Hi guys and ladies! How are you all today? I am pretty good because i got the chapter after this written in a day so i could edit this and give it to you! I'm proud of myself!
I want to thank my two reviewer for last chapter! (Jazzmatazz and Beautifully-Scarred-Underneath) You guys are awesomeee!
And still no one has gotten who Masen is yet. I don't think i will be giving away a super hint for a while... Sorry.
Lastly, I know this chapter is short but, next chapter is really long! And lots of Jake and Rachell moments! Be happy!
I bang my hand on the door of Brad's condo feeling quite put out. What is up with this Jake kid? Why does he keep popping up everywhere? What have I done with Anna? She is going to be so pissed at me... Macy too. Man, I am in a load of shit when I get home…
I sigh, but then smile when I hear the door being unlocked, "Rachell?"
I look around Teddy into his shared home, "Hey, um…is Brad here?"
Teddy rolls his eyes, "I swear Rachell the only time you come over is in the middle of the morning when I am trying to kick some serious ass on Halo." Teddy lets me and I rush up the stairs to Brad's room trying not to look at the disgusting mess of a house they have.
They have pizza boxes all over the coffee table in front of the TV. I can see, even in the dark, the orange stains of cheese puffs and the faded brown stains of not cleaned up pop on the carpet.
I stop when I come to the beginning of the wall and look back down at Teddy. I find that he has raced back to the game, put the headset back on, and has already started talking gibberish into it again. He slams on the buttons so hard I wonder why it hasn't broken yet. I shake my head knowing he is so rotting his brain. I continue up the stairs thanking God that no one in my house is that obsessed with games.
I knock on the door continuously until Brad grumbles something about it not being morning yet.
"Brad…" I murmur to the door. God, I sound like a freakin' booty call!
I hear muffled footsteps then; a hand jiggles the door knob. The door opens to reveal Brad. I smile sheepishly, "Rachell, it's four in the morning."
I jump at him and crush him with a hug. I nuzzle his chest trying to find some comfort but, hating myself when I feel that he's too cold.
Brad has been there for me since the beginning no matter what. Every hour of everyday. He's my best guy friend. And I need him.
"Sh, it's okay. God, you're heavy!" Brad stating this makes me notice that the moisture that I thought was already on his chest turns out to be my tears. He carries me over to his bed and sits me down. "What happened at the party?" He looks down at me much like a father does to his child. I look up with tears still glistening in my eyes.
I shake my head, "I don't have the faintest idea." I bite my lip, "I was dancing with John and getting drunk-"
"There's your problem." He states bitterly.
I continue on as if he said nothing, "Then the new Masen guy comes and takes me away from the party. Then this guy says some stuff and then he takes me away before Anna can kill me."
"What guy, Rachell?" He asks almost jealous sounding.
"He takes me to IHOP and I puke. He eats my pancakes because I didn't want them. Then he calls me a selfish six year-old. So, that's how I got here. Brad, I just want to go to sleep." I half whine the last part feeling a little sick.
Brad sighs, "Rachell, I have no idea how I can deal with you." I lie down on the bed and scoot all the way over to the wall. I put my hand on the wall trying to suck out the cold. I need to get rid of the heat Jake left me with. I didn't know how addicting it was! I let out a shaken sigh.
"I don't know either."
Brad doesn't try to pry any more information out of me but, he does wrap his arm around my waist and pulls me towards him. I don't turn around to face him or to shove my face in his chest. I just hold onto his arm and hope that sleep will take me.
Monday started out bad but, turned out not to be so bad.
Anna won't talk to me and all that Macy gives me is dirty looks. So, in turn I hang out with the guys for most of the day rotting my own brains.
Right after I woke up with Brad on Saturday, I felt the Sick Feeling but, after I said that I didn't need Jake or the wolf or anything to do with them it went away. I don't want to know how it helped me.
Any aggravation I got was pushed into working on my final projects and studying on Sunday. Brad got worried because, usually, I'm pretty laid back when it comes to doing things but, he was happy that I was doing something that wasn't self-destructive.
"Rachell! Your mom." Macy yells up the stairs. I sigh and put down my pencil and thunder down the stairs. "Here." Macy sounds so polite but, the glare she gives me still tells me she's on Anna's side.
I take no notice and put the phone up to my ear to listen to my weekly Monday rant from my mother, "Hey, mom."
"Hi, sweetheart! I heard you're really pouring yourself into studying."
I hear her smile and can't help but, roll my eyes at her. I can't believe she thought that I wouldn't do well in college.
For an hour she tells me how lazy Eric has been but, he's still getting higher marks than I did. I smile knowing that he is just showing off. She blabs about how Dustin misses me terribly and wishes that I would come back for a weekend and paint ball with him and Hunter. I sigh and smile telling her that I would speak with him about when I could come and that he didn't have to talk to me through my mother.
"Rachell, someone is here to talk to you!" She squeals and I feel that something nice might come out of this.
I wonder who it could be. She's never sounded this happy for one of the guys before.
"Rachell, it's been a while."
I fish mouth for a moment feeling tears well up in my eyes. I throw the phone over to the couch hoping to hit Anna.
"DAMNIT! WHAT THE FUCK?" Anna screams popping her head over the couch.
I clench my fists at my sides feeling stinging tears rolls down my red cheeks, "Is this pay back? Showing me that I'm not over him? That I'm still weak?" I screech. "I hope it ruins your face. Wait, sorry, your face has always been that ugly!"
Well, I guess I should never go into the business of fortune telling…
Before she can even suck in a breath to get a comeback, I slam the door and race into the woods once again. Tears roll down my face. My breathing is in short, unhealthy, gasps as I run for what seems for forever.
The jack ass! How could he do that to me? Isn't he having enough fun toying with Marissa's heart? Isn't one girl's pain enough for him?
I finally stop running when I trip over an invisible log and land on my face in some dead leaves. I let out a pissed off groan, "WHAT THE HELL? Am I really that bad of a person?" I burst into tears once again. I curl up in a ball and let it all out. Not caring about the chill that is sneaking into my clothes or the breaking of twigs nearby.
I sigh internally because that's the only place I can do it. I'm still blubbering like an idiot on the outside.
Is this what I've been reduced to? A girl that can't control what she's feeling. I can't even handle having a relationship with my best friend anymore! Am I destined to be a lonely cat lady? At least I'll have one friend… A CAT!
A growl echoes through the forest breaking me from my self-pity party.
"C'MON! I CANNOT DEAL WITH YOU RIGHT NOW!" I scream at the wolf just knowing it had to be the same one. I can't believe it! I should be put in a mental hospital. I have come to talking to radioactive wolves!
I hear him pad over. I turn my head. I find him raising one of his stupid, furry eyebrows at me.
I glare at him, "I said I can't deal with you. Go away."
He lets out a huge puff of air and sits next to me.
I turn over to my back and stare up at the sky, "You really suck at listening." I turn my head to see him grin. I roll my eyes, "Do you really think that I'm going to tell you everything like your some weird animal therapist?" I sigh, "My life is not at all what I wanted. I wanted to be a writer. A famous one. I wanted Nick to be a famous guitarist so, we both would know about fame so we wouldn't feel bad if someone was gone for a while or something." Sighing, I put my hands behind my head. "Life, as it usually is, threw a wrench in the plan and now I'm here."
The wolf grunts.
I look over to him to find the animal glaring at me, "Okay, that's not the whole story but, you're a wolf and I'm a human. We aren't supposed to get along." Then a light bulb pops up changing the subject for me. "I need to give you a name!" I shoot up at the declaration pointing at the wolf.
Wolf barks angrily at me sitting up with his ears tilted back.
I roll my eyes, "Well, since I probably will be seeing you a lot because you have a weird habit of showing up. You need a name." I nod at my own logic, hating it a little, but only because this wolf scares me and makes me excited. A weird combo like skydiving.
Wolf shakes his head 'no'.
"Please!" I plead giving him puppy dog eyes wondering if that works on wolves too because it works on Brad a lot but, he's human…
He lets out a puff of air lying down and looking up at me much like a dog does to beg.
I grin and clap my hands, "Okay, I'll list off names and you say yes or no! Well, do something that I would know which answer because you-"
He shoots me a glare and I stop.
"Sorry."
He rolls his eyes.
"How about… Mike?"
No.
"Ah, Caleb?"
No.
"Seth!"
I get a menacing growl for that one. Geez, I didn't know an animal could hate a name so much.
"Okay, defiantly not Seth." I tap my chin wracking my brain for more, "Um… Jude?"
No.
"C'mon! It's from The Beatles!"
No.
I sigh, "Ted."
No.
"Kelsey?"
I receive a 'Really?' look.
"Okay, fine. Um… Oh! You're a girl aren't you?"
The wolf actually looks offended after I say this.
"How was I supposed to know? You've been shooting down all these guys' names!" Wolf makes the choking noise. My eyes widen in realization, "YOU WERE LAUGHING AT ME!" I screech. I point an accusing finger at him. His eyes widen and then shut as he falls 'laughing' even more. "I can't believe this whole time you let me think you were dying!" I begin to laugh at me own stupidity.
Then for a moment I feel myself falling backwards. How I tripped or anything is a mystery not even Sherlock can figure out. Being a klutz you get used to this and just relax knowing it'll hurt less, but when I fall, I don't feel leaves or sticks. I feel warm comfy fur.
I open my eyes because it became very quiet. I look around me and only find deep red fur lining my vision. I turn to my left and find the big guy staring at me with an amused smile.
"You so did this on purpose!" I laugh feeling a lot better. "How about Will?" I bet he tripped me, but at the moment I don't care. I feel safe around this huge, radioactive wolf. Ironic, yes.
He shakes his head.
"Ugh, I might have to just call you Wolf."
He blows a lot of hot air into my face getting some moisture on my face and hair. I wipe it off before speaking.
"Yum, deer." I glare at him.
He rolls his eyes.
"I can't think of anything… Wait! What about Eric? Wait, never mind. That's my brother's name. Guess what? I am going to call you Ringo whether you like it or not!"
Ringo huffs.
"Ringo that is what you get. Now, live with it." I cross my arms and lean back. "Can you wake me up when it gets dark out because if anyone wants to talk to me they'll call." I grumble snuggling in his pelt knowing full well no one is going to call me.
Ringo brings his head around and lays it on my lap. I pet between his ears. I hear his tail begin to wag and I smile. Why can't people be like Ringo?
Sorry about the million Beatles references... My best friend and I are going to a impersenator (i so spelled that wrong didn't i?) concert tomorrow and i am so excited!
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