Pack Warrior [EDITING]

Chapter 14

My eyes narrowed in on Maddie. She was sitting in some guy's lap, giggling and flipping her hair. Those stupid extensions, I'd love to rip them out.

I stalked towards her, stood in front of her and put my hands on my hips. 

"What the hell do you want bitch?" She turned to face me with a look of disgust. "I had the alpha going crazy at me for punching you. Now I'm on cleaning duty for two weeks. Plus, my parents cut my card allowance. You bitch, got what you deserve."

"So, what? You're blaming me because you got rejected and decided to punch me in the face? All I did was laugh. I didn't see you punching Damien. Now, the fact that you actually slashed my tyre is petty, immature and I'm pretty pissed about it."

"Oh you poor baby. God, all I have heard today is people talking about you. But really, no one cares about you. Big deal if you saved the brat from rogues."

I snapped. I decided to do what I wanted today. God knows I needed it. I reached forward, grabbed a clump of her hair, and dragged her off the guy's lap. She started screeching, clawing at my hand, but I ignored it.

I dragged her through the kitchen, where most of my friends just stared wide-eyed. Once we were outside, I flung her to the ground and stood over her.

She jumped up, her hair a mess and she looked pissed. I was loving it.

"Oh my god, you bitch! I'm going to kill you for messing up my hair."

I kept my face stoic. She lunged forward, but I easily dodged her attacks. She kept throwing punches, but I was too fast for her. I was running circles around her.

Then, just when I saw she was getting tired and was just throwing random punches, I pulled my arm back and hit her. I heard a crack, and she fell over. She tried to scream, but it was muffle.

I looked down at her and saw her mouth full of blood. Her jaw was at an awkward angle. I had broken her jaw.

"And that Maddie, is what you get for messing with me. Bitch." I then turned to find James, Lisa, Tommy and Damien all staring at us.

I walked over where I quickly high fived Lisa and then skipped into the kitchen. I grabbed a box of cereal and started stuffing it into my mouth.

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The next day seemed to be better. School dragged like usually, but I didn't get a flat tyre or drag a girl by her hair.

By the time I got home from school, I needed a nap. But my desire to sleep was interupted by Bailey running out from the kitchen.

"Emmy! You need to come help Damien before he burns down the house!"

I sighed, plastering a smile on my face and followed the smell of burning. What was he doing now?

I walked into the kitchen to find flour everywhere. It seemed to be on everything. My mouth dropped open and I knew I wasn't going to get my nap. Damien was standing in a pink apron, holding a tin of what looked to be burnt cupcakes. Four children, including Bailey, sat at the island and watched him as he gave me a pathetic look.

"Help me."

I shook my head, feeling the weight of the day. But instead of crawling into bed like I wanted, I dropped my bag on the floor, rolled up my sleeves and walked over to Damien. I grabbed the tray from him and threw it in the bin. 

"Clean all this up, quickly, and then I will show you how to bake some cupcakes." 

He ran about, a little on the crazy side, tidying each surface and piling dishes in the sink. We would deal with that later.

"Alright, now that we're done with that, I need you to get these ingredients." We moved back and forth, him watching intently as I moved around. My baking skills were nothing to my mother's but I could do cupcakes.

The kids watched us, following us. By the time I had put the cupcakes in the oven, everyone looked a little bored.

"Hey, are you guys falling asleep over there?"

Each one looked at me with sleepy eyes. "We're bored Emmy. This is taking aaagggeeesss." Bailey dragged out the word.

I smirked. "Well then, we need to make things more exciting." I quickly stuck my hands in the bag of flour, grabbing handfuls, and then moving around the island. Each of the kids screeched and took off running. Laughing, I followed them outside, throwing the flour around myself.

We spent the next twenty minutes running around. They eventually ganged up on me, piling on top of me and holding me down. That's when they started tickling me. I laughed and shouted out. Then I heard the beeper going off.

"Ok guys, unless you want burnt cupcakes. we better head inside." They all groaned, and slowly got off me. "Hey, no moaning or you won't get to decorate." This caused them jump up and skip inside.

I got up too. My clothes, and the garden, were covered in flour. I chuckled and headed inside. I saw Damien looking at us, but he was frowning. I ignored it, moved to the oven and pulled out the perfect cupcakes. 

I smiled, and laid them out. Each of the kids grabbed icing, sprinkles and whatever else they needed. I let them get to work decorating while I started to tidying up. I washed all the dishes, cleaned the surfaces and then looked at the floor. There was flour everywhere. 

After that was done, I moved outside. I stood at the door, and breathed deeply. It was getting darker, and I knew that we would have to start on dinner soon. But I was so tired.

Damien came and stood beside me. "I don't know how you do it."

I looked up at him. "Do what?"

"I could barely keep them entertained for ten minutes. And then you come in and you're just like a ball of energy. You're great with them."

I laughed. "Well I should be. I've spent the past three years of my life looking after them. And others like them. You just need some practice."

He shook his head. "No, its more than practice. You just seem to have this way with them."

Shrugging, I looked up at the sky. "My mom says the same. She says I was born to be a mom. She doesn't exactly approve of me wanting to be a pack warrior."

"I get that. It's all she's ever known. Not everyone is going to be as accepting of it."

I snorted. "You can sure talk about accepting. Not five days ago you were calling me weak. Not that supportive."

"That was before. Before you held me down and tried to kill me."

I rolled my eyes. I then heard people wondering into the kitchen. I turned to see a few women from the pack, and a few teenagers wondering around. They waved at us and I smiled back.

I then heard my mom. "Emmy, are you planning on coming and helping?" She was tying her long hair up and pushing up her sleeves.

I paused, knowing Damien was meant to be doing my chores. I sighed. "Of course mom. What are you making?"

She smiled. "We are doing a chicken and ham pie with mashed potatoes. From scratch of course."

I nodded. "Sounds good mom. Want me to start on the pastry?" 

"That would be great honey."

I made my way over, grabbing ingredients. I ignored the fact that I was tired, and the fact that my hair was a mess. I just did what I had to do.

I saw Damien watching me. I rolled my eyes. "If you want to get better, you're going to need practice. Get over here and start learning."

He smiled, walking over and taking a place beside me. At least he was trying.

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