My Bully is a WEREWOLF!!

Chapter 9

~~~VANESSA'S P.O.V.~~~

We got to his place and he rushed out unbelievably fast and opened the door for me. That was so sweet. Wait...what? What am I talking about. GET YOURSELF TOGETHER MAN!! I MEAN...WOMAN!!!

He helped me out of the car--which was not needed, it wasn't like I was handicapped or something. Then he held my hand as we walked up the walkway. Why is he acting like this. I'm not complaining about him being nice. It's just so sudden and I don't like the way he's holding my hand; good or bad.

He went in the house and walked down a long hallway to a huge kitchen. It looks bigger without the crowd.

There were three people inside the kitchen. Two of them were sitting at the island and another with his head poked inside the refrigerator.

"Hey mom, dad, Miranda," he greeted in a weird tone of honor. It was like he had some type of high authority.

"Hello, son," his parents greeted together.

"Hey, big brother," his sister said in a monotone not looking up from her magazine.

Brandon began to growl a deep, inhuman growl.

His sister quickly jumped from her seat and bowed. When she lifted her head up she had a pleading look on her face, "Please forgive me, Brandon!"

He shot me a quick, worried glance, then looked at his sister. "It's alright sis."

She gave him a confused look then looked at me. I guess she didn't notice me before. By said a long 'oh' and then looked at her parents.

"Is this your new girlfriend?" his father asked, looking at my face, then looked me up and down in disgust, "...or is she your...mate?"

First of all I didn't even know these people and they don't even like me and judging me. Second, what the heck is a mate! I think I heard it before but I'm not sure.... And last of all I am definitely. NOT!! his girlfriend!

"I am not his girl girlfriend and I don't know what a mate is..." I said trailing off with an awkward laugh.

I looked at Brandon and then to his father. It looked like they were having their own little discussion but they weren't saying anything.

"But she's human!!" his father suddenly yelled out. What's that supposed to mean?! Aren't we all human? Don't call me crazy but the dream I had last night made me doubt Brandon is. He always did stuff that werewolves did...like that growling thing he does when he's mad.

"Father! Please do not talk about her like that! I will be above you...soon... now do not ever! Ever! Talk like that again!" Woah! That was way beyond weird. It was like some type of freaking explosion!! His father closed the door of the fridge and sat down, covering his face with his paper.

"Let's go," he ordered after giving his father some type of face. Here's the Brandon I know! Note my sarcasm!

He led me up some stairs...and then another. Wow! I think we were on the third floor! How big is this house?! When we got to the third floor, he led us down an extremely long hallway. When we got to the end we went up another flight of stairs. I sigh and he gave me a look. Oh boy! I said a quick 'sorry' and looked at my feet.

When we got up the stairs, there was only one door. He opened the door to the biggest room ever! It had a king sized bed in the center of the wall to the right of the door. There were night stands at each side of the head of the bed. There was a large dresser at the wall on the opposite side of the room. A couple feet away from the dresser was a door, and the wall to the left of the door I was standing at was another door; there were some picture frames on the wall with some art on it.