Property Of Xander King [BXB]

Chapter Twenty-Three | Rosaline and Jeremy

Chapter Twenty-Three | Rosaline and Jeremy

                The shock eventually wears off. My arms wrap around his back as I awkwardly pat his back, unsure of how to take their appearance at the pack house.

"Can you be anymore of a shitty hugger?" Jeremy teased lightly, backing away to look at me.

"You know that I'm not a hugger." I mumble, slowly looking down at the black luggage beside him. I quickly look back up at him. "What are you? I mean how are you...?"

"How are we here?" Rosaline strides over to Jeremey, placing her chin on his shoulder as she smiles at me. "Well, we wanted to visit you so we flew in from Cali."

"If I knew that we were going to have strangers coming over, I would've stayed out." Gnashton said to himself.

It was clear that he wanted both Rosaline and Jeremey to hear him given the fact that it wasn't even a whisper as he stood by the bottom of the spiraling staircase, leaning his body against the railing with his eyes taking in Rosaline and Jeremy with disdain. He hated everyone but this was fast, even for him.

I can't pay too much attention to the insufferable man who I still wanted to deck across the face as my classmates and closest friends from Cambridge stand in front of me, clearly happy to see me and yet here I was with shock and uncertainty clear as day on my face.

It's not that I'm not happy to see them, it's just that it's been so long so seeing them here felt weird. It felt even weirder to have my world in Cali mixing with my world here, it felt like two universes that didn't know of each other's existence were colliding together. I just didn't know if the aftermath of the collision would result in a sprinkles and sunshine or if it would end with fire and explosions.

Considering the fact that Rosaline and Jeremy are fucking human it didn't seem to me like this would end very well. The two of them don't know that I'm a wolf, it's not like I could randomly bring that kind of shit up in conversation. What would I have even said? 'Hey guys, the mailman just dropped off the mail and oh yeah, I'm also a werewolf but don't worry I won't hurt you.'

For one, they'd laugh their assess off and wouldn't believe me for even a second. Second, Jeremy would've conjured up the sudden confession to me watching too much Twilight with Rosaline — the movies are complete shit and very unrealistic by the way. And third, I couldn't tell them something like that anyway.

We don't and we can't just go around announcing to every human that we're werewolves, they'd probably call government officials to take us in and experiment on our DNA or some shit like that. Sounded unrealistic but I wouldn't doubt it. The government is sketchy as hell.

Speaking of government, Rosaline's father works for the damn CIA so yeah, definitely can't tell her shit. I'm more afraid that they'd find out that this entire building is crawling with supernatural beings that they'd only hear about in books and movies than anything else. That overwhelmed my mind so it's hard to be happy that they're here right now.

"Is he always like that?" Rosaline asked, referring to Gnashton.

The same Gnashton who has his arms crossed and gives me a look that tells me that they cannot be here, that he doesn't even want them here. I replied to his look with one of my own that read, 'no shit.' Looking back at the two in front of me, I take Jeremy's luggage from him and he allows me to.