I spent the whole Sunday in my bed. Hiding.
I hid from the sunlight, that sent a piercing pain through my tired eyes, making them feel even more droopy and heavy than they already did. It felt as though every single drop of energy I had was used up in simply peeling them open and every time I did, the blinding light caused me to snap them shut again.
I hid from any loud noises that caused my pounding headache to become intolerable. It felt as though a tiny stick man roamed my head and took liberty in slamming a hammer against my skull for hours on end. The constant thumping only increased when the noise of traffic outside screeched through the room.
I also hid from my dad. My dad who didn't want me drinking too much last night and was completely furious when Zach and I walked through the door, swaying and screaming about god knows what. My head hurt far too much for a lecture, so hiding in my bed was the safest option.
Finally, I hid from Zach. Zach who I kissed at the party, who slept in the room next to mine. Who was best friends with my dad. Zach who was the most beautiful species of man on the planet and puts everyone around him to shame. Zach who's lips were soft yet firm and held mine captive as we both moulded into one.
Was he too drunk to even remember the kiss? Did he regret it? Did it mean anything? I had no clue what to think or feel. So I hid. All day.
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The next morning, I sat at the dining table, my legs crossed underneath me, with an omelette in front of me.
"Well look who decided to get out of bed today," Zach teased, sitting himself down on the seat at my left.
I averted my gaze. I had no idea how to act around him now. He didn't seem to remember or care about the kiss so I guessed it would be better to pretend it didn't happen. "My head hurt," I whined in reply and he just let out a soft chuckle before eating his breakfast.
We ate for a couple of minutes in silence before my phone rang out. I picked it up off the table and checked the caller ID to read unknown.
"Hello?" I answered and Zach raised his head to listen in.
"Hey it Kieran." Kieran was in my Chem and Math class but other than that, we never spoke, nor did I want to speak to him. He was known as a classic player, desperate to sleep with every girl in the school. He had worked his way through quite a list but if he thought I would be next, he had another thing coming.
"Ok?"
"We hung out a bit at the party Saturday night..," he told me, trailing off. I could barely remember anything from the party. Apart from kissing. Lots of incredible kissing.
"Oh yeah, hi Kieran." I honestly couldn't remember speaking to the guy but I couldn't admit that. I would feel guilty, even if I despised the guy and everything he did with the sluts that let him.
"You don't remember do you?" He laughed and I groaned slightly.
"No sorry."
"Its ok, you were pretty drunk, you were telling me all sorts of secrets. Apparently your dad hates your neighbour and you are a werewolf." He laughed. My jaw tumbled to the floor and my eye bulged out of their sockets. Zach glared at me so hard I thought his eyes would burn holes in my head.
"Haha, yeah I drank a lot." I laughed, my voice shaky as a lump formed in my throat.
"Yeah, its chill. Just wanted to know if you wanted to hang out sometime?" He asked, obviously thinking I was just some crazy, drunk chick. But that didn't shake the pit in my stomach.
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Alphas daughter
WerewolfElla Reed is the daughter of the powerful, ruthless and controlling Alpha Alexander Reed - and the apple doesn't fall very far from the tree. Ella likes to be in control, always. She will do whatever it takes to protect her friends, her pack and her...