I was out with Nessie. The flashing lights and dodgy blokes that tried dancing with me were scary. They disorientated me, or was that the drink? Nessie seemed fine. Huh. Vampire metabolism or something I was guessing. The dark room with the horrible baseline music basically deafened you, blinded you, scared the shit out of you, yet it was fun. The thrilling sense of the fact you were rebelling and doing something you weren't suppose to. Sam would kill me when I got home tonight. He'd call me a little pisshead and tell me to get the fuck out of his house then Aunt Emily would come over to me, rub my back, tell me I had a hard day and it would all be better in the morning. I was worrying about the shit storm though. Damn, it was a big one; I had run away from my family and soul mate. I had blabbed to Nessie, but luckily she already knew.
God my head hurt. A tall man with a bit of stubble wondered over to me. He had brown eyes that were soulless and I frowned. My Quil's were so much nicer. My Quil? What? He wasn't my anything except my best friend, and that's all he was going to be and all I wanted him to be. Or so I kept telling myself.
"ClaireBear, you need to go home. Your smashed." Nessie came over to me saying.
"I don't need to do anything I don't want."
She sighed and walked away. I needed to grow up and stop avoiding this shitstorm.
The night wore on and Nessie stayed with me. I didn't have no more drinks, exept Cola. After my head felt better I flirted with a few blokes, Letting them drool over me and Buying me drinks i passed on to other woman, I finally decided it was a night.
The Next Morning was Shit. I mean, The head ache and the memory of Sam shouting at me about how worried Quil was and how worried him and Auntie Em' were. It was too much, and as I walked into the kitchen in my long-nighty-top that reached just to the top of my theighs, I realised all the Wolves were there. Quil sat at the west side of the large wooden table and as if he sensed my pressence, he eyes flickered to me and I frowned at him. He stood up and hearded me into the living room.
"Claire, what happened yesterday?" He asked sadness in his voice.
"I cheated on my boyfriend and he can't know Quil. He can't o.k, just leave it."
"I can't just leave it! We shared a kiss and then you left me!" He shouted at me.
"Just fuck off and leave me alone! I hate you! All you do is mess with my head!"