Comes with the Territory

Chapter 11 CWT

“Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!”  Gage shouted, beating his fist into his palm. He pulled out his finger-scissors, where I made my hand into a gun.

“Pow, pow, pow!”  I yelled, recoiling my hand with each POW as I shot him in the head with my ninja bullets.

“Hey, Mica, you can only pick from rocks scissors or paper!” he cried, crossing his arms and pouting. I poked his nose while laughing manically, gleeful for winning the game.

“No, you can shoot people, too! See, ‘Rock, paper, scissors, shoot?” I explain, making sure to keep my tone as condescending as possible to annoy him. It worked. A little too well, if you ask me. He lunged and tackled me to the ground, driving the breath from my lungs.

“Die, hippo, die!” I gasped as I elbowed the top of his head, inflating my lungs with the extra room it gave me. I flipped us, putting my feet on his chest but still holding onto his hands. I stood, making him emit a breathless squealing sound that was very manly (not).

“Surrender, weak mortal!” I yelled drawing the attention of the others in the room. We were in a sort of rec room, and I must say, I’m thinking of dumping my mattress and eloping with this room instead. The walls were red and shiny, and a huge flat screen graced the far wall. Brooke and Niall were curled up on one of the cream-colored couches, making lovey-dovey eyes at each other. Blah. Tessa and Willy were playing air hockey in the corner, lip-locking with every point. Double blah. Hunter who I met after the mate-thingy at breakfast was popping chips in his mouth like they were going out of style with Sam. Gurr, I really hate Sam. No one holds me down after kidnapping me after knocking me out. That’s just not cool, bro. Not cool.

“Hey, Mica, don’t you don’t hurt pack members!” Sam snarled, taking a step towards me, but I growled lowly at him. I think we should kill him, Hellcat said in my head, and I some-what agreed. But, murder is bad, Hellcat. Just like most fun things in the world.

She just grumbled to herself and slunk into her cozy little Hellcat corner to do whatever it is did in my head. Oh my, that’s kind of scary. What if she’s a perv? Creeper method! I’m neither a creeper nor a perv, Mica; I’m your Inner Animal, whom is a tiger. Any questions? I knew I was pushing the envelope, but I just had to do it.

What is the answer of everything? I asked her, and she hissed at me. Man, touchy, are we? At least I know why I’m not a normal, whiny hormonal teenage girl. Hellcat too it all for me! Yay for them, phooey for me. I mean, I’m the one who has to hear her whiny and complain all day, and suffer through her lack of sense of humor.

I can hear you, you know. She growled, making me wince as it echoed in my head. Yowzers, what spilt its hot beverage on her and didn’t apologize? I was brought back to reality when Gage groaned from beneath me. I jumped off of him, helping him up, all the whiles not taking my eyes off the hulk of inbred muscle that had his lip curled at me in distaste. Yeah well, you aren’t my best friend either, bucko. So get off your high-flipping-horse and grow some balls.

“Yo, dude, back off. We were only having some fun,” Gage said, once stable on his feet. The others in the room were looking at us warily, obviously not very big fans of Sammy-boy either. Props to them.

“No, she attacked you, which isn’t right,” he yelled, gesturing wildly at me. Hellcat pushed a savage snarl from my throat, making it ach and the people around me jump. I stepped away from my new buddy (Gage, for those of you who don’t know I only play Rock Paper Scissors with my friends,) and stood in front of the others.

“Now hold the phone, kid, but if memory serves, you are the one who knocked me out and kidnapped me,” I stressed, and watched in curiosity as everyone but Sam stood behind me, all of them making some sort of threatening noise, depending on their Inners. Like for instance, Niall was snarling and Brooke was making some sort of evil barking thing. Tessa was yowling, Willy was making a threatening bark-thingy, and Gage was growling. Sam took a step back, clearly understand that I was a badass with the loyal pack mates, and he was the prick who has his head too far up his ass to see that we all hated him.