Imprint in Time

Chapter Twenty-Three

Ok, I realize that it's really really short again, but I'm kinda stalling until I can get another idea in my head. I personally think this chapter is really funny too. I hope you think the same. Oh, and if anyone wants to help me make a new cover, I'd really appreciate that. I'm getting tired of the hand holding picture. It seems pretty lame to me. So yea. Enjoy! :)

*peacelover64*

Chapter Twenty-Three

Brad gasped. “Say what now?” he said.

“You heard me. I want you to change me,” I said.

“No way. Uh-uh. I’m not doing it,” he said.

“Why not?” I said.

“Because it’s too dangerous, Tiffany!” he said.

“Oh, come on! You got bit and you’re fine!” I said.

“Yes, I’m fine. I’m a big, hairy creature out of a comic book. Yea, I’m Jim Dandy,” he said.

“Please. You have to,” I said.

“I don’t have to do anything,” he said.

“But you don’t understand,” I said.

“Why do you want to change into a werewolf anyway?” he said.

“Ok, you know that imprint that you put on me?” I asked.

“How could I not forget? I can’t touch any other girls for the rest of my life because of that stupid imprint,” he said.

“Well, I might be able to change that,” I said.

“Go on,” he urged.

“If I change into a werewolf, the imprint will wear off. So I can be with John and you can be with………….whoever,” I said. “Sound good?”

“Not exactly,” he said.

“What do you mean? It sounds like a pretty good plan to me,” I said.

“Yea, it WOULD be, but…………….” he trailed off.

“What?” I said.

“I can’t let you do that,” he said.

“Why???” I said.

“For one thing, turning into a werewolf is risky. And another thing…….Tiffany, I’m still in love with you,” he said.

What did he just say?

“Come again?” I said.

“Look, I know we broke up and everything and that was my fault, but ever since then, I can’t get you out of my head,” he said.

“What about Hayden?” I said.

“She means nothing to me. She’s just a slut who’s interested in every guy. I decided to go out with her to make you jealous. But it’s not working,” he said.

How could he say that?!

“You’re talking about one of my best friends!” I said through gritted teeth. I don’t know what came over me next. I was boiling with anger and I found myself slapping Brad.

“Ow!” he said. Then he called me a mean name which I will NOT repeat.

“Good luck finding a girl who will EVER love your slimy guts!” I said. And I walked out the door. Then, I realized it was my house that I was walking out of.

“Crap,” I said to myself. I walked back inside the house and I gasped. The whole house was trashed. The sofa was in two pieces, our flat screen TV was busted and on the floor, and stuff was everywhere. I started picking things up when I noticed ripped clothes on the floor.

“Eww!” I said, as I walked around it. I was NOT picking up his clothes. I walked up to my room and it looked just like the living room and kitchen only worse. There were claw marks in my bed and MY big screen TV was busted too. I looked around again and I noticed the window was open. I walked over, closed the window and latched it. I cleaned stuff off my bed as best I could and then I laid down. Until I noticed something. It was my iPod touch and it had a crack in it.

“GRRRRRRR!!!” I shouted.