The Pack Slut

fifteen

A knock sounded on my door. "Who is it?" I called pushing myself deeper into the covers.

"Mirren," she said entering the room. She looked me over in fake disgust. "You can't stay in your bed forever."

"Oh, but I can though..." I said as a matter of faculty. "I could survive in here for atleast a couple of days..." I gestured towards the water bottles and bags of chips piling on my bed side table.

"What...where did you even get all that?"

"Jax felt bad, I felt hungry." I shrugged.

She rolled her eyes and sat on the edge of my bed. Her hand reached for a BBQ bag of chips and opened it, immediately putting a chip in her mouth.

"Mirren!" I groaned. "That was dinner for Monday!"

"Eve, its Friday...did you really plan to stay in bed for an additional 3 days?"

"Yes!" I exclaimed. "Now I'm going to starve!"

"You're not going to starve, Eve!
There's food in all of our many fridges downstairs!" She put another chip in her mouth. "Let go to one of my friends house to get drunk, for real this time." She suggested.

"I'm seriously not leaving my bed, Mirren."

She ate another chip, then looked over at me with concern. "What's gotten into you?"

I shrugged, as if I didn't know the source of my laziness and withdrawal from social activities was due because of my mate situation.

"You're going."

"I'm not."

"You're going."

"I won't."

"Come on, Eve! Pleease?"

I looked at her. "No."

She screamed. She genuinely screamed. I jolted out of the covers, putting a hand over her mouth. She bit me and continued to scream.

"For fucks sake, Mirren. I'll go. Just shut up before you burst an eardrum."

She looked happy with herself, as she slid of my bed, taking the chips with her. "I'll come pick you up in an hour." With that, she winked and was out the door.

Who does that?

I lazily got off the bed and headed for the shower, where I washed my hair and body. I put on a black pair of jeans and a grey tank top, putting a black cardigan on top. I slipped on some white vans just as Mirren entered my room again.

"Ever heard of knocking?" I said, still looking down to tie my shoes.

"Never."

I looked up at her briefly, my eyes doing a double take. "You look...awfully good to just be going to a friends house..."

"Do I?" She said excitedly. "I want to look good but not too over the top."

"Why?" I asked standing up, fixing my cardigan.

"There's this one guy-"

"There are going to be guys?" I groaned and threw myself back at the bed. "I don't want to go, Mirren."

"I just need a wing-woman," she said pulling me up from the bed.

"What do you need to impress this guy for anyway?" I asked. "Save yourself for your mate."

"I am!" She defended. "I just need a little...attention? Fling? I don't know."