Luna Aria- Halloween Short Story Contest Submission

Like Father, Like Son

Aria's P.O.V.

The pounding on the door made us regain our senses. I shoved Nathan away from me lightly, running my hands through my hair frantically to make it look decent. Nathan rolled his eyes, brushing a hand through his hair as well, not a grain of panic in his actions.

"You could just ignore them," he suggested, sauntering toward me, whispering, "We could continue, and say we didn't hear them." His voice was husky, and by now, his was millimeters away from mine, his coffee breath fanning my face. A hand resided to the left my head, and it suddenly became the most interesting aspect of this situation.

Another series of knocks echoed through the halls, and he groaned, leaving to get the door. I shook my head, taking a deep breath, I followed him after a couple more moments. This guy.

Grinning at my reflection, I promenaded out of our bathroom, strutting toward him leisurely. Stopping to pose a few feet before him, I heard a low, distinct rumble from him. The thrumming, melodious harmonies wandered around, distant enough to be unable to distinguish the words, but audible enough to be heard.

"No. You are not wearing that," Nathan demanded gruffly, "Change." His gaze descended further and further, eyes growing darker by the second. As an inmate for this year's Halloween, I wore an orange jumpsuit, my legs on display, the buttons not completely buttoned, showing part of my cleavage. It hugged my curves, my waist-length hair tied and curled lightly.

"No, I'm not changing. I'm already wearing this, and that's not for you to decide." I was livid. With that, his eyes snapped to mine, his smoldering gaze nearly making me forfeit to his demands. No. I wasn't changing. I had already planned this, bought the costume, gotten ready.

"Yes, you are, and now," he sneered, standing up, strolling tantalizingly toward me. Standing in my place, he neared me very soon.

"The only one who can see you like this, my darling," he spoke huskily, eyes hooded with lust, "Is me." With that, he sealed the remaining distance between us.

I looked at the door, to see Ethan and Sam outside, arguing. Nathan, who stood by watching them, amused, turned to gesture me over, putting a finger in my lips to remind me to be silent. Raising an eyebrow, I mindlinked him. I thought you weren't supposed to eavesdrop?

He shrugged, continuing to listen to their uninvited conversation. I sighed, then tuning in to their argument.

"You can't wear this- it'll attract too many males' attention! Do you know how many unmated males are attending the party?" Ethan's face was red with frustration. I rolled my eyes, thinking of how this sounded just like Nathan.

"No! I can wear what I want! I could wear a used trash bag and you'd say the same!" Sam threw her arms up in exasperation. I decided to intervene, as much as I wanted to continue watching, since we were running late already. We weren't going to be any later than necessary.

"Okay, okay, we've got to leave now. We're late already, and I don't want to be any later than we are," I cut in, "Ethan, it's too late for her to change already, just argue later." Both he and Nathan wore frowns, sporting the same disapproving expressions.

"Fine," Ethan finally succumbed, not before adding as he turned to Sam, "We're talking about this later." He gave his arm to Sam, who refused it, walking forward, Ethan catching up in no time.

"No, we're not," Sam reaffirmed. So are we, I heard through the mindlink. Rolling my eyes, we walked to the car, hearing the two beeps of the car being unlocked.

Like father, like son.

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Word count: 624 (just the writing)

Hey, alla y'all! Happy Halloween! This is a submission for a contest from @NotShort_FunSize (short story). The characters are not ones I'd thought up, they are Quinn's, from the Wattpad story 'MINE,' which I highly recommend, if you enjoy werewolf stories, with supernatural themes, etcetera.

Just another author,
Osanna :D