All Eyes On Me

Chapter 6

　

CIENNA'S P.O.V

I opened my eyes, and I quickly glanced at the white ceiling and glanced to my left. The bright light streaming threw the windows made my eyes squint, and hurt from the sheer brightness.

I roll over onto my side and put my face into the fluffy pillow. I felt a sharp pain as I rolled completely over onto my stomach. I sat up, making the room spin for a minute, and I squeezed my eyes shut a couple times trying to stop the dizziness. I lift up my shirt..... a shirt that wasn't mine. Whoa, this shirt is most definitely not mine, it was a black v-neck that must have belong to a guy because it was long enough that if I stood up it would cover up my butt. I move my legs and my eyes got wider, I wasn't wearing pants.

I was in someones room.

In their bed.

With their baggy shirt on me.

With no pants on.

at least I still had my undies on, I think on the bright side.

I slowly lift up my shirt where the pain came from and there were white gauze bandages and tape all the way across my stomach.

"Pretty nasty huh?" Cameron says coming into the room with a try of food.

Food.

"What? Me sitting in your bed, completely nasty!" I agree with him.

He nodded towards the shirt I put down, "Your chest." He says walking closer to the bed and putting the tray down on the nightstand.

"Some people would say they love my chest." I mutter.

"Sigma bandaged you up a few days ago. The injection triggered something in your body- werewolves don't normally bruise," he handed me a bowl of soup and looked at me "but you did for some reason."

I look at him as I take the warm bowl in my hands, "Ive always bruised." I say questionably.

"You probably just imagined it." He says pulling up a stool that was by my bedside.

I started eating the warm broth, "No I didn't, I always bruise." I say chewing a chunk of meat.

Cameron sat there on the stool, shaking his head. Disagreeing with me.

"Please tell me you didn't kill that guy, I need to have a talk with him how to properly treat a lady." I say.

"Your hardly a lady." Cameron sneers. "Besides I had alot of fun killing him." He grins like he had a secret.

"Your just a little pup aren't you," I say smiling."I bet I'm older than you."

He shakes his head, and says "I'm twenty."

I raise my eyebrow, "Twenty-one."

"Look at da two love birds already playing nice." Derone says strolling into the room. Me and Cameron both glare at him, he looks at me sitting there in my underwear and baggy t-shirt. "You guys so did not do da nasty with me in da house!" He yells.

"No I don't do, nasty." I say looking at Cameron as I say nasty.

"Good good, cuz if we have pups running around with Cienna's charm, charisma, sarcasm and Cameron's ugly face. Uncle Derone is gonna have ta kill em." He says shrugging.

"He is right about one thing." I say taking a bite of a roll, they both look at me like i just said I wanted to be with Cameron forever. "Cameron's face is sorta ugly." I say grinning.

"Ha!" Derone says laughing, "She thinks your face ugly too, shes also your mate! Probably from dat time we were two and we was playin in the backyard and I smashed dat hammer on your face!"