Can't Be Tamed

Chapter Thirteen: Farmhouse Fables

So, I'm back with chapter thirteen. Pic to the right is of Tyler. Vote and Comment.

-Sienna

Nicole's POV

"Your anti-hangover pills suck," I cursed, rubbing my temples, "And could you please slow down, unless you want me to puke in your precious car?"

"Nicole we're already driving at the speed of thirty on a highway. And pills take time to work. Have patience," Chris said tauntingly. I winced, the word patience had become a joke to Chris ever since he started calling my wolf that due to her lack of thereof. I leaned back in my seat. "How long will we stay there?"

"Pretty much the whole weekend," Claire replied. "Don't worry; I packed some sassy clothes for you."

"What?! I can't stay the whole weekend, I mean, I, I have to study," I lied.

"Oh come on, the test is on Wednesday, you'll have two days, and being the prodigy you are, you already have even revised twice, right?" Chris asked.

"Yes I have, but-,"

"No buts. I am your guardian; you have to bear with me."

I rolled my eyes. "Oh believe when I say that's exactly what I’ve been doing."

"Oh yeah, what about on the couch that day, or when you were in the towel?" Claire asked.  A teasing smile played over her lips. I blushed hard.

"Like I said then too, it's not what you think it is. It was mostly one sided, by Chris's side, that is."

"Mostly but not entirely," Chris said.

"Ugh, in my state, you're bound to make grammatical mistakes here and there." I put my head in my heads and hoped that they will be quiet for a while. Which they didn't. When “Highway To Hell” started playing on the radio they began singing. Great.

"You know, that song exactly portrays my feelings right now. But why not strangle two obnoxious, horrible singers, before I go to hell?” They managed to ignore my words and continued to sing. We reached the farmhouse in another fifteen minutes. A guard opened the main gate; Chris drove further and stopped the car in front of the door to the house. I got out and said thankfully, "I have never missed ground so much." Just then I heard a bark and a golden retriever came running towards me. I yelped and ran behind Chris, gripping his shirt tightly.

"Buster!" Chris exclaimed with joy while the dog kept jumping up and down on its hind legs. "How're you boy?" He patted Buster's head fondly. But the dog kept looking at leaping towards the newbie. Me.

"Chris! Get rid of it!" I screamed.

"Chris is surely enjoying this right now," Damon said with a smug smile. I did not see him coming out of the house and Lydia too, thanks to this hellhound in front of me.

"Chris, tell him to go away!" I yelled once again. And I could not believe how everyone was laughing at my poor condition. "You do realize sixteen year olds can get heart attacks too, right?"

"Buster, this is Nicole," Chris introduced. Buster got calmed down by then, but he was still wagging his tail, which I thought was dangerous. "See, he adores you." He really was enjoying this.

"F**k you, moron," I spat. The audience went all "Oooh"

"Hey, mind your tongue, Buster is my dog."

"So what will you do? Make him bite my head of?"

"That clearly explains why you're still so scared of him that you're holding my shirt."