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Ch. 22 This Is Why I Hate You.

It's been about a month, and everything's been pretty dormant. Except for my increasing paranoia and unease, which really irritated me. Actually it made me lay awake at night, and stare at the ceiling, I stayed up later than Dean, so my average time to even begin to think about sleep was about three in the morning, every night. Tonight, as I stared at the ceiling, Dean sleeping peacefully, I sat up. Glancing over, I could see him still sleeping so I stood up, and walked out of the room. I had no idea where I was going but I couldn't just lay there any longer, so I walked out onto the porch. I could see pack members in wolf form patrolling around the house.

I zipped up my grey jacket, and sat on the porch swing. Apparently that creepy girl's name was Luna. As I swung lightly, she walked out onto the porch. Immediately I felt defensive, and as she sat next to me, I discreetly scooted as far away as possible.

"You don't like me." She observed, looking at me easily.

"Don't worry, I hate you too, so it's mutual sort of." She continued, cocking her head in a way that was supposed to be cute but just made me feel like she was just going to stab me right here. "Why do you hate me?" I asked slowly, more trying to distract her. "Glad you asked, you see. You're weak and pathetic, and Dean deserves better." She answered easily, annoyance filled me. Just because I couldn't punch someone so hard their heads did a 360 spin on their necks didn't mean I was weak. "Not only that, but you're annoyingly stubborn, and you've managed to get him to almost commit suicide, you're stupid. The list goes on, he doesn't deserve someone as incompetent as you." She added, I rolled my eyes, "So you think you'd be better?" I asked, she grinned, "You are perceptive, for a human of course." Her smile was like nails on a chalk board, it made me want to cringe. "Sadly he isn't attracted to arrogant, chauvinistic assholes." I apologized, that made her smile falter. My fear always only lasted for a while before it was replaced by anger. f

"You realize I could kill you right here?" She threatened, but at this point I didn't care, not in the least. "Well if Dean's what you want, maybe after you killed me you could dye your hair and just pretend to be me, because you don't stand a chance." I answered, her smile turned into a scowl as her former ease faded. "This is why I hate you, you think you stand a chance among us." She growled, it was my turn to smile. "Sorry, but even a pretty face can't hide your disgusting personality. And you don't attach to someone by judging how pretty they are." She was shaking with anger, probably not a good idea considering shifts were triggered by anger a lot. "You arrogant little slut, you think you even compare to me, I am better, stronger, faster. I hold a higher position, you're just some idiotic rich girl who decided to have sex with the wrong guy." She insulted. I sighed, why did everyone insinuate that I've even had sex? Stereotypes suck.

Apparently she didn't like my sigh because she leaned forward and as I thought she was about to do something, the door opened and every aggressive aspect in her melted away, she just made a dreamy, soft smile and laid gently against the porch swing. This girl was a sociopath.

Dean stepped out on the porch looking disheleved, his brows drawn slightly. Luna looked up at him eagerly, obviously expecting him to talk to her, but his gaze just glided over her and found mine. "Sandra? What are you doing out here?" His voice was tired, usually he would've given Luna at least a smile of courtesy, but he just ignored her completely. "Couldn't sleep." I answered easily. Dean sighed, "You are such a dork sometimes. Get over here, you scared me, I thought you disappeared." He complained, "Sorry." I responded.

As I stood up, Luna was scowling slightly. Obviously her cutesy act worked on everyone but Dean and I. When I walked over, he wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me in and kissing my forehead. "Kitten." He whispered playfully. "It's too late at night for you to be flirty." I complained, Dean grinned. "It's never to late at night for me to flirt with the girl I love." He responded, I almost felt bad for Luna at this point. "Let's head in." He added, not waiting for my response. We started to walk in. "Goodnight Dean." Luna called, her voice cheery and lovable. "Goodnight, um, Lucy." He responded, I nearly winced in sympathy. He forgot her name. When I glanced back, she was bristling with anger, her gaze filled with death threats. She seemed to be saying, 'This is why I hate you.'

Sadly, she had yet to demonstrate how much she really hated me.