Becoming Were

Chapter 7

Allison's POV

I am wondering what Dylan is going to ask me when we are interrupted by the slutty blonde I saw at the party. OK, Alice, be nice. She might be a very sweet girl.

"What the hell do you think you're doing hugging my boyfriend?" The girl screams. I take that back. She steps into the room, and I realize she looks like one of those angry cartoons, with red faces and steam coming out of their ears. But without the steam, of course. Her makeup is heavy and her face has a distinct orange shade because of it. She's wearing enough makeup to put a clown to shame. I'm sure she would be very pretty if she was introduced to a wet wipe. She is dressed in short shorts, that don't leave very much to the imagination and a low cut tank top that might as well be a bra. Her hair is blonde, but I see the brown roots showing. 

Dylan and I stay where we are. The unknown girl looks between us and her eyes narrow. Wait a moment- did she say he was her-

"Wait. Your boyfriend?" I ask, stepping away from my mate.

She yells "Yes!" at the same time Dylan screams, "No!" 

I look between the two, thoroughly confused.

"She is definitely NOT my girlfriend," Dylan defends, looking disgusted at the thought of dating this unknown girl.

"Yes, he is my boyfriend! I mean come on, with a body like his how could he not have a girlfriend." The girl says, looking smug. She moves in between us and wraps her arms around Dylan's waist. I release a deadly growl that surprises everyone, the girl's jaw drops while Dylan smirks in triumph.

"Get your damn hands off of my mate." I demand.

"Say what?" The little bitch has the nerve to ask. "I'm sorry you must not know who I am. My name is Hilary Lerner."

"I don't give a shit what your name is." I say through clenched teeth.

"My father is the Beta of our pack, so you better not speak to me that way!" Hilary yells.

"MY father was the PAST Beta! MY mate is the soon to be ALPHA! You have nothing on me." I scream back.

I grab Hilary's stuck up little self and basically pick her up and throw her out of my mate's room.

"Sorry honey, but maybe you should try finding your own mate instead of pathetically trying to take away mine." I say, ending our little argument. OK, that was an understatement: ending our very heated argument. 

I slam the door in her shocked face. I can feel myself still fuming from this encounter. Good to know there will be Weres in the pack that I don't get along with. I suppose things won't get too plain with the drama. 

 "That was the hottest thing I have ever seen." Dylan says bluntly. I swiftly turn towards him and narrow my eyes.

"That was such a guy thing to say," I respond, then walk out of his room to mine down the hall. I hear Dylan's footsteps and his heart beat pick up as he hurries after me. 

I walk into my room and face plant on my bed. I sense Dylan's presence and the next thing I know, I feel weight on my back and I know he's sitting on me. 

I try to say, "get off of me!" but it comes out as, "geekachnonee!" 

Dylan just laughs at my failed attempt and I scowl into my pillows. I reach up my fists and start punching his sides, thankful for my new Were strength.

"Ouch! Damn it, Allison!" Dylan yelps and jumps off of me. I sit up and Dylan glances at my head before he falls off of my bed, laughing and clutching his six pack that he calls a stomach. My eyebrows come together in confusion and I run towards my mirror on my dresser and scream when I see my static hair standing up at all angles. Dylan controls his laughter and looks up at me once again, before he bursts into another round of manly giggles.