh god Ashley! You're going too fast, slow down!!'

I must say, we got a lot of stares on the way to the mall and I heard a group of guys in a passing car cheer and wink at us. That's just no.

Once we've reached our destination, I had to say bye to my baby.

'Don't worry, I'll be back for you.' I faked a tear and sniffed.

The only one who didn't feel my sorrow was Peter as he dragged us away from the car, I caught a few words from him along the lines of "never again", "puke" and "hell no". Oh how I laugh at other's pain.

'Starbucks!!' Sam screamed and ran into the shop with her arms wide open.

'She really likes Starbucks huh?' Peter smirked and held the door open for me, gentlemen much?

'Trust me, she would marry it if she could. That girl is obsessed with Starbucks. Basic much?'

We got a table near the window and got out orders ready. This one waiter was winking at us every 5 seconds, like dude. I think you should get your eyes checked.

'Oh god I love Starbucks' Sam was busy sipping away on caramel frappuccino blended coffee. I had ordered my all time favorite dark mocha blended coffee. Sam nęarly choked on her drink when Peter said he has never tried Starbucks before and promptly showered him with her mountain of useless knowledge on Starbucks and their drinks.

In the end, we picked for him their signature hot chocolate with sea salt caramel and hazelnut.

A/N: I don't know if Starbucks has that but let's just pretend they do. And if they have yet to get that up, they really should start selling hot chocolate with sea salt caramel. That thing is like the heavens itself.

'Meh... It isn't all that good' He licked the cream around his lips.

'Moron, that's because you're mixing it wrong.' I put my drink down and added in the hazelnut and sea salt, give it a good stir and raised an eyebrow to him, 'Now try it.'

He chuckled and shook his head but drank as ordered to anyway.

'Holy shit..' He pulled away from the cup and stared at it like it was ancient treasure, 'I think I just saw heaven.' Sam gave me a high five, 'Welcome to the dark side my friend'

'I could live on this forever holy crap..'

We were chatting away and drinking our coffee and hot chocolate when I suddenly felt really uncomfortable. You know the feeling you get when someone is staring at you? Yea, for about 5 minutes already, I keep getting that eerie feeling.

Finally I couldn't take it anymore and turned around.

Spot on.

There was a guy sitting across the room staring at us. At me to be precise. Now I'm used to stares because of my unusual aura and looks but this was different. Something about him just didn't feel right. For one, come on. Who wears their hood up in a place like this?