Not Too Fat

Chapter 9

Jane:

"Alpha Dylan wants us to go get your stuff from your house," Marcy said. I groaned.
"I don't want to go to my house. Too many memories," I said, sniffling. Marcy patted my back and gave me a small hug.
"It's get better," she said, giggling at the end. I couldn't help but let a laugh slip.
"Thanks, Marcy," I said.
"Anything for my Luna!"
"Dinners ready!" Emma yelled.
"Coming," Marcy and I said in unison. There was a knock on the door and Dylan walked in.
"Hey," he said. I gave him a small smile and Marcy walked out.
"What's up?" I asked. Dylan came and sat beside me.
"Is it okay if you move here with me?" He asked.
"Uh. Y-yeah?" I said, but it came out like a question.
"Are you sure? I feel like I'm rushing you into this," he said. I put my hand on his.
"It's fine. I understand. I'm your mate and you just want to protect me," I said. Dylan nodded his head. We sat there staring at each other for a couple of minutes.
"Well we should go eat dinner," Dylan said, suddenly. I gave a quick nod.
"Oh. Yeah," I said, getting up. Dylan grabbed my hand and we made our way downstairs.
"Can you guys hurry up? We're starving," Brandon said.
"We've been waiting for forever and it smells delicious!" Benjamin said.
"Okay okay. Geez." Dylan pulled out a chair and motioned for me to sit. He pushed the chair in and sat next to me. Brandon picked up a roll and bit into it.
"You took the first bite! You have to say grace!" Benjamin yelled at Brandon.
"Damn it," he said.
"Alright, everyone grab hands. You know the drill," Emma said. Everyone started to grab each other's hands.
"Okay. Uh. Thank you God for this food. Thank you moon goddess for Dylan finding his mate. Our Luna," Brandon said.
"That's it?" Janson asked.
"Yeah. I'm bad at these," Brandon said. Benjamin started laughing.
"No kidding," he said.
"Amen," Dylan said.
"Amen," everyone else said. With that, everyone dug into the food.
"Pass the ribs," Chris said. Dylan grabbed the ribs and started to hand them to Chris. He stopped when he saw who it was.
"Why are you sitting close to her?" Dylan asked.
"Are you fucking serious?" I heard Dylan's dad mutter.
"There, uh, wasn't a-any other seats," Chris said. Jamie got up quickly.
"Stop it. He's human. He already said sorry, Dylan," Jamie said.
"You address me by alpha," Dylan growled. Jamie dropped her gaze.
"I'm sorry alpha. I didn't mean to disrespect you," Jamie apologized.
"Just move him," he said. Jamie nodded and told Chris to get up. They switched seats.
"He's the only other human here," I whispered to Dylan.
"I know," he said.
"What if I approach him?" I asked.
"You better not," Dylan said. I crossed my arms.
"Why not?" I asked. My voice had a serious tone in it.
"Because I said so," he said. Because he says so? I don't think so.
"You can't control me." Dylan snapped his head to me.
"Of course I can," he said.
"Shit," I heard Janson say. Shit is right.
"Are you fucking serious?" I asked. "You're out of your fucking mind if you think you can control me."
"It's not attractive for girls to cuss," Dylan said.
"I'm not attractive anyway so fuck off," I said, getting up from my seat. I started to walk out of the dining room.
"Stop right now," Dylan ordered. I stopped and turned around. "Come sit back down." I've had enough. I walked over to Dylan and smacked him across the face. No one moved. Dylan's fist started to shake. He turned his head toward me and his eyes were pitch black.
"How dare you slap me!" He roared, his voice deep. I started to back up realizing my mistake. Dylan took a step forward.
"D-Dylan," I said. He shook his head.
"It's Axel," he said. "Now why did you slap me?" I couldn't speak. I was too afraid. "Speak!"
"I-I-I."
"Stop stuttering!" He yelled. Emma pulled him back.
"You're scaring her, dumbass!" She yelled. I felt a hand on my shoulder and flinched.
"It's okay. Come with me," Brandon said. I just nodded and Brandon led me into the living room.
"I don't know what came over me," I whispered.
"You weren't having his shit, that's what," Brandon said. "I know he can be bossy but he's your mate." I looked up at Brandon. Why are all these werewolves so tall? Jesus.
"I don't even know what being a mate means," I said.
"They're just a really really big part of our life. They're a soul mate. They care about you so much. They would die for you. They wouldn't do anything to hurt you either," Brandon said. I just nodded, not sure what to say.
"I'm going up to the room. I don't want to see Dylan right now. He really pissed me off," I said. Brandon let out a nervous chuckle.
"Okay." I walked up the stairs and into the room. I slammed the door shut and locked the door.
I grabbed one of Dylan's shirt. I looked at the shirt then at my hideous body. I sighed and threw the shirt on the ground. I'm too fat to fit in his shirt. I threw myself on the bed and covered up. I heard the door knob jiggling.
"Jane. Open the door," Dylan said. He started pounding on the door. "Jane! Open the door!" I ignored him and fell into a deep sleep.