Haunted by the Past

Chapter 8: Part 1

                                                                               Chapter 8

I wake up and try to stretch but can't move my arms. Looking down at them I find myself in Brandon's arms and a smile creeps onto my face. I just lay there in his warm embrace for a little bit until I have to get up.

Once I get into the kitchen I start looking in the cabinets for some breakfast. 

"Cereal, no. Granola bar, no. Fruit, no." Just when I'm about to give up I think of it, "BACON!"

I rush to the fridge and take out all the bacon inside of it because it's bacon and I can eat like three pounds of it in less than five minutes. And because Brandon is a teenage boy, plus a werewolf so he could probably eat three times as much as me if he wanted to.

As the aroma of bacon started to fill the house Brandon burst out of the door, still looking half asleep.

"Well hello there Sir," I say.

"Hey," he says back. "Why didn't you tell me you were gonna make bacon?"

"Because I didn't know myself that I was going to make it until about ten minutes ago when I first thought of it. So calm down," I answer, giving him a plate of bacon. I grab a piece off of his plate and pop it in my mouth. "Mmm, wavy bacon. Aren't you gonna start eating?" I say. "I mean, I guess I could eat it all," And with that Brandon starts shoving it all into the black hole in his head we all call a mouth, cause I don't joke around about bacon.

After I finish cooking the rest of it I give him most of it and put some on my plate and start eating. "That's all you're eating?" he asks.

"It's fine," I say. "I was eating it while you were still in the bedroom. So I already ate a lot."

When we finished eating I looked at the clock and saw that I still had time to shower before going to school started.

Ten minutes I walk back into the bathroom to do my makeup, wearing yoga pants and a jacket from Rue 21. Today I'm deciding to be lazy so I just put on minimal makeup-mascara and my bright pink Baby Lips-and then shove the Baby Lips into my pocket. Good enough.

I walk into the living room to find Brandon sitting on the loveseat. When he see's me he whines, "Can we just stay here today. I don't really feel like going to my personal prison today."

 "I don't want to go to the pits of hell today either," I say, referring to school. "But I can't just leave my study hall buddy all alone to deal with that evil librarian a whole hour!"

"Why not?" he whines, "Lora is perfectly capable of dealing with the old bat on her own."

"I'm worried that Lora may give Mrs. Yanders a heart attack if I'm not there to keep her grounded."

"Good point. So, let's go so you can play babysitter," he says with a smirk.

"I don't play babysitter, I just keep her from saying things that will get her sent to the dungeons," I say, meaning the office. "God knows it would only take her a matter of minutes to dig the secretaries and Mr. Parker," the principle, "their graves if she wanted to."

"I'm fine with that as long as she digs one for Mrs. Yanders also," he laughs.

I roll my eyes and say, "Is everyone in this town set on having a criminal record by the time we finally graduate?"

"Only if it pisses you off," he teases, "Otherwise, wheres the fun in it?"

"Oh great, you're in on it too," I mumble. "Let's get going. I don't want to be late."