F*ck Off Wolfboy! {on hold}

Chapter 3

Hi peoples! Thankx so much 4 reading! Here's chapter 3, earlier than expected. Does anyone have any songs that they think go w/ this chap?? xoxo, Megan

Chapter 3

The chubbiest of Aunt Cleo’s cats, El Presedente, pooped. On my suitcase. After shredding my sweatshirt and throwing up on the car floor.

It was plain to see that I was not having a good day.

“El freakin’ Presedente. MOVE.” I shooed the feline off his new litter box and bent down to inspect the suitcase. Big mistake. Aunt Cleo's prized kitty was fed organic, vegetarian $500 cat food, but it didn’t do anything to improve the stench of his poo. “Uhhhh, Presedente, is it all that impossible to hold it?”

The cat pointed his nose in the air and twitched onto Lila's lap, tail flicking proudly.

Aunt Cleo and Lila burst out laughing. I smacked Lila, but I couldn’t do anything to my oh-so-kind aunt, unless I wanted her to crash and kill us all.

Yeah, I’ll pass on that.

We were about 30 minutes from Hell, oh oops, I mean my old pack’s house. A half an hour from Mommy and Daddy, Jere-Bear, Ty and Ted, Adrian-dearest, cousin Belly and Cassadee, Uncle Brock and Aunt Caitlin, cousins Dougie and Rachie, little Melinda and her parents LuLu and Kenneth, and-

Aunt Cleo, Lila, and Dove’s ‘singing’ cut through my little panic attack. “WE’RE GOING ON A TRIP IN OUR FAVORITE ROCKET SHIP, ZOOMING THROUGH THE SKY-”

Might as well. I mentally shrugged. I cried out. “LITTLE EINSTEINS!”

God we’re weird.

30 minutes, 10 theme songs, 2 cat “accidents” (I’m convinced the conniving little bastards do it on purpose), 1 stop at MickyD’s (yummy yummy cheeseburgers!), and several mini panic attacks later, we arrived at the mansion in the middle of nowhere, aka the pack house. It was literally a castle-sized structure, lost in the woods (Hello! We’re werewolves, do you want us to live in the suburbs??) with a smattering of little cottages (for newly mated couples *wink, wink*) and enough cars surrounding it to transport the frickin’ army.

Suddenly, the demons came out to greet us. My mother came first. As usual,her chocolatey hair was down in loose curls, framing her tanned face. Now though, two years since I’ve last seen her, there was a slight gray hue to her locks and faint wrinkles lining her usually taut skin. Even though it was at least a 100 degrees out, she wore her signature cashmere sweater, a knee-length white skirt, and the ever-present heels.

 Dad’s dark hair was more silver than it was black now. His garb consisted of boring slacks and a blue polo. Sometimes I wonder how he ever became a werewolf. He probably would've made it as a golfer.

My brothers, as well as Cassadee, who was clinging to Tyler, followed. The boys all had knee-length shorts and tee shirts of some sort and Cassadee was dressed, if you could even classify it as that, in a barely there jean skirt and a hot pink bikini top. That was all.

Next out was Uncle Brock and Aunt Caitlin and their kids 17 year old Belly (now Izabell), 8 year old Rachie, and 4 year old Dougie and Aunt LuLu and Uncle Kenneth, as well as four year old Melinda. I guessed the rest of the pack was in the back.

Aunt Cleo turned and grinned wickedly at me. Dear God, we're going to make a grand entrance.She stepped out, scowling slightly at my mom, who she had never gotten along with. My aunt considered my father a love sick pushover and avoided conversation with him at all costs. Grinning at my parents, she wriggled her fingers in a mocking wave.

Lila came out next, grabbing Dove and smiling fake-politely at them. She was fiercely protective of the 3 of us and since she knew the whole story behind why I ran away, she instantly disliked my family. Dove smiled cheekily and squealed out a, "HI-LO!!!!!" (our odd mix of "hi" and "hello")  

Rolling my eyes at their antics, I pulled on my sunglasses and exited the car. They all stared at me, Cassadee and Belly hatefully, mom and dad with suspicion, and the others with general curiosity.

Chuckling, Aunt Cleo introduced us, not that I needed it. "This is my best friend Lila Thompsonand her daughter Dove." she paused for a moment (dramatic effect) and pointed at me. "And this is my ward Quincy Mercer."

Smirking at my parents' shocked expressions, I told them, "Hello Mommy. Daddy."

Jeremiah, Tyler, and Teddy finally looked like they got it. Dumbasses, I thought, mentally rolling my eyes. Cassadee looked outraged and her little follower, Belly, soon followed her example, still looking a little lost. My dad's siblings, Aunt LuLu and Uncle Brock, just looked surprised, as did their mates, Uncle Kenneth and Aunt Caitlin. The little kids just looked bored. Yeah kidlets, me too.

"Look, are we just gonna stand here staring at each other all day? 'Cause I just spend God knows how long cramped up in a car and I'm freakin' starved!" I broke the silence.

Cassadee sneered. "Still the same little fatso. So concerned about food."

I snickered. "Still the same big slut. So bad about keeping her legs together."

"What did you call me?!?!" she screeched, effectively bursting my eardrums.

"Look, Cassadee, I know you don't understand much, but save yourself the embarrassment and at least pretend you do."

By now Aunt Cleo and Lila were in hysterics. I'm glad they find it funny but my stomach is about to turn cannibal and eat itself.

Cassadee began squawking something, I don't know what, I tried tuning her out, and so I took that as my queue to go find the BBQ. I brushed past my dumbstruck brothers (once an idiot, always an idiot), calling back a "I'll see you later!" over my shoulder, and through the sideyard. Neatly trimmed, as always. Overly loud music, gleeful shrieks and giggles, and chatter drifted to me as I neared the backyard.

I took a deep breath, stepped onto the deck, and made my way around the gigantic deck. I ignored the stares and focused on the stacks of burgers, bowls of chips, and platters of brownies. Hey I work out, I can eat all I want!

Veering to avoid walking through a watergun war between 4 kids, I grabbed a plate from the end table and proceeded to load it up. Nibbling on a pretzel, I plopped down on an empty lounge chair, watching my ex pack playing and laughing. Nobody recognized me. It was like I never existed.

Suddenly a shadow fell over me. I glanced up and immediately wished I hadn't. My green eyes connected with sparkling blue ones. Eyes that haunted my dreams, when my nightmares weren't occopied by anyone else, that is.

It was Adrian Hale.

"Quincy?!?!"