Mystery Mate 2

Chapter 21: She has a journal?

  A week has passed and my day just went by normally every morning but many things have already changed. Let’s start from when I forced Eric to open the pack house again.

“What do you want?” Eric was looking at some papers in his desk when I came in. I sat down on the chair before trying to work my magic on him. “You look good.” I have to pretend not to gag at that. Though it was true, he was a guy any girl would go for. But he’s like a family to me, that imagination wouldn’t fit at any angle.

“What do you want?” he said again, looking through different papers like he was trying to figure something out. It looks like I came in the wrong time but I don’t care.

“Open the pack house.” I said.

He looked at me seriously, “Don’t start with me young lady.” He said, before returning his attention to the papers.

“But daddy!” I joked, but it sounded so wrong in my mouth I decided to stop it. “Then tell me the reason why. If it seems appropriate then I will back off.” I said.

And that’s when I got his tongue. He was being childish about it. I won’t eat every pack member I’ll encounter in this house.

“That is a possibility.” He replied when I said something about me not eating the pack members.

“They’re not Emma!” I defended.

And that’s the exact time the girl decided to show her butt up in my face. She was wearing the shortest skirt I have ever seen in my life. Too bad that she still didn’t get his attention because I was trying to piss Eric off. 

At the end of the conversation I finally got his yes, with matching ‘will you now please get out of my sight’.

So that’s how I ended up talking to some mothers who are very curious to why I was in the pack house.

“I’m Grace ma’am, Eric’s friend.” I said again and again.

Then the second thing was about my relationship with Emma. It seems to be getting worse every time we see each other. And Marinelle was with me all the time.

We were in the backyard to avoid all the people in the pack house when Emma showed up wearing her sports bra and short shorts.

“Ugh, why do I smell some dirt around here.” She looked as us like a gum stuck in her shoe.

Marinelle gave her a glare, “Because you’re in it.” Emma looked taken aback by Marinelle’s sudden attitude.

She just gasped before walking away. I gave Marinelle a high five, “You just wiped it clean.” I said.

Then there was the time when we were walking in the streets. Emma was wearing a designer outfit while she clung into some unknown boy. He was built I can say through the shirt. “Poop.” She muttered when she passed us. And at that same time I saw something in the bottom of her shoes. “In your heels.” I shouted.

She raised her nose, sniffing the air before her eyes landed to something brown and black color stuck in her shoes.

We both walked away in a hurry, ignoring Emma’s curse on us or the poop.

The guys don’t seem to notice a thing about her attitude. They only noticed the fact that me and Marinelle were hanging out time to time.

They even talked to me about it, of course Marinelle was there. After the talk, I’ve found something.

“Did she trick you?”

“What did you eat when you met her?”

“You brainwashed my poor cousin.” John said, hugging Marinelle by her side. She tried to get away from his grip, but he was holding her, sincerely scared.