Becoming Were

Chapter 8

Allison's POV

The minute my fist makes contact with her big, plastic nose, I feel horrible. I always told myself growing up that violence was never the answer. Yet here I am, taking my anger out on this, what's the polite name to call her? This... girl. I mean, she was jealous, simple as that. Everyone gets jealous at one point or another, but since the incident I have been awfully, physical, with my anger.

"You little BIT-" Hilary screams into Carson's hand as he covers her mouth. 

"OK, umm, maybe we should all cool down a bit. Take a breather." Carson says, trying to keep the peace while Hilary holds her now broken nose, looking like she is going to kill someone. Probably me. On the other hand, Ash and Max are giving each other a high-five and giving cheers in my direction, all the while, laughing their butts off. Carson and Derek are trying, and failing, to not laugh, and Emily is tearing up at the sight of her fuming big sister. As for my hot hunk of a mate, well Dylan looks proud.

Derek leads Emily, Dylan and me downstairs, while the rest of the boys calm down the slu- lovely lady.

This has all been so out of character for me, I'm not usually the fighting type. I don't go to parties, I don't stay up late or even swear. Although, ever since I shifted, I have felt the confidence that I have lacked all my life, come smashing back at me full force. I've known Dylan for-how long? A day, and even though he is my mate, I feel like I need him. Like I cannot possibly survive without his presence, and that scares me. The last boyfriend I had was wonderful, our relationship was almost perfect. Almost. That is, until he dumped me because I wasn't ready to completely give myself to him. To him, virginity was just another word in his endless vocabulary of unimportant things. To me, it was everything, I wanted the right person to have it, at the right time. Not in the back of his car at the local dollar-store. Yup, I know, I chose a classy one. The point is, Dylan is getting very close in my heart, very fast.

"Hey? You in there? Alice?" A hand waving in my face brings me back to reality and out of my own head. 

"Sorry," I mutter to my brother. Derek just gives me a lazy half smile, knowing how often I tend to zone out.

A silence fills the room as the four of us get comfy on two of the couches in the game room.

Emily is the first to break it, "Can I be the first to say: I LOVE YOU!" She screams. "No one has ever had the lady-balls to stand up to my sister before! She can be such a handful and I've been waiting for years for someone to put her in her place."

"It was a pretty good punch, wasn't it?" I ask, with a smirk on my face.

"Are you joking? Damn, I didn't know my mate was so feisty. I like it." Dylan says, wrapping his arm around me. I immediately cuddle in, until I realize what I'm doing and I slowly back away the slightest bit. Dylan notices my discomfort, and frowns.

"So what are you two going to do for the rest of the night?" I ask Emily and Derek. I just now realize what a long day it's been and the fact that it's only five o'clock. I have almost drown, met my mate, punched a girl, and it's not even night yet. Wow. I'm still in Dylan's clothes, as well. 

"Well, Emily is taking summer drama classes," Derek explains. "They're in the morning and evening."

"Yeah, I love drama! It's so great, we get to go all summer and we even put on a play in August! We're even going to learn how to cry on command." Emily says, looking excited. I smile in response.

"As for me, I have football training." Derek replies.

"In summer?" I ask.

"The college has training spread out throughout break. Something about keeping us in shape and all that." Derek responds. I nod.