Another Day in Paradise

Chapter 19

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Chapter 19

Dakoda

            I could deal with this. Marc was a werewolf. Alright. That's cool. That's normal. Oh, and so is the fact he almost kissed me again. Yup. That was normal. Saxon was wolfie. That too, was utterly normal. I'm sure people get told their great ear scratchers on a regular basis. Either that or I was finally going insane. Insanity was a definite possibility.

Isn't admitting you have a problem the first step to recovery?

            "Hey, you alright?" Saxon spoke, jerking me from my thoughts, and causing me to jump. His gray eyes were sparkling in amusement, but also concern. Why was everyone so damn concerned about me?

            "Fine." I muttered curtly, shaking my head and staring to the T.V screen blankly. Liza had turned it to some random channel, something about Mystery Diagnosis and I was trying to pay attention to no avail. My mind was completely blown.

Marc was a werewolf. Liza was a werewolf. Saxon was a werewolf. In fact, their whole families were werewolves.

How many other werewolves went to our school?

            Marc and Liza walked into the living room, both carrying multi-colored glasses. The man – Trace was it? – was inspecting the laptop back at his house, to see how Marc's dad had started it on fire, another thing that puzzled me. Why did Marc hate his dad so much? Why did they seem to want and challenge him so badly? If he really was such a horrible alpha, they could always just kick him out of his position, couldn't they? You don't even know anything about werewolves, a voice whispered. Stop acting like things are so simply fixed, when they probably would've done something already if it were that simple. Marc sat down on the couch next to me, handing a glass of iced coffee to me.

            "Thanks." I muttered, sipping it and refusing to meet Marc's gaze. Liza sat on the second couch with Saxon, leaving Marc and I sitting alone.

I was going to kill her.

            Now that I knew Marc was seriously trying to get me to like him, I was nervous. More than nervous even. My stomach felt like it was filled with thousands of wings, my heart wouldn't stop fluttering, and everything just felt awkward. It was bad enough that Marc had already tried to kiss me once. That I could've ignored and possibly even forgotten. But no, he just had to try and almost kiss me again, then tell me he was trying to get me to like him. Liza and Saxon were completely okay with it too. They acted as if it were the most casual thing ever. Was it some weird werewolf thing?

Hollywood movies teach nothing.

            "So, besides the excitement in seeing my computer catch fire, how has your past two days been?" Marc asked me. Looking up to him with a frown, a shrug, and a nervous glance towards Liza who was watching me expectantly, I responded.

            "It was alright. Yours?" My response was simple. I didn't have to go into detail. I wasn't saying things were great, but I wasn't giving anything away about how much it sucked. Great. Marc didn't seem to like it though. I could sense his disappointment although he didn't show any.

            "Same." He answered, looking dejectedly towards the T.V screen. I sipped my coffee but felt someone's annoyance spike the air. My eyes found Liza who was looking at me with pursed lips and chastising eyes. 'What?' I mouthed to her. She glared in my direction, pointing to Marc, then to me, then to her mouth. 'Talk to him!' she seemed to be saying. Wincing, I dropped my gaze. How was I supposed to talk to Marc? I wasn't good at talking to people. In fact, I was horrible at it. The only reason Piper had ever been my friend was because I had talked to Piper in one brief moment of courage. All of that had long since passed. What did Liza expect me to do? So I just shrugged at Liza, whose exasperation thickened the air in my lungs. Fantastic.