O2L Adopted A WEREWOLF?

Chapter Eight: Beta?

Madison's POV.

I sat down on the bench of the park, waiting for Ashton to meet me here. He's like super late. He was supposed to be here like 10 minutes ago and that little kid jumping around isn't getting better.

"OH SHUT THE HELL UP WOULD YOU! STOP IT!" I shout at the kid.

She runs off crying. Whatever. Little kids are so annoying.

Just then I get a text from my friend, Jasmine.

Omg. You won't believe what I just found. - Jaz

What?! Rn I'm waiting for my bf. Make it quick. - Madi

Well, I just found out that Ashton has been contacting that idiot, Opal - Jaz

WHAT!? No, ur tots joking - Madi

It's true -Jaz

No, stop it. I see him now. -Madi

I turned off my phone and stood up, walking over to Ashton. If Jaz was telling the truth, that Opal is dead meat. For now, I'll stay 'clueless' about it. I'm going to get my own proof.

"Hey babe." He leaned forward and kissed me softly on the cheek.

"Hey." I cuddled into his chest, taking my hands and slowly inching them to his pocket. I tilted my head up and kissed him. I reached in the pocket and hit the jackpot. I slowly pulled it out and slipped it into my bag.

"Lets go." he said starting to walk towards his motorcycle. I'll check the phone later.

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Opal POV.

I opened the door, and screamed.

Jackson was sitting at my desk going through my computer and Noah was sitting on my bed, looking outside.

"What the hell are you doing??" I screech, picking up a hairbrush and throwing it at Jackson's head. It hit him right on the side of his head.

"What?" he looked at me, with a confused face while rubbing his head. "Going through your search history...duh!" He told me like a prissy princess while throwing the hairbrush back at me.

"Huh, what's happening?" Noah finally turned towards us, snapping out of his trance.

"God, both of you are idiots. How did you even get in here?"

"We climbed through the window," Noah said as if it was nothing.

"What! But the window's locked."

"We used a bobby pin."

"I didn't even know that you people with huge hands could pick a lock. Wouldn't you like drop the pin down the drain or something."

"Well, Jackson did that."

"So how did you get in?!"

"We found another one on the neighbors lawn. Then the window didn't work so we climbed through that passage in this other stinky guy's closet. He has like major BO."

"I swear you could be a girl Jackson."

"What. It's true. It's like the guy with the brown hair and blue eyes. Also he's pretty young. And whew. That guy has like 5 million bottles of Almagic however no bottles of deodorant. Like is this guy like a drug addict of Almagic or something?!"

I just stared at him with disbelief. It was pretty obvious that Jackson was exaggerating. I flashed my silver eyes and in 3.. 2.. 1...

"Okay. Okay. It's not bad. I was just exaggerating." Jackson said, looking down.