Double Back - Mistwater Chronicles #1

Chapter Seventeen

Hey y'all! Hope you enjoyed the last chapter. My vacation is going pretty well, it's so nice to have a chance to relax!! I got to go to Wizarding World of Harry Potter and I don't ever think I've been so happy to be somewhere. I completely, one hundred percent recommend it!!!

8/5/14 - Double Back hit Werewolf #382 and Teen Fiction #846!! Super excited about that. Thank you all for making this possible!!!

Anyways, I hope you guys like this chapter :) There's more crazy exciting stuff that's coming soon, I promise!!! Just have to wait it out!

xoxo,

Morgan

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Eventually, I have to come home. Parking the car in the garage, I get out and lock the doors. Once I hear the satisfying beep, I walk upstairs and into my own room, ignoring Zack's open door.

Closing the door behind me, I drag my feet over to my bed and flop on it spread-eagle. Next door, I can hear Zack typing furiously on his computer - probably more things he's hiding from me.

I'm so tired of him doing this. For crying out loud, I'm Luna of this pack. How am I supposed to do anything if I don't know what's going on?

Sighing, I start to get ready for bed. I hang up my cardigan and throw my dress in the hamper, pulling on a pair of fluffy pants and a white tank top for pajamas. As I take out my bun and aimlessly run my fingers through my hair, I line up my borrowed shoes by the door so that I remember to give them back to Delilah.

Delilah. I remember that she wanted to talk to me about my mark, and now she's definitely going to want to talk to me about the fact that Zack and I slept together. I can picture her face now, eyes going huge with shock.

Reaching for my phone, I text her and tell her to come to my room. Sure enough, I hear feet flying down the stairs and her face appears in my doorway seconds later.

"What's up, Reese?" she asks, closing the door behind her. She inhales deeply through her nose, and just as I imagined, her eyes go wide with surprise.

"No you did not!" Delilah exclaims, running over to me to smell me.

"I did, clearly," I reply, wanting to laugh at the way she's sniffing me. "Calm down, Deedee."

"Oh my god, I cannot believe this!" she says. "How was it?"

I blush deeply, knowing my face resembles a tomato at the moment. "It was good."

"Good?" she cries. "'Good' is what you say when you're talking about dinner, not when you're talking about -"

I cut her off. "Oh my god, stop shouting and I'll tell you!"

She shuts up so fast it's alarming. Delilah has to physically press her lips together to keep from saying anything else.

"It was really hot," I admit. "But I don't want to talk about it. Not now, at least."

She pouts. "Why not?"

"Because I'm pissed at him," I say, lying back down at the bed. My view shifts to the ceiling above me. It's perfectly white, not a single thing wrong with it. Why can't my life be like that?

"Why? You guys are always fighting," she comments. It throws me off a bit.

"We don't fight all the time," I say back, getting a little defensive. "We've only ever had one major fight. Now this is our second one, I guess."

"Why are you fighting? It's Saturday night, go party instead of arguing," she replies. I see her twisting her hair around her fingers out of the corner of my eye.