My eyes peeled open just to quickly close again. The sun was shining brightly through my windows, making my rooms' white walls even brighter than normal. After adjusting to the nearly blinding white, I rolled over and glanced at my clock. It read, '11:45'. I got about a full twelve hours of sleep last night. I never get that much sleep. I was really tired.
Starbucks kills my sleeping schedule. I used to be a morning person, always up before dawn at my old pack. That was partially because I had to make breakfast for my father, and it gave me the perfect opportunity to steal a cup of coffee. My father was very abusive after my mother died. I wasn't aloud to eat unless he said so. During that period of my life I would only get about two hours of sleep a night, insomnia was always lurking in my mind.
A cup of coffee was always needed, otherwise I would fall asleep halfway while doing my chores. I made my dad a pot of coffee every morning, with just enough extra in there for me to have a cup. The only compliment I ever got from my dad after my mother died was that he said my coffee was the best he'd ever had, which is why I was the only one allowed to make him coffee.
Because of him, I now rely on coffee every morning. That caffeinated goodness was one of the only things that can get me out of bed in the morning. It's one of the reasons I'm so okay with working at Starbucks. The smell of coffee reminds me a little of the good half of my dad, and I love coffee with a passion.
I climbed out of the bed, and headed towards the coffee pot. After it finished brewing, I eagerly poured myself a glass and added a little sugar and cream before setting down at the table to drink it.
Olivia's spot on the couch was empty and her blanket was folded nicely on the side. She loves to clean, it's something she's always loved to do. Our apartment is always clean due to her "cleaning days". That's one day out of the entire week where from dawn to dusk she does nothing but clean. I don't really mind at all though, she does a great job and it makes our old apartment look new in a way.
Olivia walked in the door covered in sweat. Her brown curly hair was pulled in a tight ponytail, and she was wearing her athletic clothes. She just went on a run.
"I just went on a run."
I laughed a little to myself, but only mumbled out an, "I see".
"When I was running though it was weird, I could smell something I've never smelt before here. I smelt pine. It smelt really good, and made my wolf go nuts."
I almost choked on my cup of coffee. We haven't been in tune with our wolves since we've moved out here. The minute we left our pack, they went silent, very rarely talking to us. They were angry that we had chose to ignore them and try to become something we are not. I don't blame them though, but I do miss my wolf. I can feel her presence in the back of my mind, but she never says anything. I haven't shifted since I left either, which is probably another reason as to why she hates me.
"Really? Maybe you ran by a green house or something that had pine trees in it."
She walked over to he coffee pot and poured herself a cup of coffee.
"I don't think so. You know how it is with my wolf. She wouldn't go crazy over something like that."
It scared me a little, because whatever it was, Olivia was right. It was probably something serious if it made her wolf come out after several years.
"We should probably stay clear of where you were running then. Just to be safe."
She nodded, and put her empty mug into the sink before walking to her room.
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I climbed out of the shower and dried off. I put on my favorite pear berry lotion from bath and body works that I bought a few weeks back, and went to my room to change. I heard the bathroom door close as I walked into my room. Then the shower turned on too. Olivia must be taking a shower as well.
We only had one bathroom in the apartment so we shared.
I picked out a white Rolling Stones T-shirt, black ripped jeans, and my black converse and tied a red flannel around my waist.
Pretty much everything I wear is from Hot Topic. My hair was still a little damp even though I blow dried it. Instead of putting my hair up, I just left it down. I stared at myself in the mirror, it was about time that I needed a hair cut. My wavy hair ended just above my butt.
I sat down on my bed, pulling out my phone and scrolling through social media. Olivia popped out of the bathroom after about half an hour of being in there before coming into my room and had plopping down on the bed next to me.
"So.... I was wondering, if maybe you wanted to go clubbing tonight?" She sounded anxious.
"You know I hate clubbing. Standing around in a crowded room full of hot, sweaty people in way too tight of clothes isn't my definition of fun."
Her sigh echoed the room and she sat up and turned around to face me. She stuck out her bottom lip, and began to beg like a toddler.
I kept my look serious. I really didn't want to go clubbing. I've only been once and that was for a total of ten minutes before I decided I didn't want to take in any part of being there.
"Please! It might be different now! Just give it another chance. For me?" She batted her eyelashes.
I rolled my eyes and laid down on the mattress staring up at the ceiling. I needed an excuse, something, anything that could help me.
"I don't have anything to wear."
That was all I could muster.
"We'll go to the mall and pick you out an outfit, it will be fun! Please?"
I guess it wouldn't hurt to give it another shot. Besides, maybe a little liquor will ease me down a little. I've been so tensed up lately.
"Fine."
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City Wolf
Fantastik"You can run but you can't hide." --- Amber Reed's mother was murdered right in front of her when she was just 16. Her father blamed her for it, and beat her until she was black and blue for years. After Amber had enough, she takes off and starts ov...
