Blow My Mind

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Anthony's P.O.V.

When I finally picked up any dignity I have left after watching her walk in all hard-to-get, I walked inside.

And, I never thought I would go for hard to get. I always thought I would go for a nice girl, but never a badass princess. My mate. I wanted her to run, only so I could capture her and never let her go.

Yeah, she was my mate. Did you not catch my shocked expression when we attempted to shake hands for the first time? That's never happened to me before and I loved it.

I was about to begin my walk inside when Chapin busted through the door, running down the porch and attempted to run past me, holding her wrist.

I stopped her, grabbing onto her shoulders softly. "What happened?"

She was a mixture of pissed and nervous, the 2nd one lost in her eyes. "I-I just kind of-"

"Yo! This girl is amazing!"

Dawson and Adrian (the weed gods, as we like to call them) came out of the house and stood on the edge of the porch.

"What happened?" I asked them.

Dawson laughed, throwing his head back. "She socked Charlie in the face!"

"Yeah. He's really fucked up!" Adrian said coldly and Dawson laughed

I felt Chapin sigh, but it wasn't just any sigh.

It seemed as if her tiny breath, made the trees shake and wind blow around all of us.

I tried to clear the rediculous thought and met her eyes, also trying to controle the warm feeling of toushing her. "Do you want to come inside?"

She met my eyes and shook her head.

I looked at the guys and they gave me a weird look.

She looked over to them, then at me. "Fine. But no one touches me."

I coughed a little as she broke my hold on her and walked to my side.

I followed her, right on her heels so I could protect her from anything she didn't want.

If she asked me to kill someone, I would do it. Her wish was my command.

Dawson and Adrian followed behind us and we made it into the warm living room, where the rest of the pack was.

There was Dawson, who always wore sweats and his jamacan colored beanie. With his pitch black hair falling into his eyes, almost no one knew their color, which happened to be the darkest shade of blue I had ever seen.

Adrian and Charlie were mates (yes, homosexual), and Adrian and Dawson smoked pot alll the time. They were hilarious when high, but the rest of us weren't stupid enough to get stoned.

Adrian was a latino guy with short brown hair that Charlie claimed to love. He usually got the weed for him and Dawson.

Charlie was small, petite even. Never did drugs or drank, for reasons no one likes to repeat. He had subtle blue eyes and dark brown hair, and was holding his bloody nose.

"Charles! What the hell happened here?!"

My dad ran in from his office, obviously hearing the commotion and seeing a bloody Charlie.

I had to admit, I was impressed when I saw Chapin's expressionless face. Not a worry in her eyes.

"New girl here decided to punch him! Nice going dipshit!" Adrian yelled.

I was this closed to pouncing up to him and ripping him to shreds before I looked at Chapin's expression.

Fear flashed in her eyes before she went to being pissed and balled her hands up into rocks, the front door flying open and cold air filling the house.

"Want me to hit you too, 'dipshit?'" she asked and glared.

Everyone stayed silence untill Dad moved across the room and shutting the front door.

"I'd be glad to return the favor sometime," Adrian growled.

That was it. My animal was about to rip through my skin and I couldn't help but walk up and punch him in the gut.

Just the thought of anyone putting one finger on her...

"Boys!" my fathers pounding voice rang throught the whole house and made me look up at him.

He was pissed. He glared at me before looking at Chapin. "My office! Now!"

She nodded and followed him into his study, the door slamming behind her.

Chapin's P.O.V.

I sat down in a chair he had possitioned on the opposite side of his bigger chair on the other side of the massive wooden desk. Books lined the walls and I knew they weren't normal encyclopedias. The dates on some of them dated back to the 16th century.

"Chapin!" Danny insisted and I drew my attention back to him. "There will be no voilence in the pack house, are we understood?"

He had a deathly glare on his face that I tried not to let phase me. "Yes sir."

He sighed and leaned back into his chair.

"Just make sure to tell your pets to keep their hands to themselves,"

He met my eyes, nervous.

"I don't like being touched. Even a simple pat on the back with result in a broken bone, sir. I just can't help myself."

He filled with a slight relief, glad I wasn't sexually assaulted as I walked in the door."Deal. But I have some...concerns on your records, Miss Torrez..."

I gulped. He didn't...

Yes, he did. He pulled up an orange onvelope and pulled out some documents.

"Miss Torres, I cannot seem to find any information on you, other than your middle name being Rose, which will be a problem."

I smiled and chuckled a little. "I don't think you will be finding information on any 'Chapin Torres', sir,"

He furrowed his eyebrows. "And why is that?"

I laughed a little harder. "My real name isn't Chapin Torres, sir. But I've had to change my name for...personal reasons. Good luck on your research, Mr. Palmisano."

And with that, I left his office, on my way back down the darkly lit hall back to the living room.

Everyone was silent and sitting on the couch, the only one moving was the tall mexican who threatened to beat me up and Anthony punched in the face. He was tending, who I guess, was his gay mate.

He glared and I just sighed, making the room spin with air. God, I needed control over that! If someone found out...

"Chapin."

I didn't even hear Anthony come up to me, but he was standing right in front of me and looking down at me with crazed eyes.

"Are you alright?!" he whispered frantically.

I nodded, not feeling like I really wanted to be here anymore.

"Let me drive you home." he insisted, as if he could read me like a open book.

I didn't want to be a book for anyone to read. My book would scar the innocent and wound the normal.

"No. I promised Alice I would eat diner. I think I can make it through a few more hours.