This chapter was a lot shorter than I wanted it to be, so sorry. i haven't been in much of a type-y mood recently, so really ,I'm shocked that I managed to get an upload (that wasn't crap) out at all.
I hope you guys like it ;) ~
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Autumn's POV
"OMIGOD!" I scream, coming suddenly to consciousness and flipping myself off my bed and onto my junk-layered floor with a dull thud.
"OH MY GOD!" Katrina mimics me from the computer chair she was sitting in across he room. Notice the past tense, because, as of now, she is sitting on her butt on the floor. "I thought you were knocked out!" she exclaims.
"So did I!" I shout, groaning softly as I pick myself up off the floor. I think I landed on a shoe or something. "How long have I been out?" I ask, stumbling slightly as I walk over to her. Can't have been long because I'm definitely still a little drunk.
"Only like an hour," she tells me, shrugging and reclaiming her seat in the chair as I lean against the cluttered desk.
"Really?" I ask, and Katrina nods in conformation. "Huh. I though I would be a little more drunk if I was only out that long." My head is clear for the most part, and I feel no need to giggle like a school girl.
"You have a shockingly high alcohol tolerance."
"Like I didn't already know that." I smirk.
"Speaking of 'alcohol' and 'you', you have some major explaining to do missy." Katrina swivels to face me directly, sending me a stern look.
"I swear that I did NOT set fire to Jimmy's motorcycle!" I blurt out on a reflex. Katrina narrows her eyes in confusion, shaking her head slightly.
"What?" she asks.
"Oh nothing." I smile sheepishly, turning my head away. Total lie. I totally DID set fire to Jimmy's motorcycle. Don't look at me like that! He had it coming, okay? Dude thinks he can grope me and get away with it...
"What?" I ask, realizing that I had completely zoned out on Katrina, who was giving me some sort of speech. She scowls and rolls her eyes.
" I said 'I can't believe you wouldn't tell me something like that!' I mean, it's huge, and we're supposed to be best friends, and last I checked, this is EXACTLY the kind of thing you're supposed to tell you best friend!"
Shooting her a weird look, "Kat, I'm sorry, but I have no clue what you're warbling on about." Katrina sighs dramatically, rolling her eyes at me once again.
"Come on. You know what I'm talking about! If you've recovered from all that alcohol this fast, you couldn't have been too out of it to remember."
"Remember wh--" I start, but of course, I cut off before the words are even out of my mouth as it all comes tumbling back. A blush creeps up my cheeks - quite uncharacteristic of me - as I remember the whole drunken fiasco.
Well this is just freaking peachy.
"Zack's my mate?" I offer feebly to Katrina's annoyed face.
"Well obviously!" Katrina hollers, the accusation in her voice making me shrink back a little, but plaster a small smile on my face. "You only JUMPED him in the bar tonight while your dumb ass was drunk!" Katrina tends to get extremely worked up over this 'best friend' stuff. I personally think she's over-reacting, but I can see why she cares. I'm just not that kind of person.
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WerewolfAutumn and Zack are mates. And, for a little while, they were allowed to be happy. But it's the age difference that gnaws away at Zack. So, he rejects her. Five years later they meet again, and now that they're a bit more "suited" to each other, Zac...
