Don't Burn Out (Currently Editing)

Seventeen

"Zayn relax I will be okay."

"I know, but I don't want you to go."

"Zayn Javadd Malik if you don't let go of Tiffany's arm I will cut your arm off with a rusty fork." Waliyha threatened.

"Oh Waliyha, how I love it when you threaten to cut me with random objects."

Zayn pulled me into his arms again. "Be good, Tiffany."

"I'm always good." I begin to pull away, but he still holds me tight.

"Don't think I've forgotten about last night. You seemed so happy this morning I didn't want to ruin it, but I wanna talk later today about it."

I was a fool to think he would let it go.

"That's true, but I can't say the same about them." Without letting go of me, Zayn looked over my should. "You, return her to me exactly the way I gave her to you, or there will be repercussions." Zayn's tone was playfully, but I could tell he meant every word.

I heard a few 'Yes Alpha's mostly like from the warrior wolves and snorts from Louis and the girls. Zayn kissed my cheek, and let out of my waist. He reached in his pocket and pulled out his wallet. He slipped a thin piece of plastic in my hand: his credit card. I guess I have gotten to the point where, I gave up on arguing with him about spending a bunch of money on me.

"Bye Tiffany."

"Goodbye Zayn."

Before Zayn could change his mind about letting me go Waliyha pulled me out the door.

Doniya, Safaa, Elizabeth, Elizabeth and two girls whom I suspected to be Danielle and Alessandra, Eleanor's mate, followed us out the door. The Etas were not too far behind.

"He is so annoyingly overprotective." Doniya purposely said so Zayn could heard it.

So I played along. "True. He's overbearing."

There was a loud growled. The girls and I giggled, and began to get in the car.

Zayn is quite protective and I understand why. We are at war and he sees me as small and fragile; I don't hate him for that most people mistakenly judge books by their cover.

Other than that, I finally got to really speak to Danielle, Eleanor, and Alessandra. My meeting with Eleanor at my joining ceremony was brief, but from those moments I had with her I could tell she was a bright and confident woman. I never got the chance to meet Danielle or Alessandra that night.

"Hello Luna. I'm Dani. Liam's mate." The taller brown skinned girl spoke holding her hand out to me.

I shake her hand just the way my mother taught me. "Hell Danielle. Please call me Tiffany."

"Of course." She smiled softly.

"And I am Epsilon Alessandra Valentine! I apologise for not be at your joining ceremony it was my very first patrol shift."

After the introductions were over I sit back and watch every one else. All of the girls different personalities fit well together. Eleanor was more sassy, loud, and outspoken. Alessandra is a lot like Eleanor, but not as a outspoken. Danielle was sweet and quiet. Doniya acted as the mother of the group and Safaa was much like Dani until you made a deal with her. And Waliyha is merely a younger version of Eleanor.

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"We're here!" Alessandra yelled shoving everyone out of the way to get out first. "Love you guys, but I've been in this car with you for too long."

Eleanor rolled her eyes, and hopped out the car. I followed after her. Two guards stood at the door. One was Leo the other is a boy about the size of Leo with dark brown hair and eyes so dark they appeared black. I remember seeing him around the pack and at my ceremony, he sat in the front row with Liam.

As my eyes caught his, he lowered his head out of respect. Before I turned my attention to Leo I glimpse of a ghost of a smirk upon his lips. Something about him ran chills down my back and gave me the oddest sense of déjà vu.

Out the corner of my eye give him one last look over then address Leonardo.

"Oh hey Leo, Zayn made you babysit us?"

"Yeah, but it's alright because I get to protect the Luna and some of the highest ranked girls of the pack, so yeah I'm kinda a big deal now."

I playful rolled my eyes. Classic cocky boy. "Goodbye Leo."

He chuckled and opened the door for us.

"Hello ladies!" A short woman with a pixie-styled hair cut, and perky voice said. (*cough* Twihards where you at?)

"Alice!" The girls screamed; they ran to hug her.

"Hey guys." Alice looked up to meet my eyes. A soft smile formed on her Cupid's bow lips. "Let go of me you twats I want to meet our Luna."

"You didn't have to be mean about it."

"Oh hush, Waliyha you're always mean."

Waliyha rolled her eyes, and tried to fight off a smile. "You're right. I am a meany."

"Mean and proud." Eleanor added.

"Hell yeah." Waliyha gave Dani a high five. Then the two walked off together. The others walked off in different directions.

Alice turned to me. "Well aren't you gorgeous," I blushed, and muttered a soft 'thank you'. "Hi I'm Mary-Alice Valerie James. I just go by Mary or Alice. Mary-Alice sounds so old fashioned."

"I'm-"

"Of course I already know your name. You're Tiffany our Luna," She smiled. "Now c'mon we have a lot of work to do." She looped our elbows together, and lead me to a rack of dresses.

It was almost three hours later, I probably have tried on a million dresses; most of them were gorgeous, but they were not for me. The other girls seemed to have the same problem. Expect for Safaa and Eleanor they found their dresses quickly.

"Okay Tiffany, what about this dress?" Alice struggles as she carries a dress bag. I help her hang it on a hook then unzip the bag. Ivory tulle and black lace spill over the black bag. A sweetheart neckline with black lace dripping from the bust to the to halfway down where my thigh would be.

'Damn..' Athena whispers. 'Put it on.'

"It's gorgeous, Alice. Help me try it on, please."

"Sure." I step into the fitting room with Alice only a step behind. She unbuttoned the dress and helped me step inside. Alice and I struggle to pull up the heavy dress.

"Suck in a little; this one is kinda tight." After pulling on the stuck zipper for awhile, it finally went all the way up.

The bodice was super tight; the bottom flared out to give the dress a nice mermaid shape.

"Wow it's really gorgeous."

Alice smirked. "The dress is nothing. It's all about the person wearing the dress. You make the dress pretty."

I smiled. "Thank you, Alice."

"Don't thank me. Now let's show the girls."

"Okay."

All of the girls complemented my dress. "So Tiffany are you saying yes to the dress?" Eleanor questioned.

"Yes. I'm say yes to the dress."

They cheered.

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I apologize for this mess of character. I swear this is probably the worst chapter ever, but eh I don't really care too much to really edit it or completely rewrite it.

But anyway yeah there's the chapter.

Remember, all lives didn't matter until we PoC (Black people) began to love ourselves. Don't let anyone tell you different because if you study history, it will prove my point.