Property Of Daddy

Nighttime Call

3:21 AM.

Ugh, this is so stupid! Gritting my teeth, I shoved the pillow over my head in a last ditch effort to get some shut eye. I was supposed to leave the house for school at seven thirty in the morning, but I couldn't fall asleep. My heart was still beating loudly in my chest (I could feel the vibrations all the way in my throat) and my legs spasmed as the small muscles in them refused to calm down. Adrenaline seeped through my veins, preventing me from managing to keep my eyes closed for three straight minutes.

This Mating Gene is some bullshit!

I'd spoken to Caleb on the phone earlier in the day and he'd actually had the balls to ask for my address! My address! Granted, it was a pretty clever ruse disguised as a potential birthday gift but still. Dad had warned me my entire life, not just today, that werewolves are not to be trusted. He'd claimed that they possess canine brains which prohibit them from making thought-out and rational decisions.

After a bit of deep thinking, I figured that the best course of action was to carry on with my life like normal while I try to piece together a solution to get myself out of this predicament. Ideas flew through my worried brain at a million miles an hour, my head refusing to relax for a brief second. I'd attempted to watch some anime on my Mac, but I hadn't even been able to concentrate for a split second, resulting in me just turning the machine off and flopping down into bed.

The moonlight filtered in through the window, casting a faint silver illumination across my large bedroom. My flat screen TV that was mounted on the far wall was on, but I had the volume muted and just allowed the colorful shapes of whatever show was playing to dance across the seventy inch screen.

I have no clue exactly how I'm going to survive this situation that life has thrusted towards me. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't come up with a legit plan that just shouted out, "Success!" I don't run fast. I have a travel ban placed on me by the U.S. Government because evidently I'm a flight risk all because my family is loaded- ugh, seriously, people just like to judge me because I'm well off. They have no idea how hard it can be sometimes for me.

"Dammit," I hissed in my dark bedroom, grasping at my short hair in frustration. This was too much and there didn't seem to be any rainbow at the end of my tunnel at all... no, it was just a creepywerewolf. That sucks.

Buzz! Buzz!

Hmm?

I lifted my heavy head up from my soft, Tempur-Pedic pillow to see what the buzzing noise was in my room. On my nightstand next to my bed, I could see my iPhone's screen light up, an unknown +409 number brightly displayed. Sigh, I know who it is. It hasn't even been that long.

The last time I'd spoken to Caleb was when I'd hung up on him because he'd asked me for my address. Before that, he'd suggested that I call him every morning and night along with some other instances involved, but I couldn't remember all the little tidbits, just the main ones. Anyways, because I hadn't wanted to, I hadn't called Caleb when I went to bed.

So, sue me.

l ignored his phone call, not in the mood to hear his cornfed accent or his weird happy-go-lucky attitude. There's only so much that I can put up with at once, and a werewolf would definitely push me over the edge into insanity. Then I'd have to be committed and be without my dad and TV. There's no way I want either of those to go away forever.

Buzz! Buzz!

Seriously?! I groaned out loud as soon as Caleb tried to call me again- he apparently had no clue that regular people were asleep at three in morning... although I was wide awake. Whatever; had I actually been asleep, then I would've chewed his ass out.