I've actually been punching this out faster than I thought. So here's another new chapter for you. Hope you guys like it.
Chapter Title taken from the song "House of Wolves" by My Chemical Romance
"You can't possibly say that Tracy Antares is hotter than Shannon Speith. I mean Shannon is hot."
"It's all relative to the size of the tits man, and you can't argue that Tracy's are bigger than Shannon's. I mean did you see her at the beach during the summer? She was totally busting out of her bikini."
Quil rolled his eyes. Seth and Embry had been arguing the same thing for nearly three months now. Who was hotter, whose boobs were bigger, who was easier. Quil for one could care less and was tired of listening to the argument. He tried to tune them out, but when he did, his thoughts drifted to his impending date with Claire, the whole thing of which made him very, very nervous. His stomach began to do a very complicated gymnastics routine and he had to take a few deeps breaths to keep from passing out.
Just calm down, it's a date. That's all. A date. You've been on a ton of them. Quil smiled when he felt his stomach settle down. It's just a date with Claire. His stomach jumped back up to salute the judge. With a groan Quil dropped his hamburger back onto his tray. There was no way he could eat now. He shook his head to clear his thoughts and glanced at his two still arguing pack mates.
"You can't say Tracy is hotter." Embry took a bite of his burger and chewed slowly, leveling a serious stare at Seth. "I won't let you."
Seth shrugged. "I'm just giving an opinion. What do you think Quil?"
Quil frowned. "I really don't give a damn whose hotter, I don't even really remember what either of them look like."
Seth and Embry exchanged a glance. "Imprints," they both muttered.
"Well I mean really, is this a discussion you need to be having in a McDonald's?" Quil chastised.
"What? Just because you don't notice chicks means we can't? You used to be fun! Now you're all moody and depressing. Seriously, it's a total buzz kill," Embry retorted.
Quil opened his mouth to respond, then noticing a group of older teens who had walked in through the doors, closed his mouth and grinned. "Speaking of buzz kills, check it out. Embry's girlfriend just walked in." Quil elbowed Embry in the side, his grin widening.
Embry glanced over his shoulder and groaned.
As all three looked across the restaurant, the girl Quil had mentioned noticed them. Her face broke into a huge smile and she waved enthusiastically.
"Oh God, we've been spotted." Embry hurriedly turned around and slumped down in the booth.
"She's coming over," Seth warned. "Be nice."
"Oh, okay mom." Embry glared at Seth.
"Hey guys!"
"Hey Shellie," Quil said, grinning at Embry.
"Hi Embry," Shellie said, her voice bubbling with excitement.
Embry suddenly became very interested in his fries.
"How are you?" Shellie pressed.
"Fine," Embry muttered after a warning look from Seth.
"So, that new action movie comes out this Friday."
"Yep."
"I know how much you like those kinds of movies, so I was thinking maybe we could go see it."
Embry raised his eyebrows. "Umm, no. I mean I've told you a hundred times that I have no interest in you and I don't want to hang out, and yet you keep thinking that I'm interested in you and I want to hang out."
Shellie smiled. "So I could pick you up. I have a new car, a Ford Taurus." She said this proudly.
Quil made an impressed face and nodded, looking at Embry. "You hear that Em? A Taurus."
Embry kicked Quil under the table and then looked up at Shellie.
"Look I've tried to be nice, but now I am going to recite a poem I wrote, just for you." Embry made a big production of clearing his throat. "I think you are ugly, you make me feel ill, please get away from me." He made a shooing motion with his hand.
Shellie's face fell. "Wow, that was really harsh," she whispered.
Embry shrugged.
Quil and Seth both gave her apologetic looks as she slowly walked away from their booth.
"Man, that was really cruel," Seth admonished.
"How do you consider that a poem? It didn't even rhyme." Quil said.
Embry gave Quil an exasperated look. "Dude, it's called Haiku. Didn't you learn anything in school?"
"Umm, no I was too busy being suspended and turning into a werewolf to pay attention the day they taught poetry."
"You know, you're really horrible," Seth piped up. "I mean Shellie's nice."
"Blech," Embry spat.
"So she's not the best looking girl in the world. So she has some complexion issues. So her hair's a little frizzy. So she doesn't have the best teeth. So what?"
"So what? Seth, the girl has a snaggletooth. So what. You believe this guy?" Embry jerked his thumb at Seth. "No wonder you think Tracy is hotter than Shannon. Dude Shellie's a total uggo. My dog wouldn't fuck her."
"You don't have a dog," Quil pointed out helpfully.
"I do have a dog…..inside of me." Embry pointed at himself. "And it won't fuck her."
"Number one it's a wolf, not a dog and number two…..you're an ass." Seth gave Embry a disgusted look.
"Why because I don't like the ugly chick? Why don't you go out with her if you love her so much."
"Because she doesn't like me."
"She probably could, let's find out," Embry smirked. "Hey Shel-"
Seth grabbed Embry's arm which had been up waving and hissed, "Shut up man!"
"See! Don't get all high and mighty with me. You wouldn't fuck her either." Embry sat back, a satisfied look on his face.
"You know what, I hope you imprint. Yeah I hope you imprint on the biggest, fattest, ugliest girl in the world. With missing teeth. And bald. And young so you're stuck with her for a long time. I hope that happens, because I will laugh my ass off!" Seth snapped.
"I'm rubber you're glue," Embry said with a smile.
"Grow up," Quil chastised.
"Me grow up? Ummm pot meet kettle. You've been sitting here bitching about your fourteen-year-old girlfriend. I feel like I'm back in high school."
"Hey, first of all she's not my girlfriend…..officially. And secondly I wasn't bitching I was merely explaining my hesitation about this whole date thing until I was so rudely interrupted by the whole big tit debate," Quil complained.
"Oh boo hoo cry me a river," Embry replied.
"Just because you have no compassion…."
"MOTHBALLS!"
Quil and Embry both turned and stared at Seth.
"Dude, you have Tourette's or something?" Embry asked.
Seth didn't respond, just sat, jaw slack, eyes glazed.
Quil and Embry followed Seth's gaze which was locked on a very attractive middle-aged woman who had just walked in.
"Ohhh, I see. Checking out the milf huh?"
"Wow, that saying went out like two decades ago," Quil informed Embry.
"Who cares she's definitely a mom I would like to fu- OW!"
Embry rubbed his arm where Seth had punched him. "Dude, what's your damage?"
Seth didn't respond. He slowly stood up and walked over to the woman.
"Holy shit," Quil whispered. "I think our little boy just imprinted. How's that for irony," he said with an amused tone.
"What, on the milf?" Embry asked, rubbing his arm.
"Man, some tact, please." Quil punched Embry on his other arm.
"That's it, I'm not hanging out with you guys anymore," Embry stood with his tray and walked away from the booth.
"She's originally from Miami." Seth's voice had a dreamlike tone as he spoke.
"And she's married," Quil retorted.
"She has three kids, the youngest is a Junior at Washington State," Seth continued, ignoring Quil.
"And she has a husband," Embry said.
"Hey does she have a daughter? Maybe you could date her." Quil snickered.
"She works as a deputy clerk for Judge Laferty in Port Angeles."
"Hey awesome, if Quil gets arrested for statutory rape, maybe she can pull some strings."
Quil punched Embry hard on the arm. "Screw you man! That's not even remotely funny," he growled.
"Lighten up will you, you know I'm joking," Embry snapped.
"She's lived here almost a year now."
"Seth man….she's married. And forty eight, which I can't believe she told you by the way. Are you sure that you imprinted on this woman?"
"Positive. The whole world was swimming, I felt like I was floating, all I could see was her."
"It's just, I don't know it's just weird. I mean I've never heard of anything like this before." Quil scratched his head.
"You imprinted on a two-year-old. How is it any different?"
"Well for one thing Claire wasn't oh I don't know….MARRIED already." Quil retorted.
"You know what I find amusing about this whole situation? Just a few hours ago you talked about me imprinting on some fat ugly chick and then BAM! You imprint on an old married lady." Embry snorted laughter.
"She's not old!" Seth snapped.
"She's like twenty three years older than you!"
"So….Quil's girlfriend is fourteen!"
"Why do you guys always have to exploit my pain to make a point?" Quil grumbled. "All right. You know what? We need to go talk to Sam about this."
"Yeah, good idea, maybe Emily's cooking," Embry said.
Quil gave Embry a disgusted look. "We just ate!"
Embry shrugged. "So?"
Quil shook his head. "Okay, let's go. Seth?" He turned to see Seth still sitting on the couch, his eyes unfocused a smile plastered on his face. Quil rolled his eyes and grabbed Seth's collar pulling him up. "Come on, lover boy." He marched Seth out of the house in front of him.
"QUIL! EMBRY! SO HELP ME IF YOU BREAK ONE PIECE OF FURNITURE IN THERE YOU ARE PAYING FOR IT!"
Panting, Quil and Embry broke up their wrestling match and gave Emily guilty looks.
"Sorry Emily," they both muttered.
Embry flopped down on the sofa and grabbed a magazine off the coffee table, immediately becoming absorbed in the latest celebrity gossip.
Quil fixed his shirt and joined Emily in the kitchen, sitting at the table as she bustled around mixing things in one bowl, stirring heavenly smelling things in saucepans on the stove and generally doing ten things at once. Quil watched her with an amused stare and popped a pretzel into his mouth.
"So," Emily wiped her hands on a dish towel and turned to look at Quil. "How are things with you and Claire?"
Quil frowned. "Must we talk about this?" he sighed.
Emily gave him a look and said, "You may not want to talk about it, but just a warning….my sister stopped by this morning."
Quil swallowed hard. "Sharon was here?"
Emily nodded. "Yep, she told me and Sam all about what the girls were up to these days, how they were doing in school…..who they were dating." She eyed Quil meaningfully.
Quil winced. "She told you that, huh? Well I was hoping that was something that would stay secret a little while longer." Quil grabbed another pretzel and began to break it into tiny pieces. "So uh, what did Sam say about it?"
Emily sighed. "Well he's not happy Quil, and frankly neither am I."
Quil frowned. "Why not? We aren't doing anything you know, bad."
Emily raised her eyebrows.
"Well nothing too bad. It's just a date," Quil muttered.
"Quil, I know you love her but she's young. You have to be careful."
"I know! God, why does everyone keep telling me I'm the one who has to be careful? She's the one who always…" Quil trailed off.
"She's a bit of an eager beaver, huh?"
Quil got a horrified look on his face. "You did not just say that. UGH!"
"What?" Emily suddenly clapped her hand over her mouth. "Oh my God , that was so NOT what I meant!"
"Well, I mean, geez Emily. Show some restraint on the dirty talk."
Emily smacked Quil on the head with her dishtowel. "You know what I was trying to say."
Quil nodded. "I know, I'm…..dealing with it." He took a deep breath. "So it's weird, this Seth thing, huh?"
Emily shrugged. "What can you do, you can't pick who you imprint on. Old, young, married….what's meant to be will be."
"Yeah I guess."
The door suddenly opened and Sam walked in, Seth trailing behind him.
"Everything okay?" Emily asked Sam.
Sam nodded and placed a kiss on Emily's head. "Yeah, Seth is going to tell Julie everything. Apparently her marriage is rocky at best. She told Seth she's living alone right now." Sam suddenly turned and gave Quil a narrow eyed look. "Now I want to talk to Quil."
Quil looked up. "I didn't do it!" He blurted out the impulse response he had been using since he was five.
"Yes he did, I saw him," Embry, who had ambled into the kitchen to join them, piped up.
"Dude, what the hell!?" Quil yelled.
"What? I don't even know what we're talking about," Embry said. "I just enjoy jerking your chain."
Sam frowned. "Embry shut up. Quil, backyard. Now."
Quil slowly stood up, threw Embry a dirty look, and followed Sam outside.
In the backyard Sam and Quil stood facing each other for a moment until Quil dropped his eyes and began making small patterns in the grass with the toe of his sneaker.
"Well?" Sam said.
"Well what?" Quil shot back.
"Hey, no lip. You know what I'm talking about. Sharon was over this morning."
"Sharon said I could!" Quil said louder than he intended. His nerves were all on edge, making him feel as though he might literally explode at any moment.
"I know, she told us. You know I don't approve."
Quil nodded. "I know."
"But you're going to date her anyway?"
Quil glanced up and narrowed his eyes. "Are you forbidding me to date her?"
Sam sighed. "No Quil, I'm not forbidding you. If Sharon says it's okay, then ultimately it's her decision. Claire is her daughter. But, and I say this in all seriousness. If you step one toe out of line, I will know about it. And then you will have a problem. Understand?"
Quil nodded.
"Use your words. Do you understand?"
"Yes, I understand," Quil spat.
"Fine. Get your ass back in the house." Sam turned and stalked back through the door.
Quil stood in the yard for a moment. He dropped his head back on his neck and closed his eyes. He wanted to yell at the top of his lungs, but didn't want to alarm the neighbors so he settled for letting an annoyed growl rattle around in his chest for a moment. He then took a deep breath, opened his eyes and went back into the house.