Plot Twist

Chapter 13

Chapter 13

"We don't devote enough scientific research to finding a cure for jerks."

-Bill Watterson

The rest of the school day passed relatively easy without any werewolf angst to speak of. The only close call though had been during Lunch when Mr. Preston walked into the cafeteria and Tiana nearly jumped out of her seat and sexually assaulted him in public.

No, seriously.

Do you have any idea how hard it is to physically restrain a horny werewolf?

To say I was anxious to get home, wind down and relax would be an understatement. Dealing with all the whole, you know, waking up in a fictional book thing was definitely taking it's toll on me. I needed the ultimate therapy - to lock myself in my room and watch Netflix while ogling Harry Styles' posters for, like, three hours.

Fortunately, the day went quickly, the ride home with Jackson and Skylar wasn't too weird - despite how many 'you-better-not-tell-or-I'll-kill-you' looks I got from Jackson and I soon found myself up in my fictional bedroom, laptop propped against my pillows as I readied myself for some serious Gossip Girl.

I was just about ready to press the 'play' button too when a knock sounded on my bedroom door.

Ugh, come on! Until I have watched at least two two episodes of Gossip Girl, I am not prepared for any kind of human interaction.

"Cal, are you in there?" The soft voice of fake-sister floated through the closed doorway. I thought I heard some faint whispering as well, but I wasn't sure.

Here we go - here comes Miss Main Character and some possibly lousy plot development.

"Sorry, come back later - I'm naked," I replied, knowing that had always been the one excuse to keep my parents from coming into my room when I needed some time to myself.

"Okay, you know what, Cal? I'm coming in - I don't buy that excuse! You say that every time!" Skylar's voice huffed before my door opened and in walked my fake-twin.

With fucking Dylan O'Brien's fictional doppelganger - AKA Zack - strolling in right behind her.

You know what? What is with these people and making dumb decisions? For instance, HAD I been naked, Almost-Dylan-O'Brien would've gotten an eyeful and can you honestly tell me Skylar wouldn't have wolfed out a little bit at the prospect of her boo-thang seeing another chick naked?

Fucking werewolves, I tell you.

Skylar walked over, plopping down on my bed before gesturing Zack over as well.

"Is there something you need?" I raised my eyebrow at her.

"I just wanted to tell you that, well, firstly, as you can see, Zack's here. Also, don't disturb us - we'll be in my room," Skylar told me before turning to Zack, "What is it you said you wanted to do, Zack? Netflix and Relax?"

Almost-Dylan-O'Brien blushed slightly, "No, I said, uh, Netflix and chill."

Woah, woah, wait.

'Netflix and Chill'? Could he possibly be talking about the same 'Netflix and Chill' teenagers in my world used as a euphemism for casual sex?

Here I thought Zack here was some shy, docile teenage boy who could barely muster the guts for a kiss on the cheek - let alone sex.

Yeah, trying to have sex with my emotionally vulnerable fake-twin?

I don't think so, pal.