They Fell Into Bed [Editing]

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The party for Lydia was in full swing my mid evening. There were easily a few dozen people stuffed inside Harper's house, and while it was a large space, it seemed full. Someone had brought in speakers and hooked them up to a computer so they could blare music in the house, but it wasn't ridiculously loud; just loud enough to be heard in the front room and kitchen, which was where most of the party goers congregated. It smelled of sweat anywhere you stepped, because everyone was taking full advantage of the atmosphere and dancing along to the music. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves, and Harper smiled through the uncomfortable knot forming in her stomach. She never liked the idea of too many people surrounding her, but that was probably a product of being a social outcast for most of her life. She thought that if she had grown up normally, surrounded by her pack like anyone else would have been, then she could have been dancing on the table and living it up right now. She scanned the front room, searching for Adam, and spotted him crammed on the couch with three girls from the pack. He seemed to be having a great time, and Harper rolled her eyes. Boys, she thought.

She suddenly felt a pull in her gut and frowned. She turned and saw a couple more people walking into her house. Among them was Bryson, and he tugged a girl by the hand behind him. Harper's eyes widened. It was Samara, a younger girl in the pack; she was still in her teens, unlike most of the people here. She frowned, because she didn't know why she felt a pang of hurt at seeing them together, but she did. She tasted a thickness in her mouth and furrowed her brows. That was a feeling that usually came with drinking alcohol, in her experience, but she hadn't had any. When she looked at Bryson, however, she noticed he had a bottle in his free hand, and her eyes widened. Sharing feelings with another wolf was something that usually only happened once they had been mated for a long time. She shook her head and tried to ignore it, moving away from the view of Bryson and the girl. She found herself walking into the kitchen and bumped into someone who grabbed her, pulling her to the side.

"Holy shit, Adam, you scared the bajeezus out of me!" she said, breathing heavily. She folded her arms and looked up at her older brother.

"Sorry," he said, "I just saw you over there looking like you were about to punch the wall and I wanted to ask what's up."

Harper looked away. "Nothing, I'm fine, I'm just going to go to my room and relax, I don't like crowds," she excused herself and headed towards her room. The door was slightly ajar, and she narrowed her eyes. She always locked her door, but because she had been worrying about this party all day, she had forgotten to before it started. Her eyes widened and she opened the door. Her eyes fell on two pack members around her age that she recognized, Leon and Amanda, and she shouted. "Get out, get out please!"

A couple of guys were trying to squeeze past Harper in the hallway, and one of them looked in, hooting, "Leon, good score, man!" Leon broke away from Amanda and both of their faces heated in embarrassment. They stood, Amanda straightening her skirt, and hurried out of the room, murmuring an apology as she passed Harper. Harper slammed the door behind her and leaned her back against it, breathing out. She suddenly didn't feel so good about this party anymore. Not that she really was for it in the first place - she just went with it for Lydia's sake. She wished time would go faster, so it could all be over and she could finally sleep. She walked to her dresser and picked up a bottle of perfume off the top. She didn't often use perfume, but she had a few bottles of it just in case. She sprayed around the room a few times to rid it of the smell of sex, and removed her sheets from her bed, placing the dirty ones in the hamper and replacing them with a fresh set. There was a pile of blankets in one dresser drawer, and she opened it and grabbed a red woolen one, shutting the drawer and heading to her bed, where she sat and pulled the blanket around herself sloppily. She sighed and relaxed into her bed, her head hitting the pillow softly.