I think I forgot to mention in the last chapter that Charlie is a shifter. A panther to be exact.

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Okay, so, fate has got to stop kicking my ass. There was no way Alcide was here now. At least I remembered to put some make-up on and a cute outfit.

Charlie was now eyeing him like he was a piece of meat, which to her, he was. "Look at him, Mari. He looks like a whole lotta fun in a gorgeous package."

"That's him," I replied, meekly.

"Hmm?" she murmured, not really paying attention, but sucking her tummy in even father and making her breasts stick out even more than they already did.

"That's him," I stressed.

She let out her breath now looking at me. "Him, as in, him? From last night? Your hero?"

I shook my head, "Yeah. Do you think he followed me here or what? Should I go say anything? No, I shouldn't. He probably doesn't even wanna see me."

"Of course he does," she advised.

"No way," I muttered, No way am I talking to him."

A sudden pain in my shin made me slide out of the seat to the ground. Charlie was smiling in a mischievous way. She had obviously kicked me with her stilettos. Most of the café was now staring at me, the strange girl sitting on the floor.

A large hand appeared to the side of my face in offering. I took it, though I was extremely mortified. Alcide was visibly trying not to laugh.

"So I guess there is fate," he pointed out.

"Or you're a creepy stalker and you followed me here," I argued.

"Well, I wouldn't say stalker, but I may have speeded up fate a little," he admitted, a little bashful.

I smiled a little so he continued, "So since fate has allowed it, would you now be willing to go out with me sometime. We could go to a club or something. And this time, nothing will happen you that you don't want to."

I pretended to think about this for a moment. "Sure, I'd love to."

"Oh, and if you want, you can bring your friend," he added.

"I would love to also," Charlie piped in.

"Great, so tonight at Club Dead? Maybe around 10?"

"Yeah," I replied.

"Okay, so see you tonight," he confirmed, leaving without buying anything.

Charlie squealed, "Oh-my-god! He is so hot! You're so lucky, Mari! Come on, we have to go shopping now for new outfits." She grabbed my hand and yanked me out of the café, our coffee and food now forgotten.

The closet store was downtown, so we took a cab to where my car was parked from the night before and drove. Jemma's Boutique was a large, upscale privately owned business that we had really big discounts to because Charlie's mom owned the place before she died. Charlie had inherited it, and worked in it most of the time. We browsed the new selections for a while til we both found suitable outfits.

Charlie got a black halter shirt to go with her tight leather pants while I got a strapless dark green dress. We didn't linger long there because Charlie insisted on us going to her house for makeovers.

From her house, I called Aunt Libby to tell her I'd be staying at Charlie's "again." Charlie's apartment was a large, two-bedroom loft that she had been begging me to move into for months. The only reason I hadn't was because of Aunt Libby and Jeremiah. Mostly Jeremiah. He was always overprotective.

Charlie didn't talk much while doing her hair or makeup and she quickly took over mine. In about an hour, she was finished and revealed the results to me. My platinum blonde hair was curled slightly and my green eyes were brought out by bronze eye shadow and the green dress. Charlie's black hair was straight and her makeup was dramatic.

We left in her car this time. The drive was over too soon. I was really nervous about tonight. Charlie grabbed my hand.

"Mar, You're gorgeous. You can do this," she comforted.

I nodded, "You're right. I can." Then we walked into the packed club.