Chapter 12
Kris
I officially hate Mondays now. First of all, I have to lug my leg around with the brace on. Second, I have to have my sister help me shower. Have you ever had an older woman help a naked younger woman before? Trust me, it's not fun. And third, I was going to be nowhere near my wolf for a whole day. This sucks.
I found some flashy clothing that I rarely wore and put it on. A DJ must look her best, right?
Basically, it was a white and silver tank top with a bedazzled denim jacket and a pair of jeans. The jeans had a silver peace sign on each back pocket. I took out my silver hairband and put it on. Clara said I was fine without makeup, so we trudged down the stairs and headed for the car.
"It's okay, Clara, I only need my right foot for the gas and brakes," I assured her when she insisted that she drive.
"But Kristen-"
"Ep! No buts."
"But-"
"Ep!"
Clara sighed and climbed into the passenger seat. I adjusted the rearview mirror, and we were gone.
Brady
Alice was practically bouncing on the spot. She's been dying- technically- to go to this club. I scanned the area. No Kris. Emmett was just as much on edge as I was. Poor Mai was hiding behind Collin. She was wearing a pink mini-dress with hoop earrings and high heels. I don't know why she tried hiding, though. Any guy that got an eyeful of her also got a warning glare from Collin. Marigold and Embry weren't present. Embry went in to see if the music was loud. He came back saying that loud was an understatement. Marigold couldn't go in.
"Where is she, where is she, where is she?" Emmett chanted. Rosalie looked around the room excitedly.
"Ooh! Is that-" Rosalie gasped, pointing at another black haired girl.
"Not her," I interrupted. Mai tugged at her red highlights and looked at the door.
"Brady, Emmett," she said quietly.
We turned around. Emmett choked out a gasp.
Kris was wearing an outfit that Alice herself would kill to wear. Her curly black hair was pulled out of her face with a silver headband that reflected some of the neon lights by the door. She wasn't looking at us, but at the jerk-face that kissed her the other day. The said jerk-face was busy running at her and hugging her. I could hear her embarrassed giggles and saw her blush.
And then the jerkface kissed her. I quickly looked down, but I still felt my heart drop. Emmett, however, looked like he was going to throw something at him. Something particularly heavy, like a table or the whole food court.
"What is he doing to Brady's Imprint?" he snarled under his breath. I looked up at him sharply. Wait, wasn't he more worried about his great niece kissing a jerk-face like him? Edward gave me a confused look, as if he agreed with me. Then Edward grimaced.
"What?" I asked.
"The man she's kissing, Dillan, is thinking about Kristen in a manner I do not like to address in public."
I snarled. Emmett echoed that. A bunch of innocent bystanders won't mind if I morph into a wolf, will they?
Kris
I giggled. Dillan was such a goofball! He kissed me softly, the kiss slowly getting more passionate. But, like it has been lately, I wasn't feeling the same way. The kiss seemed all wrong. I didn't want it.
Snarls erupted from the back of the club. Dillan broke apart from me to turn and look.
It was Brady and his friends! They had another family with them, one with pale skin and matching golden eyes. The pale family was helping Brady's friends in calming down Brady himself and a black-haired pale boy. Well, he was hardly a boy, and rather a man.
"Um, Dillan, I need to get to the DJ booth. I'll see you at lunch," I said quickly, heading as fast as I could to the booth.
Fern, the girl who covers for me when I'm late, smiled and handed me the headphones.
"Thanks, Fern," I mouthed. I couldn't yell because the speakers were blaring an outrageously loud song. That's what the headphones were for. So we can hear the music in them, but not in such a high volume.
When the song ended, I took the mic and welcomed everyone.
"Okay, let's get a bunch of couples on the dance floor," I yelled into the mic. Couples were beginning to gather onto the dance floor and skate rink alike. The pale family was already rolling on some skates. Brady and his friends were mashing together on the dance floor. Brady was shuffling a little bit, out of place.
"Hey! Couples only!" I yelled at him, motioning for him to come over. He gladly sprinted away from the dance floor and came up the steps at the booth.
"Hey, Kris!" he said cheerfully.
"Hey, since you don't have a girl, why don't you be my co-deejay?" I asked.
"Sure, why not?" he laughed, putting on the extra headphones I gave him. He waved at one of his friends, who stopped dancing with a pale, bronze-haired girl to gawk at him. The girl turned to see what he was looking at and laughed, waving back at Brady.
"Friends of yours?" I asked, picking out the next song.
"Yeah, we go way back," Brady answered. "That was Jacob and his wife, Nessie."
"Wife?" I almost dropped the next CD.
"Yeah, Ness is twenty, Jacob is twenty-seven."
I blinked and tried not to look surprised. They looked younger than twenty and twenty-seven!
"What about everyone else?" I asked warily. Was Brady twenty-something, too?
"Well, the girl in the pink dress with red highlights is Mai. She's dancing with my best friend, Collin. The redhead girl with the pale skin is Erin. She's twenty-three, as is Seth, her husband. Their adopted son, Harry, is hanging out in the food court."
He pointed at a young boy that had the same copper skin as Brady and most of his friends. Harry was carrying a medium soda and a hot dog.
"Uh, oh, go over and tell him those hot dogs aren't any good. The only good stuff we have here is the popcorn," I told Brady.
"Don't worry about Harry. We found he has no sense of taste. He can eat burned popcorn and still say it tastes good!"
I wrinkled my nose, but sure enough, Harry was contentedly chowing on the hot dog.
"Hey, Kris!"
I looked down.
Dillan was standing there, glaring at Brady. Brady growled at him. Uh, oh.
AN: Uh, oh is right, Krissie!
