OLD VERSION: Amendable (Book 3 in the Original SOCIETY Series) ✔

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I think I bruised my ass.

It's still throbbing as I am standing beside the table, holding onto the top of the chair in front of me while I suck in a breath from the ache I can still feel. My head bent forward, squeezing my eyes shut and tried to breathe out slow.

It didn't do shit.

I glanced in the direction of the dining room entrance where---on the other side of the wall---would be the front door. Where an unpleasant visitor would be waiting.

What was Easton doing here anyway?

I scrunched my nose, narrowing my eyes in the direction of the entrance then rolled my eyes because my dad had walked by---without sparing me a glance---as his voice carried over to say, "He's waiting..."

It felt like a long walk to get to the front door. It really did. The whole way I was running through my brain trying to figure out what could Easton possibly want that he'd have to make his way over here to my house of all places.

The moody Werewolf shouldn't be over here. At least not without the Six. There really was no reason for him to be over here.

Standing in front of my closed front door, I took a deep breath and stared at the wooden surface. I just kept thinking that maybe if I stood there long enough that Easton would just go away. Then I'd be able to go to my room and not have to deal with Mr. Moody.

A muffled "I can hear you breathing, Red," came through the door and I jumped wide eyed.

Blinking repeatedly at the door, I scrunched my nose before groaning and snatched the knob to tug open the door. My eyes immediately landed on the tall Werewolf that was invading my property.

He was leaned against the porch railing with his hands tucked away into his jean jacket pockets, one boot foot crossed over the other. This had become a constant posture for Easton, I noticed. He was always casually standing around with a careless expression on his face. Kind of like now.

I couldn't help notice that the front of Easton's hair had grown a little since the last time I'd seen him. Which was a few weeks ago actually when there was a birthday celebration for Mr. Dennison. Except Easton looked just as miserable then as he did now.

Those blue eyes of his were pinned on me under his furrowed brows and I felt a brow of mine rise slowly as I swallowed hard. I really hated when he looked at me like that. I never understood why he would. Sometimes, it felt like he was saying how much he hated me (and everyone else he looked at) without actually saying anything at all.

I glanced at the way the tip of his ears peered from behind his blond hair and wondered if my hair was in that much of a haircut compared to his. Blinking a few times with a frown, I cleared my throat, and straightened while stepping out onto the porch. With each step I took, the floor boards creaked.

Glancing down at the porch, I mentally noted that maybe I could fix it in order to give me something to do... you know, other than babysitting that God damn fish.

My mouth pursed to the side, sucking in my cheek a little as I awkwardly tucked my hands into the pockets of my pants---though I barely fit my fingers in from how short the pockets actually were---then shrugged nonchalantly.

"Hi."

Laaaaaaame.

I winced at my greeting, but didn't miss the way Easton's eyes narrowed slightly---or the ghost of a grin from my awkwardness.

Asshole.

Swallowing again, I shrugged my shoulder and forced out, "What brings you around here?"

Easton continued to stare for a good minute---I honestly think he did that shit on purpose because he knows how fucking much I hated it---which made me fidget from one foot to the other. I kept finding myself glancing down between us to him and back, and to him again.