When Grey Met Purple

Chapter 20

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I gaped at my best friend, who was currently in front of the mirror, curling her hair, looking… quite indifferent.

“No, I’m not,” Saph replied curtly, not looking at all phased that she had been ‘rooted and booted’ as they say. I really honestly didn’t expect Damien of all people to be a player. But then again, that would be judging a book by its cover.

“Want me to kick his ass?” I asked her, which a slight frown.

She burst out laughing, much to my annoyance, “You? Kicking someone’s ass puh-lease, Cara, you can’t even hurt a butterfly.”

I frowned even more at her deliberation, that wasn’t true at all! “I can totally hurt a butterfly.”

Saph gave me this look that said ‘don’t lie to me, I know you.’ I grinned sheepishly.

“I’m fine Cara, don’t worry about me.”

Her smile was forced. I just knew it. I mean, what kind of best friend would I be if I didn’t?

It’s been nearly a month since I found out that my now official boyfriend (wow that makes my chest swell with pride), was a werewolf. It had taken me awhile to digest it. It brought a lot of pressure onto our relationship, because he was… different. In a good way I suppose. But in other ways he was a major plus into my life, more so than ever. His absolute dedication to me made the other girls envy me. Not so surprisingly there were rumors over my break up with Xavier. I hadn’t gone to see him yet, but today, I would. Not that I owed it to the creep or anything. I respected his family, and I was going for them.

Nothing much else had changed. Except that Reed and I had become good friends. He’s actually quite a cool person. Blade didn’t like it at all. He kept saying that he felt that there was something off about Reed. Not that I believed him, anyway. Boys will always be boys. The testosterone levels visibly increase when those two are in meters distance of the other. Blade was a tad possessive, but not to the extent Xavier was. Blade actually trusted my judgment above others.

Today we were both going out to a club… along with Layla, and the other girls- girls’ night out- its something all of us needed badly. Exams weren’t afar, and with all that were going on- the police basically being useless, pressure had amounted into my head. Obviously we had to get fake ID’s, and thanks to some very useful contacts of Layla’s we got them within two days.

The black mini-dress that I was wearing didn’t do much to hide my assets- much to my displeasure. But as Saph said when she practically stapled the thing to my body- ‘you gotta let your hair down once in awhile.’ My ringlets fell over my shoulders beautifully. I did my make-up by myself, almost mauling myself with the eye-lash curler.

“How are we getting to the Surge?” I asked as I slipped on a pair of clear heels, which made my legs look about a mile long.

“My car,” she replied, fastening an earring, “They’ll meet us there.” Sapphire was is in a pair of black hot pants and a white shirt with a peter pan collar. I swear she can pull of any look!

My phone buzzed in my pocket- Have a good time with the girls- it read. I grinned looking at the stream of x’s that followed. I replied- Will do stud, see you bright and early tomorrow. I added my own assortment of x’s and o’s to the end and sent it off.

“Come on, let’s go!” Saph exclaimed, grabbing my arm in a vice-like grip and dragging me down the stairs (which, by the way, was totally unnecessary).

*

The music was almost deafening.

But at least it was music worth to be deafened for. There was a live band of four boys- college age, raving on stage and sending the girls mental. Half of them were practically falling on their feet. I couldn’t see their faces from here, though. I was sitting by the bar with a glass of lemonade- seeing as I hate alcohol with a passion.