*NO CHARACTERS BELONG TO ME. Chapter four, REVIEW, SERIOUSLY. Hope you like, its pretty short though, and i'm tired. :'(*
Chapter 4- what the hell?
"Claire? CLAIRE-BOO!"
What the hell? Who's calling me boo? I felt a gentle slap in my cheek, which was continuing. I felt my cheek going red.
"Howard, don't slap her!" I heard my mother scold my dad.
"Claire, sweetie, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have surprised you like that... Are you awake, honey?"
I heard the soft, rough voice lull to me, and my body felt tingly. I thought about opening my eyes and walking the embarrassment off. Or maybe I should just stay here and pretend I'm dead, avoid the humiliation. I slowly opened my left eyelid, just seeing behind my eyelashes so that no one would notice that I'm awake. I saw Quil's exuberant face in front of mine, leaving hardly any breathing space, behind him I saw the entire party crowded around me. Shit.
"Oh thank God," Quil muttered. "G' MORNING SUNSHINE!"
Thanks Quil. You just made the humiliation one hundred times worse. I stood up and brushed my pants, a fake smile plastered to my face.
"Ohmigosh! Claire, are you like... Alright!?"
"DUDE, you totally freaking passed out! That was EPIC!"
"Claire, what happened? Are you okay? I was so worried,"
The third voice came at me and made me focus on him. I looked up and saw Tyler's beautiful face before, but was interrupted too quickly to admire it, as he pulled me into a tight hug.
Awkward! But it's making me feel a little... Puberty-ish?
I was too overwhelmed by the hug to cuddle him back, not to mention my entire party, not to mention my parents were watching. My insides felt like they were on fire. For a girl who hasn't even had her first real kiss, she can get some pretty sexual thoughts in her head. I was imagining Tyler and I on a beach, I'll leave it like that so that you don't get any weird thoughts, but the dreaming, and hugging was interrupted by a strict cough.
"Claire," I heard a mature voice address me.
And I was pulled by the arm to Quil again. And then pulled the opposite direction by Tyler, and again, and again. Okay, this was so cliché!
"You mind, we were having a moment." Tyler said. I was shocked that he had the courage to pull me in the first place, but say something like that with that tone to a 6 foot 7 guy, wow.
"Claire, we kind of need to discuss something..." Quil whispered.
I gently pulled out of Tyler's grasp mouthing a 'sorry' to him and followed Quil.
"Okay, anyways... Do my parents know?"
"no"
"Are you going to let them know?"
"No."
"Are you going to explain the... werewolf thing?"
"Eventually."
"Are you going to rip my heart out and eat me?" I asked, a smile on my face.
"I'm not joking, Claire!"
"Okay, I'm sorry, It's just hard to believe is all."
"You want proof?"
I nodded, and skipped around on the spot, excited. Quil looked around, and grabbed my wrist, pulling me out the door. He pulled me toward the forest and was walking at a fast pace. Odd, girly giggles were coming out of me unintentionally, and made me feel like a stereotypical blond.
"Okay. Stand back, Go over there." He told me once we were in the forest, pointing to a tree about twenty meters away."
I stood there and continued to think dirty thoughts, but about Quil now. Quil unbuttoned his shirt and jeans until he was standing in his boxers. Woah! If I imagine something with my mind, it happens in reality!
"Look away, perve." He told me, jokingly, as he folded his clothes in a pile.
"Ehe, what?"
"Look away."
"Why are you stripping?"
"Shut up. Look away, I don't mind you seeing my... merchandise, but right now it's hardly appropriate."
I looked away, a cheeky smile on my face. I waited seven seconds, and turned around, trying to see a bit, being the good hearted perve that I am. I saw a bum, a CUTE bum. A small giggle erupted from my mouth.
"CLAIRE!"
"Sorry..." I said, and turned around.
I heard some moans of pain and a mutter telling me not to look, and then a bark. What the Hell? I turned around and saw what looked to be a four foot dog standing in front of me.
"Quil?" I asked.
The dog slowly approached me, his head bent down into a bowing position.
"Is this you? Do something Quil like."
The mutant dog's four paws in the air, as he was hopping on all fours, up and down, up and down. He stopped and came over slowly to lick my face.
"EUCHH!"
What seemed to be a chuckle came from him. He bent lower, and began digging something into the dirt."
'Watch this' was written messily in the mud. I braced myself and walked a couple steps away.
The dog ran at top speed around me, running faster than I thought possible. He approached a tree and ripped it from its trunk and threw it ten meters away. I clapped to annoy him.
"What a good boy! Does the Doggy want a treat?" I squealed in a mocking voice.
He wrote in the dirt again, 'Hop on'.
"What? Oh no, no, no. I am not riding you, Quil..."
After thinking about what I just said, visions came into my head and a smile emerged on my face,
"aw, what the hell, bend down, pup."