Lost Wolf {Book 1 of White Star Series: Boyxboy, Werewolf}

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

-------------> Picture of Lizzy

Ethan

'Which one should I wear...' I think as I hold two complete different pair of skinny jeans; both unique for their colors where custom and only in style for the ending season of Autumn. One being Burgundy with a red undertone and scroll work on the edges, and the other being straight up yellow with orange in it, slightly ripped at the back, on the seam of the cuff.

Being in my head, you would hear me asking 'Which one looks better?'; this is because, I kind of have a nonofficial OCD. I can't stand messes and I absolutely HAVE to look good and match, otherwise, I kind of, may have, slightly go on a fit... but then again, I can't really blame myself, it's not like I brought this on myself. If only things where-

I jump and drop both pairs of pants as my blasted phone begins to vibrate loudly against the solid, oak frame that is my mirror dresser. After regaining my sense of balance, I walk over and pick up the thin I Phone 5s. 5 new messages, it reads on it; not really surprising since it woldn't stop shaking for at least a minutes.

Hey

Hi

Winter

WYNTER

PICK UP YR GOD DAMN, MOTHER F*CKING PHONE!

So, yeah; I've been kind of dodging her calls and texts all morning. Today's her birthday and most likely, she's going to ask me what we're doing tonight since I promised to take her out. I knew I couldn't lie to her so in my shoes, would you think lying to her is better? Or dodging her calls so she can't ask you?

Yes?

I sigh slightly for some reason and reply quickly before returning to the pair of colorful jeans, lying on the floor in front of my closet door.

After a quick shake to remove any dirt that the might have attracted from staying on the floor for more than a minute, my phone goes off once more.

THNK YOU! FINALLY U ANSWER YR STUPID PHONE!

Gee, she doesn't seem angry at all; her phone must be in Caps lock... Yeah right. Knowing her, she's probably beyond pissed and man, you don't want to be the one who she's angry at; She will literally go off on you. But then again, it's not like she goes off on anybody besides me because we're what you call antisocial freaks. You want to know why? Because we're socially awkward when it comes to other people and we basically just start going crazy if someone tries to talk to us; that's why.

I grab the small lint roller out of my dresser from on top of my 'shoe holder' and draw it against the legs of both pairs to get the left over lint off after replying again.

It's not like I was doing anything. -_- What do you want? And if it's about my plans, I cut you off right now.

I know picking clothes may seem boring to most, but to me, it helps express my feelings; shows people what I stand for, or just for a special occasion. I remember once, I wore this shirt that had a flamboyant quote on it that expressed my disdain to some people; I got beat up but I didn't care. They couldn't and still can't touch me.

I learned the hard way to deal with pain. Believe me, you don't want to- hey look, she replied. I roll my eyes as I read the next text from Lizzy.

Oh! U did not just say tht! I will come over there, take you by your very Lady-like testicles and cut u OFF!

I don't even respond to that bizarre text; sometimes, I can't understand if she's joking or not... and it can get a tiny bit scary at times, but in the end, she never means it. She just says those things in the heat of the moment I guess.