Losing your soulmate to a herd of bloodthirsty chipmunks is never a good way to start your day. Not learning his name before his untimely decapitation? That's even worse.
Wattpad-obsessed Sophie has never been in love. When a handsome new student pr...
Sophie would later put the moments together like a story in her mind. First this happened, then that, and around the time that the first event was ending, the third event was starting. In reality, it was all a messy blur.
The tires squealed against the pavement.
The chipmunk made a shrill chattering noise.
The engine roared.
And then, with a dull crunching noise, they collided like a tennis racket and a ball. A bowling ball because, as cool as it would've been to bat the chipmunk across the courtyard, it was the size of an elephant and weighed about as much.
The car shuddered to a stop.
"Did we get it?" Sophie asked.
Cora stared blankly at the steering wheel. Her face was white as a ghost. She nodded slowly. "...I think so."
The chipmunk had crumpled to the ground. Its body was limp, its paws frozen in an outstretched position like it was waving goodbye. It was almost cute when it wasn't trying to kill them.
Now that the danger was over, Sophie couldn't help but feel...exhilarated. She'd defeated a chipmunk bigger than her car! Well, she'd sat in the passenger seat and directed encouraging thoughts towards Cora, but that was still more exciting than most of what she'd accomplished in her seventeen years of life.
Cora was still staring at the steering wheel. "I think I—I need a minute," she said.
"Alright!" Sophie hopped out of the car. She couldn't wait to rub it into Eric's face that she'd saved his life. Come to think of it, Eric wouldn't make a bad Wattpad love interest. He had the enemies-to-lovers thing going for him, he was semi-famous (even if it was for playing a bratty teenager on a show called The Return of the Teenage Sex God), and he was a football player. Sophie had never really understood the obsession with football players, but maybe she could get into it. Plus, he'd given her a bad nickname—or maybe he'd never learned her name in the first place—which had to be a sign of affection.
Maybe Nathan-Nate-Matt was just a fling.
Maybe she wasn't doomed to be alone forever.
Maybe her epic love story was with Eric.
She reached his crumpled body, knelt beside him, and said, in her most seductive voice, "Hey. Eric. We saved your life."
He didn't respond.
Sophie frowned. She tapped his shoulder. Then, when that didn't cause a response, she pressed two fingers against his wrist.
No pulse.
"Damn it!" she said. "Fucking chipmunks!"
The car door slammed open. Cora stumbled out, doubled over, vomited, then ran to Sophie's side. "Are you... Are you okay?" she murmured, a hand still covering her mouth. "I heard yelling."
"I'm fine, are you—Maybe you should sit down? Oh, and Eric's dead."
"Are you sure? Let me... I'll check his pulse." Cora slumped to the ground. Leaning her forehead against her palm, she pressed two fingers to Eric's wrist.
Sophie waited. She felt a sudden surge of hope. Maybe her love life wasn't doomed after all.
"Nope. He's dead," Cora said. "We should get moving."
"Right, yeah." Sophie looked back at Eric's body. He didn't look dead. There was a bit of blood on his forehead and he wasn't breathing, but his body was unscathed and he still held a yardstick in his right hand.
Sophie looked away.
A hard snapping noise broke the silence.
The chipmunk's skin bubbled, its eyes rolled back into its head, and its body collapsed inwards like a popped balloon. Where the chipmunk used to be was a young man, about their age, with a gaping wound across his chest. His left arm was crooked, broken maybe, and he glared up at them with clear blue eyes.
"I...need...acorns," he said. His eyelids fluttered, then slid shut. His head slumped onto the ground.
"Please tell me this is all an extended nightmare," Cora groaned. There was a touch of color in her cheeks—the palest of pinks—and she wiped any remaining vomit from her mouth with Eric's sleeve. At Sophie's expression, she shrugged. "He doesn't care."
"You know, maybe...this is a good thing." The pieces were coming together as she spoke. Sophie looked back at the boy lying in the middle of the road. He had piercing blue eyes, hair that was an admittedly-not-very-exciting shade of brown, and arms that made Sophie wonder if he dabbled in bodybuilding when he wasn't biting off people's heads. In other words, he looked like he'd stepped out of a Wattpad novel.
"Is it though? Really?" Cora glared at the unconscious boy. "I feel like I've seen a lot of people die lately."
"Yeah, but..." That was actually a good point. Sophie frowned, suddenly much less enthusiastic about her new theory. "Okay, fine. This is bad. But werewolves are real! How cool is that? This guy must be some kind of alternate werewolf."
Cora raised an eyebrow. "...a werechipmunk? Is that even a thing?"
"It is now. And...." Sophie paused for dramatic effect. "...He's totally my second-chance mate."
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Question! Should Wattpad replace the werewolf genre with a section devoted to werechipmunks?
