F*ck Off Wolfboy! {on hold}

Chapter 4

Ok, i admit that this isnt the best, but i tried. again, any song suggestions 4 this chapter? i'll try and upload again on tues. thankx so much 4 reading. ~Megan

Chapter 4

Quincy's POV

Adrian was the same as he was two years ago, if a little more mature and slightly hotter, if that was possible. Tousled dark hair fell onto his dizzying blue eyes and it took everything in me to reign in my wolf and not brush it away. He only wore damp black swim trunks, and man was I having trouble controlling my lust for the perfect, half naked boy in front of me.

As he stared at me, his tan skin paling as if he had seen a ghost, which I guess he had, I tried to hold onto all the pain he had caused me. The sadness and anger and humiliation. I could not allow myself to like Adrian Hale, no matter how sexy he looked dripping wet and shirtless.

“Quincy.” he stated again, still looking dazed.

I rolled my eyes and prayed he couldn’t tell how much he affected me. “That’s my name, don’t wear it out.”

He finally snapped out of his shock. “What are you doing here, Quincy?”

“It’s my brother’s birthday. Aren’t I allowed to celebrate it with him?” I questioned mockingly, raising my eyebrows.

Adrian glared, his eyes darkening to the color of a stormy sky. “You know Jeremiah wouldn’t want you here. Nobody wants you here.”

I chuckled darkly, “Yeah, you made that quite clear 2 years ago, mate.”

“Quincy, don’t you dare try to put the blame on me. It’s your own fault for telling all those lies.” he spat, looking at me as if I was the scum of the earth.

With those words, I felt my heart splintering into a billion pieces all over again. Shots of blackness clouded my mind, tears I refused to shed stabbed into my eyes. A hallowness settled into the pit of my stomach, an unbearable hole eating away at me. How could he not believe me?

“Screw you, Adrian!” I shoved him away from away and spun on my heal, ignoring the gasps of the surprised pack. Oh shut up retards. You weren’t ‘OMG’ing and scowling at me a minute ago when you thought I was just a new girl.

A hand gripped my forearm, and from the sparks igniting my skin I knew it was Adrian. I ripped my arm from him and hissed, “Leave me alone. You made it pretty damn clear what you think of me.”

Stomping away, I remembered that day, 2 days after my 15th birthday, when I realized Adrian was my mate. Both of us were confused, to say the least, but where I was happy to have a effing god for a mate, Adrian was horrified to have “the liar girl”, the “fatso”, the unattractive Mercer as a mate.

I never really cared that the pack thought I was oh so ugly and fat, but I died inside when Adrian, my mate, the one who was supposed to love me through thick and thin, didn’t believe me about Ryder.

I ran inside the citadel-like house and found Aunt Cleo, Dove, and Lila sitting on one of the couches, deep in conversation. Choking on the sobs bubbling in my throat, I fell in between them, tear drops dripping onto my cheeks.

“Baby what’s wrong?” Lila cooed, rubbing my hair away from my face.

“Adrian.” I mumbled, hiding my head in a throw pillow.

Aunt Cleo began shaking next to me, her wolf wanted to come out and play. Well, more like rip Adrian apart, put him in the deep fryer, and have him for dinner. Stuff like that.

“Quiiiiiiincyyyyyyy? What’s wrooooooooonnnnngggg?” Dove whimpered, pressing her tear stained cheek to mine. I, beingthe big baby I am, dissolved into tears. Why couldn’t my mate be like Dove? Why couldn’t he love me through everything and trust me no matter what?

“Honey, Quincy just sad, kay?” Lila assured her. To me, she murmured, “Quincy, baby, let’s go up to your room, okay?”

I nodded my head wearily. Even though I felt as if I was being being dragged down through murky water by some invisible weight, I got to my feet, wiping away all the evidence of the river i had just cried. Dove laced her fingers through mine, grinning toothily up at me. "We uh gonna share a room, Quincy!" she giggled, pulling me up a grand staircase.

Behind me, Aunt Cleo and Lila chuckled at Dove's childish excitement. I smiled down at my tiny almost-sister. "Okie dokie, Lovey-Dovey."

Beaming, Dove led me into a peach colored room. My old room. Someone had already brought our suitcases up and from the princess-themed items flung around, Dove had already gotten into them. The fluffy white duvet was stretched tight over the humungous bed pushed against the wall across from the door. A flat screen tv was mounted against the peach hue and the dresses were made of a light wood.

Lila and Aunt began scolding Dove for the mess, Dove ignored them and plopped onto the bouncy bed, and I immediately made a beeline over to the bathroom. "I need a shower!" I called back to them.

After locking the door, I stripped off my clothes and stepped under the steam, rinsing my face of the tears. I shed away the hurt and brushed off the anger. I was washing away the past. I was scrubbing away Adrian.