Three Weeks Later
"I swear to god I'll rip your head off." I told Charlie as he laughed at me after I told him 'Pretty Boy's' aka Noah's, latest conquest to get in my pants. Charlie started calling him Pretty Boy and I thought it was pretty funny.
Noah has said every pick up line known to man, I felt embarrassed for him. Today he came to my room while I was watching TV and pigging out on potato chips. I opened the door and there he stood in a tux and a rose in his hand. Then said, "Did it hurt when you fell from heaven? Because darlin' you're an angel."
Charlie gasping for air asked, "What did you do?"
"What any sane person does.... I took the rose and beat him with it telling him to go screw him self then shut and locked my door." I said and took a sip of Whiskey letting it burn my throat.
Charlie was quiet for the length of two seconds before he started laughing like a mad man. I let him laugh because he doesn't do that to often and if my annoyance is the price of that then I'm happy... no tolerant... to pay it.
"Ya, ya laugh it up sir laughs a lot."
After another moment of laughing he stopped and asked, "You do know that Noah gets every girl he's after? You're probably screwing with his head." He said as he tapped his forehead. "And it's hilarious to watch."
"I can see the amusement." I said dryly, "Well he isn't getting this girl so he better back off before I get mean." Charlie's eyes got huge. Since I've been here I've only gotten slightly igitated twice and it was at poor Joey and dumb ass Jack. I went grocery shopping and bought a pint of brownie batter icecream, my favorite. I came back an hour later to see Joey eating the last bite. I might or might not of broken his hand and punched him in the face, but in my defense I told him not to eat that ten times and he was fine two days later. The second time was when Jack pulled Alpha and tried to command me to take basic training, claiming I needed to know how to fight. I then showed him I did know how to fight and screamed some profanities about Alpha's, I think Jack is still sore about that one but oh well. Charlie was there both times.
"Can I watch?" Charlie asked. He wasn't Pretty Boy's favorite person.
"If your there at the right time? Sure." I told him.
He rubbed his hands together, "Can't wait."
"You and me should start a club."
He looked confused. "What would this club be for?"
"The 'I hate Noah' club." I smirked.
"No the 'I hate Pretty Boy' club." He chuckled.
"Amen." I said and clinked glasses with him.
I looked down at my watch. "Gotta go Charlie boy. Can you get my tab?" I shrugged on my jacket and got up out of the bar stool.
"Don't I always?" He grumbled.
"See I knew I liked you for a reason." I ruffled his hair, which he hated and left.
I walked by the bookstore. That's where my new passport and papers and everything was, that was where my new life was. I just had to go in there and get it. I have refused to because I didn't want to jinx it. As in if I actually had it as a precaution then I would need it a day later. I knew it was stupid but this all felt like a dream and I was afraid one mess up would wake me up back to reality. I promised myself the next time I went out I would get it. Like a grocery list.
Milk
Brownie Batter Ice Cream
Eggs
Ticket To My New Life
And Potato ChipsYa right. My wolf taunted.
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WerewolfThis isn't your average love story. There is no Prince Charming, no saving the fair maiden, no 'Once Upon A Time'. Throw out your book of cliches and settle in for a strong female that has been an experiment since the age of 6 and saved herself. T...