Making It Right

I woke up in the living room with light from outside shining on my face. I groaned and buried my face into the carpet. I could hear Violet breathing above me on the pullout bed. Her little stunt last night with her now ex-boyfriend had scared the living daylights out of me. I still caught myself sighing in relief that that shit ass punk didn't do anything to her.

"Good morning, Mr. Snores-a-lot," Greg greeted, coming out of the kitchen with two muffins in his hands. I pushed myself off the floor and stumbled over to him and stole one of his muffins.

"Don't make too much noise. Violet had a long night and needs to sleep," I exclaimed, pulling him back into the kitchen so he wouldn't jump on her or something crazy like that.

"Ugh, I can't wait until Violet marries you. You'll be out of the house, away from my food, and I'll be able to make all the noise I want," Greg grumbled, stuffing his last muffin into his mouth.

"She might not want to marry me so you'd be stuck with me for a long time," I stated. Greg looked at me like I was stupid.

"You are an idiot so I shall take mercy on you and shed my wisdom on you. Violet will marry you 'cause she is totally gaga over you, okay?" he said before heading to the refrigerator for more food.

"Huh? She is not. She's only fifteen," I whispered, hoping my voice wouldn't carry into the living room and wake her. Greg rolled his eyes and grabbed a peach for himself.

"Duh. Fifteen is a very important age. Teenagers start developing new feelings, a.k.a lust for each other. With this new feeling, Violet is probably confused around you because you've got muscles and are good looking. She'll start to lust after you then, I'd say in a few weeks time, she'll fall totally in love with you," Greg explained.

I stared blankly at him. "Huh?" I stated. He rolled his eyes and patted my back.

"That just means that if you don't wear your shirt for two weeks, Violet will fall in love with you or something close to that and that you'll get laid finally," he said. I gaped in horror at what he just said.

"Ew, Greg, do you know what just came out of your mouth!? You want me to sleep with a fifteen year old girl?" I hissed, glaring at him.

"Yes because Violet secretly loves you and wants you to take her," he stated, munching on his peach. I sneered at him and shoved him away from me.

"You're sick," I muttered before going into the bathroom to take a shower. I made sure to put a shirt on after my shower and went to check on Violet.

Her feet were at the head of the bed and her head was hanging off the edge. Violet's hair was starting to get really long; I'd bet it was just a few inches above her butt. I blocked the image of her perfect butt and hurried into the kitchen to get my own breakfast and to cook hers.

The smell of eggs and bacon must have waked up Violet because she came padding into the kitchen just minutes after I started cooking. Her eyes were heavy with sleep and her hair was tangled. She still had her make-up on from last night so it made her eyes look even tired.

"Orange juice," she rasped and stumbled to the refrigerator and pulled out her personal carton of juice. Violet had written her name on it so Greg or any of our friends wouldn't drink it.

"Good morning, did you sleep well?" I asked, flipping our eggs.

"I think I am experiencing my first hangover. I only drank two sips though. It is not fair," she whispered, wincing at the sound of her own voice.

Greg came in while we ate and eyed my shirt with a grin. Violet didn't even bother with greeting him.

"Do you guys want to cliff dive today? Some of the guys are planning on going later," Greg asked, seating himself across from me.

"Shhh, Violet needs silence," Violet whispered. I rolled my eyes before popping an egg into my mouth.

"Yeah, we'll go," I whispered/answered Greg. He grinned before getting the phone to let whoever know that we were coming.

"I need to call my mom," Violet mumbled, rubbing her eyes. I watched her leave the table and get her cell phone in the living room. I sighed and slumped in my seat.

"Is the pressure of not telling her your big secret weighting on your mind, little brother?" Greg asked, placing a hand on my shoulder. I nodded.

I wanted to tell Violet; it would be easier but I don't think she could handle it just yet. She wanted to know too. The only way she'd find out is if she figured out that hint I gave her the other day about what I was. I wouldn't tell her until I was sure she could handle it.

"Greg, you know his secret?" Violet asked. We both jumped and looked at her. Her hands were on her hips while she glared at the two of us.

"Yeah, I know it. We need to be at the beach in ten minutes," Greg hurried out of the kitchen and ran into his room. I sat nervously in front of her, waiting for her to make the first move.

"Are you into drugs?" Violet asked suddenly. I laughed, relaxing visibly.

"That doesn't have to do with the legends," I snickered. She huffed and crossed her arms.

"Are you running around pretending to be wolves then?" she asked. My laughing stopped almost at once. "Are you? Because that's really weird if you dress up as wolf and are running around the rez hoping to catch a cold one or something," she continued like she didn't notice my reaction.

"No, I'm not running around pretending to be a wolf," I gasped out. I quickly started gulping down all the orange juice I could get my hands on to distract her.

"Hey! That's mine!" she yelled, trying to jerk the carton away from my mouth. My distraction had worked. Violet put the orange juice back into the refrigerator and glared at me.

"I'm going to change. You better be behaving when I come back," she sniffed moodily before sweeping out of the kitchen and to the bathroom. I listened as she huffed and puffed in anger in the bathroom as she changed into her bathing suit.

I stood up, stretched and headed to my room to put on swimming trunks. After I slipped them on I went back into the living room. Greg was already sitting in the living room, waiting for us.

Violet was in her jeans from last night but had one of her blue shirts on. I'm guessing that her bathing suit was under it. She didn't look at me but headed out to my poor car. Violet got in the back while Greg and I folded ourselves up so we could fit in the car. I drove us carefully out to the cliffs. There was a light drizzle (no surprise) and I didn't want us to wreck; we're hauling precious cargo at the moment.

I parked and we all tumbled out of the car. Violet raced ahead, which made me race ahead and Greg lollygag behind, looking up at the clouds. Violet ignored the path that led the higher cliffs and led me to the one that led the ledge about half way down.

I could hear Josh, Michael, and a few of the other pack members above us on the higher ledge. Violet didn't seem to mind not getting to hang out with my friends, normal she bugged the tar out of me so she could hang out with "the cool guys". Yeah, she wouldn't be thinking that if she had to share their mind sometimes.

"Ready, Preston?" Violet asked, shedding her clothes off so she wouldn't get them wet when she jumped. My mouth went dry and I felt all flustered suddenly when I saw her bathing suit. It was a pink bikini bathing suit. Her cleavage was practically busting out of her top. The only thing that was holding them in there was two tiny strings that were wrapped around her slender, totally exposed neck. The bottom piece of her bikini was even more exposing in a way. Only two tiny strings were holding that small piece of cloth that some people call a bating sit up. It was tiny, like tiny.

"Are you coming or what?" Violet asked, heading over to edge so she could get ready to jump. The reply that I was planning on saying was going to come out something like this," Yes, I'll be right behind you," instead it came out like this," Oh my God, what the hell are you wearing?"

Violet gave me a funny look. "It's a swim suit. Mom bought it for me; she said it was in fashion. Why? Does it look bad? I knew I should have put on the black one!" she ranted, grabbing her face in distress.

"No, it looks nice. Very fetching," I said in a hurry. I knew if I let her, she'd rant for hours about her clothes.

"Fetching? Who says that?" she asked, rolling her eyes. My own eyes traveled back down to her cleavage.

"The British do….or maybe it was Chinese," I mumbled, ogling at her bare flesh. Violet snorted and turned away from me.

"Whatever. I'll see you at the bottom," and she dove off the edge of the cliff. I watched her easily slice into the water. She got back to shore okay so know I had time to freak out.

Her mother bought her that? She's only fifteen years old for crikey's sake! Oh God, I'm using more British slang! She shouldn't be showing that much skin. Does she want to get attacked by some pervert again? I myself was having a hard time dealing with her dressed like that. How am I supposed to reaction to something like that? To cleavage and an awesome ass! I'm not a pedophile and I promised myself I wouldn't become one either!

"Preston, why didn't you jump?" Oh God, she's back. I turned around and almost threw myself off the cliff so I wouldn't be tempted by her. She was all wet and…wet.

"I-I-I don't feel well," I lied. It was true, in a way, kind of…almost. My health was in tip top shape, yes, but my mental health was dangling by a thread and she was slowly picking my mind apart. I couldn't take this! I had to get her back in her clothes right now or her mother will have me arrested to sexual assaulting her daughter…..no, I wouldn't assault her, just rip all her clothes off and feel her up…….

"Do you want to leave?" Violet asked, coming towards me. I nodded and threw her her clothes and sprinting past her to let Greg know I was ditching him. He didn't seem surprised when he seen me running like a mad man towards him.

"So, you saw her bikini," Greg stated, crossing his arms. I gaped at him.

"You knew?" I choked out.

"Yeah, I knew everything that goes on in our house, including what people wear. So, take your woman and love her up some. Go on, go enjoy your alone time with Violet," Greg said, shooing me away.

I didn't get a chance to hurt him or our pack members, who were snickering behind him. Violet came walking up to me. Michael's jaw dropped and I heard Josh had a quick in take of breathe.

"Are you ready to go? I don't want you out here if you're sick," Violet said before slipping her shirt over her sinful bikini top. She didn't on her jeans though so she was showing off her beautiful athlete's legs to my friends. I felt very territorial and jealous. I didn't want anyone looking at her right now.

"Yep, time to go, please," I exclaimed and grabbed her arm. I pulled her back to the car and all but threw her into the car before getting in too. I was breathing heavily but my lungs felt no relief at all. Good grief, the girl was making me hyperventilate!

"Do you want me to drive?" Violet whispered. I shook my head no and just about put the pedal through the floor. I was driving so fast I could barely see the road and understand where I was going.

"I'm taking you home. I don't want you to get what I have," I said shakily. I made sure to pay attention to the road. Violet clung to her seat for dear life while she dripped water onto my seats.

I could see her house looming ahead of us. I slammed on the brakes when we got in front of it. Violet opened the door and got out. She paused and looked back at me.

"Call me if you need anything. I don't trust Greg to take proper care of you while you're sick," she said before running into her house.

I drove away from her house and made it to my house in record time. I parked the car but headed for the forest instead of the house. I took off my clothes when I was in the cover of the trees and changed into my enormous wolfy self.

Dude, you are sick!

Thanks Maxi. You make me feel so much better about myself.

Sorry, it's just weird. I mean, she's in my grade, you know. And looking at her through your eyes is sickening to me. Sorry.

Kid, listen, what you need to be worrying about is when Greg is fantasizing about his new whore. Trust me, Violet is the least of your problems now.

Eww. Never mind, I'll take Violet then.

Yeah, that's what I thought.

So, does this mean you're a pedophile then?

How com the pack gets all of the annoying little brats like you?

I don't know. You'll learn to love me.

Whatever.

I continued to run around La Push to blow off some of my new steam. It seems Violet is becoming more and more dangerous for me to be around. Pedophile, gross!