Dani Parthenopaeus

Chapter 7

"Hey girl, what's your name," some random boy asked before I could say hi to Bubba.

I started to respond, but thought better of it. Never have I ever liked being called girl like that. It always seemed like someone tried to assert their dominance over you with that. Instead I kept my path over to bubba not even glancing his way.

"Hey, Bubbles," I said to him in the back, putting away some boxes. There was no sign of Nick here, at least not yet.

"Oh hey-," his words were cut off short when the boy walked over to me interrupting him.

Oh you arrogant piece of....

"I asked what your name was," he said leaning on the counter to look at me.

He was muscular for a guy my age, with dark hair and eyes, standing about an inch over Nick. He was wearing a letterman jacket with a navy blue tee under it and dark jeans.

"I'm not deaf, boy. I heard. Just didn't give it to you, but you knew that right," I said sliding away from him.

Ugh he even smelled like dog.

He could really use a bath at this time. I'm pretty sure he'd be doing everyone a huge favor. Bubba peeked out from the back to watch how everything was playing out.

"Hey where's nick at," I asked Bubba, still looking around and back at the door waiting for him to come in.

"Don't bother with that loser. He's bad news. Plus the kid can't even afford a shirt that's not tacky and stolen off of a dead hobo. Maybe if his mom didn't whore ar-."

Yep that was it. His presence has fully pissed me off in less than two minutes. I snapped once again, turning to look him in the eye. He had a smug look on his face that I wanted to smack clean of his face.

"Look I don't know who the hell you are, but if I ever hear you talk about a God fearing woman like that again you're gonna wish you never even acknowledge me. He's my friend and his mother is the kindest woman I met besides my own. If you have a problem with me hanging out with Nick, too bad. I don't give a damn," I said snapping at him, then turning my gaze back to Bubba. "Where is he?" He pointed upstairs. I gave him a friendly smile, said "thank you," and left. This short temper of mine is getting a full work out.

Nick and Caleb were sitting on the couch drinking some soda, watching Modern Family.
In a way I knew they heard everything that went on downstairs. Even though he didn't show it I knew Nick was mad. And if it wasn't for Caleb who probably held him back he would've came down slugging at the boy.

Nick was wearing a tacky Hawaiian shirt and ripped jeans today. But something told me he had enough money to buy nice clothes, he just didn't want to or care. Caleb on the other hand was wearing a black shirt and dark jeans. And here I was in my ninja turtles shirt that hugged me tightly, but what still somewhat loose.

"So who was the dog downstairs," I said going over to sit on the armrest of the couch.

"Stone Blakemore," Nick growled between his teeth.

Caleb sat there laughing quietly, but not from the tv.

"What," I asked frowning at him.

He looked up still chuckling while Nick balled his hands into fists. Probably still trying to control himself not to go downstairs.

"You already know and that's what funny. You called us demons the other day. We are. I bet you thought Stone smelled like dog too."

I stepped back from him cause he was starting to wig me out. "So you're telling me he's a dog or wolf or something." They nodded. "Damn. I should've shocked him." Their faces went still at that. "Long story."