Okay, okay, you can yank my hair, feed me my own eyeballs and burn me at the stake. But I am so sorry for not updating earlier. As some of you might know, I am grounded and so will be until 14th June. So up till then, my chapters will be more than a bit delayed but I'm not ending the story.
And while in my absence, I have noticed my reads have escalated like BOOM! I literally went to bed squealing when I saw my reads. Thanks everyone for the votes and comments. It really does mean more than a thousand Swedish fish.
Now lets get to it. This is more like a filler chapter I planned but has enough action for both Colton haters and "hopeful mistresses." ;)
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"What the hell is he doing here?"
I chuckled giddyly and hooked my arm in with Colton's.
"Why this little saint?" I muse teasingly as I stroke his jawline. Turning my head to Megan, I give her a douse of my infamous smirk.
"Why we're tainting his angel blood of course."
Megan looks between the two of us, arms folded across her chest, drink in hand.
"Well you better hurry up. You've got a line up."
I detach myself from the silent boy and swagger up to the petite girl. Sweat, alcohol and a mix of blood is heavy in the air; bodies meshing and screams untamed. Like wildfire, everything was blazed with passion. My eyes trailed hungrily over the crowd. People who were all different, coming together. Some placed their bets, some feeding off the electric buzz in the air. But we all, here in our dark haven, we were the wild ones.
Delirious and smug, I lock eyes with my partner in crime. My lips curl and eyes sparken; "Now let's not keep them waiting."
I grab a passbyer's drink and swallow it down. Crushing the plastic cup in my hand, I peek over my shoulder to Colton.
"You coming?" I holler out.
"What exactly did you drag me to, Haley?" Colton asks aggressively as he strides to my side.
"Questions, questions, questions!" I mock dryly. "Chill out, it's not like it's illegal." But the spark in my eye hint that I'm far from the binding truth.
"Yo! Haley my love!" a booming voice hollers and a very drunk Grant pops out through the crowd. He stumbles and slungs himself over Megan.
"I wanna go skinny dipping. Do you wanna go skinny dipping. I'm going to eat you!!" he drunkardly shouts and licks Megan's face.
Horrifed and stunned, she pushes him away.
"Not legal indeed." Colton gives me a dry look and I shrug innocently.
"Ag, I think I'm going to be sick." Megan whines. "Here." She thrusts a cup in Colton's hands and drags me off.
"Your predictablity is really starting to piss me off." Megan mummers under her breath.
"I'm not predictable at all."
"Exactly!"
We push ourselves through the crowd with ease. With the aid of the lights, Megan found the fighting arena, nothing more than an empty concrete block. We climbed onto the platform and people cheered with excitement. We chuckled and shared a knowing look.
"Dean, hand me the mic." I asked a regular gambler at the sidelines. With a flirtatious wink, he tossed me the microphone and I handed it to Megan.
"Freaks and animals." Megan started her grand speech, intentionally looking at the werewolves in the crowd at the last part.
"So let's cut the crap and get down to dancing."
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Taming The Wild Ones
Teen FictionNever a right turn. Forget about the right choice. She has a record longer than the Yankees, but it's detention, not baseball. She gets herself into fights and parties harder than Mick Jagger. She is a badass, one of a kind. Her life is a blur of ma...
