The Queen of Stars

Chapter 3

"Shut up Titus! Do you really want them to hear?" I snap quietly. I looked into his silver eyes and he just chuckled shrugging his shoulders. " you sure you wanna do this Stell?" I glared at him. " I'm sixteen one of the best worriers in the whole world and yet my parents still don't let me leave the house without them or twenty seven body gards! Even if I was so kind of god to all werewolves does not mean I can't live my life."I point out. He sighed nodding his head signalling that he was on board with my idea. I giggled mischievously.

I had tricked my father into giving me a disguise so that I wouldn't be found out by anybody. My father has the ability to change the shape of an object or person which can sometimes be charged by emotion which is where my mother gift comes in handy, she controls emotions and sometimes memories. It's really scary because you alway end up doing what she want you to do. I had fobbed off some lie about going for a long run with Titus and some of the worriers in the woods and would need to look different if I shift. I couldn't tell him I planned on going clubbing because he would murder me.

So now I had long straight brown hair and pale silver eyes, as appear to my usual long curly dirty blond hair and ocean blue and pale green eyes. My face and body shape had changed and felt strange to be in.

I started to feel nervous what if my parents found out. Titus seemed to be talking to me but I really couldn't hear him, i was to caught up in what i was going to do once i was finally free. 

" STELLA!" I jump and let out a small squeal, my thoughts snapping back to reality. I looked up at a grinning Titus. Pouting i place a hand on my chest. 

" Titus don't do that to me! What if i struggled from an incredible rare and fatale type of heart desire? Would giving me a heart attack really be the best idea??" I gave him a fake stern look. I kept it for a long time us just staring at each other... until Titus's eyebrow quirked. I burst out laughing, i was laughing so hard that i was wheezing. Titus was just watching me with amusement. 

" Only you could turn something so serious as a heart attack into a laughing matter." he snorted. He poked his head around the corner into the huge garage. " Your father's gone, honestly i'm surprised he didn't hear you though with all your elephant laughter going on out here."  He gave me a disapproving look. " I thought we were suppose to be keeping quiet?" He snickered. I just poked my tongue out at the idiot i call my best friend. 

I walked into the garage keeping my footsteps quiet, just incase someone was to come in and catch us, more specifically, my father.  My eyes scanned the flash garage for what i wanted. Then i see it Dads red convertible and my eyes widen in excitement. I squealed again completely forgetting that we were suppose to be keeping quiet. I suddenly felt giddy. I have always wanted to ride in the convertible. I skip over to the car beaming like a child on Christmas morning. I'm just imagining how snazzy i'll look pulling up to the club in this bad boy. 

I stare at the drivers seat and frowned. Its so unfair that Titus had to drive. I mean its not like i have a licence or anything but come on its my birthday! Anyway apparently it was one of his 'conditions' on coming on this act of rebellion with me. Even if he's too young to drive, somehow he still has a licence, my father told me it was part of the conditions towards him being my body gard. I walked over to the car stroking it. 

" If this car was a werwolf i wish it was my mate." I sigh, and walk over to the passengers seat plonking myself in the luscious leather seat. I was, despite the fact i wasn't allowed to drive, bouncing in my seat at the idea of actually going to a real club. I had read about it in so many books and the idea of going to one was so thrilling and super rebellious. If my parents found out, i doubt they would ever let me out of their sight again. I metal roll my eyes, i don't like how over protective they are. I deserve to live my life, go to school make real memories, do all the stuff that real teenagers do or at least werewolves.