Recap:
"Do you like kids?"
"Wha-"
"Blakey!"
"Cody!" Oh no...
Chapter Eight:
Melanie's POV
"Browther? Who is tis?" A kid. He's jealous of a kid. Okay, I'm definitely bugging him about this later.
"This is you're sister-in-law, Cody" Blake said, smiling at me.
"Oh no. No, no, no. I didn't agree to anything"
"So I don't get a sissy?" Cody said on the brink of tears. Fuck me.
"Soon, Cody. Soon" Caroline said as she walking into the room. Wait, what? "Isn't that right, Blake?" He smiled and nodded. I returned the gesture by glaring at him.
"You people are impossible" I mumbled. Smirking, Blake told them to leave and locked the door. "What are you-" In mere seconds, I was on the bed with Blake on my lips.
"You know its not my fault people keep interrupting us" He smirked.
"Yes, well, it's not my fault you live with so many people"
"You are aware you're one of those people, right?" I blinked a few times. "Wait, seriously you didn't know?" And again. "You're kidding? My mom told you you'd be living here, how could you forget?" A smile spread across my face. You just fell into my trap.
As if realizing my plan, Blake's eyes widen. I push him off me and run for the door. Once I get it open, I'm stopped by a confused little boy.
"Are you browther's mate?"
"Umm..."
"Yes, she is. Now, Cody do you want to help me with something?" He said, a twisted smirk coming onto his face.
"Sure!" He chirped and Blake pointed to me.
"We're it." It took me a few seconds, but soon my brain started running and I bolted for the stairs.
"Fuck!" I run downstairs and into the kitchen only to be greeted by a blonde haired woman dressed in a mid thigh, pink dress. I scrunched up my nose due to how bright the dress really was.
When she turned around, she looked me up and down, laughing.
"Who the hell are you?" Oh. My. God. Her voice basically screams I'm-that-one-bitch-everyone-meets-in-high-school-and-that-sleeps-with-every-guy.
"You know I'm not surprised you're in the kitchen, Melan-" Blake laughed but stopped when he was fully in the room.
"Baby!" Barbie screeched. What? She's basically the definition of Barbie minus the 'kid friendly' part. Blake grabbed my hand, pulling me into the living room.
"Who was that?"
"No one"
"That didn't seem like no-"
"Eww! Don't touch her! Baby, why are you walking away?!" Baby? Ex maybe?
Kill her! Alexa yelled in my head.
Not yet...
"Fuck off" Blake growled, sitting us on the couch with me on his lap.
"Baby, she probably has STDs!" Oh, yeah, I have the STDs here.
"Shut the hell up!"
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Who Are We?
WerewolfMelanie Blood is a twenty-year-old hybrid who is trying to live on her own in the human world. After tragic events occur, she is forced to live in a dump, but now needs to find somewhere else to live. To her luck, she finds the one person she's tr...
