Chapter 3
Christmas update! Merry Christmas! Everything is Chloe's POV!
Liz is the first to do some damage to Derek. That girl has some real power, well she is a werewolf of course, so that kind of explains why, but still. Damn, that is going to hurt. I mean I wouldn't want to be Derek right now, getting kicked in the stomach. No thanks. But then again he kind of deserves it. Derek holds one hand on his stomach and the other is against the wall, so Derek doesn't fall. That shit really hurts.
"I think I deserved that," he says looking at Liz and the he looks at me. I just roll my eyes at him. He tried to kill me and he threw me against a wall, I'm really forgiving, but there's a limit. He is going to get some from me later. When my body is normal…. Well werewolf-normal… You know what I mean!
"O you deserve a lot more," Linda says walking towards Derek, his puppy-eyes are on full blast. But Linda is having none of that, I think she got to practice a lot because of Thomas. That little bastard with his jokes. Every time he pulled a stupid joke and we were mad at him, he used his puppy-eyes. I can handle them, because he's my brother, and I don't feel sorry for him. Liz doesn't really care about his puppy-eyes, she knows he will pretend he is really sorry and do it again in about a week. The only one that always fell for his puppy-eyes was Linda, because she just cares a lot about him, I think. Maybe now she is used to them. Or she still can't handle them, but she can handle the puppy-eyes from others damn well? It doesn't matter right now, the thing that does matter now though is the fact she gave Derek 'The Knee'. Definition of 'The Knee'; you walk to someone you are really mad at, it has to be a guy. Put your hands on his shoulders and then out of nowhere you bring your knee up. I think you know what happens then. I know what happens; a lot of pain for the, not so, poor guy. The guy in our situation: Derek. And let me tell you, it looks like he's in a lot of pain. That is going to hurt for a few more days… I almost feel sorry for the guy. Almost….
"Are we done with hurting me now," I snort.
"There are four people who want to hurt you, two of them just did. Do the math, do you think we're done?" I tell him. He looks at me, those damn puppy-eyes! I feel myself give in, right before Thomas steps forward.
"Look dude, I know you're the alpha and stuff, but nobody touches my sister. I want you to know this one isn't for throwing her around, like the ones from Liz and Linda were, this one is for startling her this morning," I got my nose broken once, when I was twelve years old and I was running around with Thomas and Liz when I fell, hard. My nose started bleed and it hurts a lot. So when Thomas actually breaks Derek's nose, I actually gasp.
"Thomas! That wasn't necessary! Goddamn it" I run to Derek, still not totally recovered, so as you might guess, I fall, flat on my face. I grunt.
"Chloe!" Thomas comes to me and checks my face.
"I'm fine!" I snap at him. I don't like being the one that can't handle herself. And this is going to last at least freaking week.
"No you're not. Seriously Chlo, you're too clumsy," he helps me sit up.
"Why do people keep saying that!" I ask glaring at him.
"Because you're really clumsy and that's kind a weird, since you're a werewolf," I shove him.
"I hate you," I say, trying to look seriously, but failing and I feel a smile creeping on my face.
"I know you do," he says helping me up. Then I remember why I fell. Derek! I look to Derek who has a huge smile on his face. Which looks kind of weird with his nose bleeding and crooked. I walk towards him, slowly, so I don't fall. I grab his shoulders.
"Are you going to hurt me too?" I smile a little.
"You almost killed me, of course I'm going to hurt you, but I take my time. And you need to go to your little shaman anyway," he grabs my left hand and squeezes it. I put my lips right next to his ear. "I want to help you but it's going to hurt," I pull back. He looks quizzically at me. Then with my right hand I grab his nose and put it straight. I don't want it to stay crooked forever okay?! And I said it would hurt, and I was right. Derek makes some sort of wolf sound or whatever, but it is obvious it hurts. A lot. "Told you,"
"You're still getting your revenge after this?" I giggle.
"Hell yeah," I look at him seriously. "But first things first, I need a shower," I look at Linda.
"You can come to the room Thomas and I share, we could get you ready for dinner and you could meet everybody?" she knows damn freaking well I hate meeting people. It's awkward. I look at Thomas pleadingly. He shrugs.
"Please Tommy, do I have to?" come on puppy-eyes, do your job. I see him thinking about it when of course Linda has to ruin it.
"Yes, you have to! Now come on, I won't let you meet them in that," Linda grabs my arm and pulls me with her softly.
I look at myself in the mirror. "Do I really have to wear this?" I'm wearing a blue dress which matches with my eyes. The bodice is really tight, and makes my non curves, huge curves. The bodice is almost like a corset. And has a little bit of shine just under my breast. The skirt on the other hand is just blue and really loose and wide. It comes mid-thigh. (picture of the dress is on my tumblr)
"What do you mean? You loved this dresses!" she is right, I used to love this dresses, I used to wear these a lot with some heels and a leather jacket. But things changed.
"Loved, past verb," Linda gives me a look. "I needed to stop wearing them when we ran, because running in a dress is not possible, let alone with heels. Fighting is even harder. I grew out of these," I'm about to unzip the dress when she stops me.
"Chlo, please. Just keep it on," huh. Why does she want me to wear this so badly? I look at her a long time before she sits down on the bed beside us. "Thomas took it really hard when we lost you, he missed you a lot. And now you're back. He just hopes you didn't lose your sweetness because of what you've been through. He already feels like he failed on you because you had to live alone for several months. I don't want him to feel guilty for the fact you've changed," I turn away from her and look in the mirror. Did I change that much. I don't really see much difference. But maybe I did. I mean I was a lot more innocent, then I'm now. I mean I used to wear dresses and heels, and now I don't know what I would be without jeans and sneakers.
"It isn't his fault," I just say.
"I know that and you know that, but you know Thomas he would just feel guilty anyway," she stands up and hugs me close. "Please Chloves," I hug her back. That thing with the mates, caring so much about eachother.
"Okay, but one condition. We will slowly make me less like this and more like I really am. So it looks like I just change," she nods and keeps hugging me a little longer.
"Let's do your hair," I role my eyes. "what do you want? Do you want it up? Or down?"
"Let's just keep it down," she starts blow-drying my hair. She grabs her curler and gives my hair some extra curls. I look really good actually, but it is just too much and I miss my jeans already.
"Give me one second," Linda walks away and I start doing some of my make-up, just a little mascara and lip-gloss. "Got them!" I turn around and see Linda in her own dress and in her hands I see some heels that scare me a lot. The heels are white and is 6 inch!
"I can't walk on those,"
"You used to wear 5 inch heels with no freaking problems, so 6 inch isn't that hard right,"
"Let me rephrase that, I forgot how to walk on those!"
"You will remember, no problem," she throws the heels at me and I catch them. I sit down on the bed and put them on. I try to walk on them and it's hard in the beginning, but after a while it goes just fine.
"Do you always go to dinner this fancy?"
"Nah, but since you have to wear a dress, Liz and I will too! We told everyone it's your style and we want you to feel comfortable, so that they won't be surprised. Thomas is coming in a suit!" we giggle a lot and then I hear someone shout.
"Dinner is ready! Get in the eating room quick or the food will be gone!" I recognize Simon's voice. He is trying to get everybody downstairs.
"O by the way, Simon and Liz, they are mates!" I look at her quizzically.
"But Simon isn't a werewolf,"
"No but Liz is, and she recognized him as her mate and he accepted!" When a werewolf mates with a non-werewolf the other person does feel the connection with the werewolf, but doesn't have to be committed to the werewolf. But when the non-werewolf really loves the werewolf he or she can accept the mate-connection. It's just like the normal mate-connection. The non-werewolf sort of mates with the werewolf. It's really weird, but when it happens, it is one of the most beautiful things ever.
"That's awesome!"
"I know right, come on, let's pick up Liz!" We walk out of the room and towards Liz's room. After Liz opens the door and stresses a little since she isn't ready. We walk to what I suppose is the eating room. I walk in after Liz and Linda. Around the table are a lot of people around my age. All dressed up. Girls in dresses, boys in suits. Linda sits down next to Thomas and Liz goes sits with Simon. There's one spot left, with Thomas on my left and a guy with really dark brown hair and amber eyes on my right. All the people start staring at me and I just duck my head. I hate this situations.
"Let's do a round of introductions, shall we?" I look at the man who looks a lot like Simon, most likely his father. And then I look at the other people on the table and my eyes rest on the boy, who looks at me intensely, with his amazing emerald green eyes. Derek.
That's it! Like you could read; I need characters, especially names. So review with a name for a character, what he/she looks like and of course what kind of person he/she is!
For the dress, my tumblr is: blog/itismyfight