Allegedly

Chapter One- Date

Monroe groped me from behind. "Aw my baby Shiloh! You're getting so big!"

"M-Monroe!" I shrieked. I quickly tried to take her hands out from inside my shirt.

She laughed and sat back down on the couch next to me (Practically on top of me) where she almost spilled my coffee.

"Stop molesting me, you could've spilled m-my coffee..." I said looking at the spilt coffee that dripped from the side of the cup and onto my pants. Thankfully, she didn't spill allot.

"Well, if you keep making that face of yours, I can't help myself!" She basically yelled even though I wasn't even a foot away from her, her voice deeper than mine. Her voice is deep because she can't afford surgery to get her vocal cords tightened. You see Monroe was born a male, but that doesn't matter. She's still the most beautiful woman ever. She came out to Rachel at the age of 14 (I was 10) and Rachel wanted what was best for her daughter so she started taking estrogen pretty soon after she came out. Now at 21, Monroe is beautiful and has to practically force Rachel to not pay for any surgeries for her. Monroe already had top surgery last year.

"What face...?" I said quietly, scrunching up my nose and blushing. Just as I set down my cup Monroe tackled me to the couch again.

"That one." She whispered, still on top of me.

She laughed at my expression (Blushing, wide eyed) and whenever she calmed down she said, "So tell me about the mate guy."

I feel like my blush deepened all the way to my ears. Lifting my collar to cover my mouth, I lifted my hoodie up so most of my face was covered. My hands were covered in the soft material of my gloves. I have allot of pairs everywhere I go. (Monroe's house, mine, Aunt Rachel's, and Uncle Emmet's)

"I-I already told you I t-tackled him t-to the floor..." I whispered.

Raising an eyebrow at me she lifted up her feet to the coffee table, almost kicking my coffee. "Hmm... And you didn't feel anything?" she questioned.

I shrugged. "It happened t-too quickly..."

Glancing at Monroe, I saw her face twitch slightly in annoyance. My shoulders slumped. Monroe hates my stutter, which developed when I was about 9. When my nightmares started to kick in. Now the nightmares are gone though I wish my stutter went away with them.

"Well I think you should-" Monroe got interrupted by the doorbell ringing repeatedly. She up to open the door.

I took a glance at the clock. It's too early for Amber, Monroe's girlfriend, to be home. I ran up and grabbed Monroe's sleeve. On instinct, she swung her arm to hit me. I blocked it with my arm and pointed at the clock.

She got the message.

Because of my Moms former job, she raised Monroe and I to be cautious. She tells me the people she worked for still want me. Monroe, Rachel, and I think she's just being paranoid but being raised like that makes you think.

Monroe gestured to the closet while she reached for her gun that rested on her hip. I hugged her quickly and nodded. In the closet, I peeked it open so I could see.

Monroe answered the door, gun in hand. When the door opened, I saw him. The tall guy. I felt a tug on my heart. I recognized him but Monroe has never seen him before.

"I'm looking for someone." he told Monroe.

She cocked the gun silently. "Well that sucks because I'm the only one here and I don't know you."

"I can smell him in here." he responded.

I gasped. Most people assume I'm female (I hate it) but he didn't...