Little Wolf(COMPLETE)

.04 - Games

Celias house was a large country styled home with paneling and a veranda that wrapped around the house. Her parents never seemed to be home during the weekends, although her mom was the president of the PTA.

Matty and I had changed out of our uniforms after the game. I wore a pair of white shorts and a black flowy top that showed just a bit of cleavage and my gold Tory Burch sandals. The party hadn't been going on long, it had just begun to get into full swing when Matty and I had walked in.

"What did you think Lane meant about seeing you at the party?" Matty inquired. I shrugged, not really caring to think about him.

"I don't know, I don't care. I just want to have fun." I made my way into the kitchen, grabbing a Dos Equis from the fridge before quickly finding my brothers. It was such a lovely site to see, Celia was basically doing all but sitting on their laps, not sure which brother to pick. I'm sure she would have both if she could. Deciding to avoid that situation, I turned and walked down the hallway.

"hey Brennan." Keeton Jenson flashed me a smile, leaning over the door way.

"Keeton... How's it going?" I had never truly cared to talk to Keeton before. He had always given me a bad gut feeling, so I had always just avoided him. I could smell the alcohol on his breath and I couldn't wait to get away from him.

"You're so hot, Brennan." He slurred, reaching out and pushing a hair behind my ear. I scrunched my nose in disgust and pulled away from him. "Oh come on, don't be a bitch."

"Dude, as if. Bug off." I turned to walk alway. He wasn't going to try anything with my brothers just in the other room... Right?

Wrong.

He grabbed my wrist and pulled me back towards him. Suddenly his faced turned sinister. "Come on little wolf. What? Don't want to keep it in the pack? We've all seen you talking to Peyton. Are you gonna be a little slut and go fuck around with the enemy?"

Before I could open my mouth, Suddenly Keeton was on the ground holding his face and I looked up to find Lane shaking his hand out from the impact of his punch.

"You know, Jenson, if you're going to show your true colors, do it somewhere where you won't get your ass handed to you." Lane smirked. "I should just throw you the The Wolves and see how they would handle this."

With that last remark, he grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the back door of the house. Turning back to me, he winked. "Let's see how long it takes for your brothers to come looking for you, eh?"

We made our way out onto the dewy grass before we came to a stop and I pulled my hand from his. I ran a hand through my hair and looked away.

"thanks Lane." I said, lowly. At this point I had no idea what to say besides a small thank you. I was pissed off about Keeton and I felt weak and tired of having to rely on men to protect me.

"What's going on?" I heard Brandon as he began to walk up towards us, a confused look on his face. Not far behind, Brett followed with a curious Celia latched on to his arm.

"Why are you punching people and running off with our sister, Peyton?" Brandon growled. Lane kept a straight face, clearly not intimidated by the two oversized football players. Lane was definitely taller than them, 6'4 compared to their 6'2. I stood at 5'7, ready to defend Lane.

"Lane punched Keeton because he tried to make a move on me and called me a slut." I defended, getting in my brothers face.

Brett spoke this time. "Are you fucking kidding me?"

Brett immediately turned on his heel and stalked off, probably to deal with Keeton. Brandon glared at Lane.  "So you punched Keeton because you were defending Brennan?"

"Well I've been wanting to punch him for awhile. Brennan just gave me an excuse." He said, throwing a wink my way. Brandon looked between the two of us, a knowing look on his face suddenly as if he had just realized something.

"I'll see you at home." He said, with a quick hug, before he walked off.

"Your brothers hate me. It's hilarious." Lane laughed.

"What did you do to them?"

"Let's just say I like to play games." His voice was like velvet.

"Tell me something I don't know." This was true. All Lane ever seemed to do was want to mess with people's heads and piss everyone off for his own amusement. If I wanted to know what he had done to make my brothers hate him, I wouldn't get a straight answer from him. I would have to go to Brandon and Brett for answers.

"I think you're my favorite game right now. I'll see you around, Little Wolf."

I think you're my favorite game right now.

What game was he playing and where did I fit in to all of this?

Why was Lane Peyton so interested in me suddenly?