Pack Warrior [EDITING]

Chapter 6

After my run in with Damien, I had decided to avoid him for the rest of the week. This was easier than I thought, seeing as I was on the honor-roll, with no classes that had him in it, and we had no friends in common.

But finally, finally it was Friday. 

Tonight was the night of Tommy's party. He was turning eighteen, which was a big deal. When wolves turned eighteen, they usually found their mates. So there was going to be a massive party, so all the teenagers could hang out without our parents.

The adults had actually decided to leave the pack house for the night, instead using the guest houses that surrounded us. 

With no parents there, it was gonna be awesome.

There was supposed to be no drink, but there were plenty of twenty-one year old wolves who liked to cause mischief. 

Walking through the house after school, I saw all the streamers, balloons, food and everything else we needed, outside. All the doors were open, the sofas had been moved outside. Chairs and tables were scattered everywhere. There was a make-shift dance floor in the middle of the yard.

Lisa and I giggled as we headed for her bedroom. It was the same as mine, only slightly smaller. We decided she had more supplies for us to get ready for the night.

We still had plenty of time before we had to go downstairs, but we wanted to take all the time we could. I was certain Lisa was Tommy's mate. I just needed to get them out on the dance floor together.

Mates generally found each other in two ways: the male could usually tell just by looking into the eyes of the girl; and females could tell when she touched him. It didn't matter which happened first.

We both ran, taking long showers in our separate bathrooms, shaving and washing everything. Then we regrouped, wearing sweats. That's when Lisa got serious.

She wouldn't let me just sit and chill. She made me do my nails, my makeup, my hair. As if it was me that was trying to impress a guy. 

She sat in front of her mirror, spending ages perfecting everything. She add a like concealer to her skin, then did her eyes in a smokey effect. She then put on blush and lipstick. She looked beautiful, but that was nothing new.

She then moved on to her hair. She used her curling iron to curl each strand of hair perfectly. It fell down her back and framed her face.

I just watched as she fretted over each part of herself. I rolled my eyes as she groaned. I argued with her as complained about imaginary flaws.

I spent maybe half an hour to get ready. I did my makeup as natural as possible adding a bit of eye liner and mascara. I applied some lip gloss, and gave up swiftly after that.

I didn't have time to do my hair, so I quickly threw my hair in a messy bun, which left a few strands hanging around my face.

Despite my best efforts, Lisa managed to force me into a dress. A very simple dress, being sleeveless, black with white polka dots. I paired it with a brown belt and a pair of brown ankle boots.

Lisa was going more out there. She was wearing a tight, strapless black dress. She added a red necklace, red belt and red high heels. 

Music had been blasting from outside for a good half an hour when we finally decided to head downstairs at around 9.

The garden was full of people, walking and dancing. When we stepped outside, all heads turned to look at us. Lisa blushed like crazy, but I just kept walking towards the drinks table.

Grabbing two red cups, I poured vodka and soda in to each. I turned, handed one cup to Lisa and then we stood watching people wonder past.

Lisa was scanning the crowd and I smirked. I took a sip of my drink, tasting the vodka as it hit the back of my throat. I was enjoying it.