Issac
I wore my white and navy shirt along with black jeans and converse. Fixing my hair, I watched as Emron walked around the room seaching for his leather jacket.
"Ahh! Found that sucker!" He held it in his large hands. He dances while wearing it and I half-smile at him.
"You're going to pick up Chelsea?" I ask him, sitting down as he pulls his hair into a small bun.
"Yeah," he breathes, "Aren't you picking up- Oh I forgot she's occupied." He makes fun of me.
I roll my eyes, "Who's occupied?" Calum exits the bathroom, wearing my jeans and a Blue sports shirt.
"Isn't that mine?" I point at his jeans.
"Was," he smirks. I roll my eyes again, looking at Emron.
"Who's occupied?!" He nags, patting my back.
"Shh- Don't touch me!" I flinch away.
Emron laughs, "He's mad because Beatrice is with someone."
"Ohhh!" Calum laughs loudly.
"I'm not," I defend myself, "I don't care about her like that."
"Yeah right," Calum smiles and I look fiercely at him.
"Whatever you say, brother." Emron smriks as he grabs his cellphone from the couch beside me.
I groan loudly, "Are you done?" I ask Emron, looking at his clothes.
"You go ahead," he says making me stop, "Take Calum with you, I'll come after a few minutes."
"He wants the girl all to himself," Calum says as I look back and forth between them.
"Chelsea? You like her?" I allow myself to ask, opening the door.
"She's my mate." He answers lowly, "I can feel it."
"Awe! Emron found his mate!" Calum claps his hands like a little kid.
"Grow up," I hit his head and he groans, "Congrats brother." I say, moving outside.
"We'll be waiting in the parking lot," Calum says and we head outside.
Calum and I waited in the truck for over fifteen minutes. How long does it take to get a girl? Just compliment her, hold her and get her down here already!
"Stop doing that!" Calum exclaims, gazing at my foot.
I stopped shaking it and let out a deep breath, "I can't wait for this night to be over."
"Why?" He raises an eyebrow, smirking at me, "Beat-"
"Don't even mention it," I warn him and he laughs.
"Oh c'mon! You can tell me, Issac. I know you like the girl." He pats my back and I flinch away.
"I don't feel any-" I stopped once I saw Beatrice moving her way to us wearing a short hot pink dress. With her hair curled and light makeup, she looked flawless as ever.
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Deviance
Werewolf"Never thought a pair of grey emerald eyes would be able to change the way of an old hard heart and although you're what distracted me from my mission in life, I've never enjoyed being a deviant as much as I do now"
