Sorry its a day late, I got busy yesterday. But here it is! ~Lisista
Oh and who should play Tyler? Looking for someone tan, dark hair and muscular.
At the end of the day I had three pairs of jeans, four mini shorts, five tank tops, six t-shirts, three new tennis shoes, two pairs of flip flops, a black hoodie, a gray zip up jacket, new socks, a hairbrush, mascara, eyeliner, facial powder, one fancy dress, a sundress, lip gloss and some other small things. If I had been paying for this myself, i wouldn’t have been able to afford practically any of this, since I hadn’t been to my bank yet. Lucky for me, Kurt gave us his credit card.
I pointed at a Smoothie King in the mall and said, “Wanna get one?”
At first Tyler crossed his arms, but the look on his face said he did. “I think you’re spending too much..”
With an eye roll I walked over to the little store. “One Strawberry Kiwi Breeze. Aaaand...”
“A Hulk Vanilla.”
The little old lady gave us our total and handed us our smoothies. Knowing Tyler would follow I sat down at a table.
“He did say to get whatever I needed, and I NEED a smoothie. So do you. You look tired.”
“Kurt’s gonna be pissed when he found out you spent almost seven hundred dollars on clothes.”
“That’s what you get for giving two teenagers a credit card!” I looked over at Tyler, who was slurping up his smoothie. “Hey can I try that.”
He shrugged and slid it across the table. When I went to hand it back our fingers brushed each other and again, that electric shock passed through us. Quickly he yanked his hand away. “Um, we should probably get going.”
I wrapped my ankles around the legs of the chair and said, “Not until you give me some answers. I have touched plenty of other werewolves-”
“Lower your voice!” Tyler hissed.
“Jeez..anyways. I have touched others and nothing happens. And every time I hear a voice in my head.”
Looking very uncomfortable he said, “We can talk later. Lets go.”
“No! Not until you tell me why that keeps happening.”
“I said let’s leave” He growled.
I gave him a narrow eyed look and said, “Wrong with right here?”
He cast a nervous glance to a group of people sitting a few tables away. The look in his eyes changed and he stood up, walking behind me and lifting the chair up and walking towards the door. He had one arm looped around my waist, keeping me in the chair and another under the seat. I tried to kick him between the legs but he was holding me out too far. When I squirmed around nothing happened.
“I’m going to scream!” I threatened.
“Noo your not.” He took his arm out from under the chair and looped it around my head. Covering my mouth. I tried to bite his hand but he had it flat, and there was nothing to get a hold of.
“You are so annoying.” I tried to say. Looking up I saw him roll his eyes. People these days were so unobservant! How could you not notice a big muscular guy carrying a young girl out of a shopping mall in a smoothie king chair?!?! Finally we got to his black truck. He put the chair on the ground and let me loose. I leaned against the side of the truck.
“Who the hell do you think you are?” He didn’t answer me. “Rawr.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
