Chapter 16

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Chapter 16: The plans

Quil's world

"Wake up Cinderella!" Embry yelled from my bedroom door.

"Go away," I groaned rubbing my eyes. I felt him approach closer to me.

"Don't be bitter princess. You have a date today with your prince charming," Embry said opening the blinds from my window, letting the sunlight seep through into the room.

Prince Charming? I thought she would be the Princess and I would be the Sweet Prince who would swoop her up.

"You mean I have a date with my Princess... right?" I asked confused as to what he had meant.

"Quil, we all know Claire is the man in this relationship," Embry stated.

I rolled my eyes and headed to the bathroom. I closed the door and started brushing my teeth. Claire... the man of the relationship? No... I'm the man! I mean, yeah Claire is tough. She also is outspoken and not afraid to do what she wants to do. She is a very outgoing girl, and is really good at getting what she wants. Every time we are together, she knows exactly what to say and do. She always picks out the movies and...

Holy Crap! Claire over powers our bond. Not that I mind, but I need to insert my manliness into this bond too.

I exited the bathroom and made my way to the living room. Almost all the guys were here. They stopped talking as soon as I walked in.

"What?" I asked them.

"You look all off," Seth said to me.

"I'm okay," I said defensively.

"Did everything go okay with Claire?" Paul asked looking at me with pity in his eyes.

"Yes," I hissed annoyed. "I asked her out on a date."

"So, if everything went alright … why do you look pensive and shit?" Brady asked rubbing his neck.

Should I ask them about the Claire thing? Yes.

"Do you guys think Claire is …." I trailed off shaking my head.

"The man in the relationship?" asked Collin finishing my sentence.

"Yeah," the guys chorused. Traders!

"Quil," Embry said.

"What," I grunted flopping myself onto the couch next to Seth.

"You can show her how manly you are today on your date. I mean, take her somewhere she wouldn't expect to go. You know her well enough to order for her, so do it. When she suggests to do something, you should suggest something better. Take control man," Embry suggested. My eyes widen in surprised.

Embry is never this smart … Wait! There is only one explanation for this weird situation, Embry has been possessed.

"Listen you asshole, I don't know who you are. I don't care who you are, but if you don't bring back Embr-" I was cut off by Seth.

"Embry if you don't come back, I'm going to burn your Shelly belly Bear," Seth threatened.

"No! Not Shelly bear … anything but her!" Embry exclaimed alarmed.

We all knew how he loved his childhood bear, his mom gave to him, when he was a toddler. He took care of that thing better then he would take care of himself. It was truly some kind of weird obsession.

"Listen guys It's me!" Embry tried to convince us. I narrowed my eyes in suspicion.

"No, I have not been possessed," Embry said. It was like he could read my mind … strange.

"I can be smart sometimes," Embry reasoned.

"Okay, you had a smart moment," I said trying to end this pointless conversation.

Embry huffed and sat on the couch. I laughed at him, he looked like an angry toddler. He threw me an angry glare, but I ignored it.

Where was I going to take Claire tonight? It had to be a unexpected place, just like Embry was trying to say. Where? Where?

'Think Quillian' I said to my brain. Sometimes I think I'm officially crazy, I mean I have named my brain Quillian. Who does that? Nobody... only me. I don't really care though, it works for me.

What does Claire love to eat that she hasn't had in awhile? Aha! Claire is half Hispanic. I know where to take her!

"I know where to take her!" I exclaimed jumping up from the couch.

The guys looked at me like I had gone mad. I smiled wide and ran to the kitchen to get some food. I made myself a bowl of cereal and ate it like the wolf I was. I glanced at the clock on the stove, and it read 3:35 pm. Shit! I only have two hours and a half to plan this date!

I threw my bowl in the sink and rushed myself to the bathroom to take a shower.

So much to plan! So much to do! This date has to be perfect. I have totally lost my manliness, but I was determined to gain it back today.

Watch out Claire, Quil and Quillian are taking over. Yep, officially insane.

Claire's mind

I woke up to the sound of music blaring out the living room speakers. There is nothing better, than to be woken up by Britney Spears! Lie. Lie. Lie. It is possibly the worst thing. I mean, I like her songs and all but this song especially was creeping me out.

The song 3 by Britney was playing. I like to hear this song when my mom is not home or preferably in a club. Now, with my mom home... not so much.

My mom never played music in the morning unless she is, upset with someone, happy that she doesn't have to go to work, or she had some good bang bang last night. And the last reason is what I least want to think about.

The next song that played was Gimme more by Britney. Oh Gosh! My suspicion was correct. My mom got some good cudie last night. I really shouldn't know her this well. Nobody wants to know when their parent had a good lay or has anything related to sexual activity.

"Bonita levantate! Yo cocine unos frijoles con arroz y crema al lado," My moms voice called out. (Beautiful get up! I cooked some beans with rice and cream at the side)

Please! Somebody save me from this cruel reality! My mom is speaking Spanish! Spanish!

"Laurie you strait up fucked the English language out of her!" I exclaimed close to tearing up.

Maybe I was exaggerating, but I love being a drama queen. It makes life simply more exciting in my opinion. I glanced at my clock and it was ten minutes away from being twelve in the afternoon. I was slightly nervous to face my mom when I walked out of my room. I rushed to the bathroom and relieved myself. After washing my hands I headed towards the kitchen, determined to face my fear. The fear of being smothered by my mother.

"Darling! I'm so glad your awake. Come," My mom said excitedly. Ha! I think she has had enough cumming last night.

"Come and join me for lunch!" she said excitedly. Her smile looked like it could crack her face at any moment. Oh! It is worse than I thought!

I sat at the dinner table and observed my food, just to make sure she hadn't slipped some Meth or any other drugs in my food. I mean, her happiness seemed a bit unreal right now.

I started eating and my mom smiled at me encouraging me to eat more. Her smile looked like an evil villain in those cartoon shows.

"So... how is it?" she asked resting her elbows on the table allowing her to rest her chin in her hands.

"Great … umm what made you cook?" I asked not sure if I really wanted to hear the answer. My mom only cooked when she was extremely happy or when she had people coming over.

She sighed and had a dreamy look in her eyes.

"Well, yesterday Laurie and I decided to go to the Pleasure Room," she started out saying.

I chocked on my food, my mom had to jump out of her seat to pat my back. My eyes were wide and I was tearing from the coughing.

"Raise you hands honey," my mom said.

I waved my hands frantically and finally managed to calm down.

"You okay?" my mother asked.

"Um ...hmmm," I said trying to regain my voice back.

The Pleasure Room is a naughty adult store. I couldn't believe she had told me she went there.

"Go, uh... finish what you were telling me," I said to her. Her eyes lit up once again.

"Okay. As I was saying, we bought some things. Let me tell you honey, those toys rocked my world,"My mom finished saying.

"Wow, umm, these beans are delicious!" I said, trying to ignore the fact the she had just confessed how great her adventure had been last night.

"Thank you! Are you doing anything tonight?" my mom asked me.

"Uh, I have a date tonight," I murmured.

"Really, with who?"

"Quil," I stated.

"No way! He finally grew some man parts and told you?" My mom yelled.

"Wait. You knew?" I asked confused.

"Duh! Otherwise, I would have never let Quil hang around here that long. I still can't believe he waited all this time for you. That Quil sure is something. At first he seemed like a stalker and I thought he was around, because he thought I was a Milf. But, no. He had never shown signs of lust toward me, only bother affection towards you. I confronted him after a week of him constantly seeing you, to ask him why he was around you so much. No normal 16 year old gets attached to a two year old that quickly. I threatened to take you away if he didn't give me a reason for his closeness to you." She explained.

"He surrendered and blurted out that he was a werewolf and he had imprinted on you. That the imprint to him was in no way Pedophile-ish. I remembered I looked at him like he had gone nuts. I even asked him if he had found my secret stash of wee-," she cut herself off and stopped talking. Whoa! My mom smoked pot? My mom was a bad ass!

"Uh, forget that I said that. Anyways, I asked him for proof and he showed me. It was kind of surprising how I didn't scream or faint at the sight of him. Ever since that day, he has always helped me with you. I will always be thankful for his help. Plus, he is a nice piece of meat to look at. If I wasn't a lesbian, I would have been all over Quil." My mom finished.

I was happy that my mom had told me this. It was a relief to know that I didn't have to explain the werewolf situation to her. Hmm, now I could say this to my mom ...

'Hey mom, I have a date with my werewolf boyfriend so don't wait up tonight. I will be super safe, since he is extremely strong! Don't worry about the full moon, he phases whenever he wants to.'

Yep, I could totally see myself saying that.

Quil's mind

"Hey stud!" Embry said when I walked into the kitchen all dressed and ready for my date.

"You ready for your date I see," Paul said looking at me.

"Yep. I have everything planned out and I am pumped," I said enthusiastically.

"What time are you picking her up?" asked Brady.

"At six thirty. Why?"

"Dude, it is five thirty. You still have an hour," Collin said laughing with the others.

"What!" I looked at the clock and true to Collin's word it read five thirty. How can girls take so long to get ready? I did so many thing in just one hour in a half? It felt like I had used up all my time and would arrive late to pick up Claire.

Claire's world

"Thanks guys for coming," I said to Nayeli and Yordy as they fallowed me to my room along with my mom.

"Yes, thank you kids for coming," My mother said.

"No prob Miss Young. I would have come just so I could see you pretty face and glorious physic,"Nayeli said in her flirty tone.

"Why, thank you. Your not so bad your self. If you were perhaps a few years older, I wouldn't have minded having fun with you beautiful," My mom flirted back.

"If I was a few years older, there would be less talk and more play going on," Nayeli purred.

"Ugh! Gross! Please, I beg you guys to stop this talk now!" I said disgusted.

I had always thought Yordy would have said this or maybe some other guy. Nope, it had to be Nayeli. Although, my mom was always a sucker for compliments.

"Your such a mood killer Claire," Yordy said.

"I get the fact that you think girl on girl is hot, but one of those girls is my mom. How would you feel if Nayeli was having this conversation with your mom?" I asked him pointing out the feeling I was feeling.

He scrunched up his nose in disgust. "Point taken," he agreed.

"So I was thinking of wearing a v-neck and some skinny jeans with some converse-," I was cut off by mom.

"Are you going out with your mom or your boyfriend?" my mom asked, but some how it sounded like a rhetorical question.

"Don't answer that. My point is that you have to try something new. Something that is you and a little not you," my mom said.

"Like a dress or something?" I asked.

My mom made eye contact with Nayeli and Yordy.

"Claire wait here a moment. Yordy and Nayeli fallow me outside," she said pointing her finger to the door. I watched as they stepped out of my bedroom. My mom was up to something either good or bad. I just really hope its a good thing.

My door opened and it had my mom step through it with an idiotic smile. I'm officially doomed!

"Now Claire, I want you to calm down and take a deep breath," my mom told me.

"Uhh ... are we about to do yoga or something?" I asked confused.

"No. Now close your eyes," Nayeli said. I closed my eyes and then felt a rag being tied around my eyes.

"You guys aren't going to keep me blind folded and shove me in a closet are you?" I joked with them. There was no response and that frightened me.

"Uhh... why are you guys not responding?" I asked them nervously.

"No reason, just thinking about what will suit you perfectly for this date," I heard my mom say.

I heard them walk around my room and I also heard many 'Why does she never wear this' or 'She actually owns high heels?'

"How is this considered underwear," I heard Yordy ask at one point.

I felt hands tugging on my shirt so I lifted my arms up, so my shirt could be removed. I felt the same tug on my jeans and moved around a little to lower them down once they were unbuttoned.

"Missy is that a belly piercing?" My mom asked accusingly.

A belly piercing? I don't remember getting that. I'm pretty sure I didn't go out when I had gotten drunk with Yordy. I think I would have seen the piercing when I had showered the next morning. Wouldn't I?

"I don't remember," I said in all honesty.

"Oh really. So it wasn't you who left a shirt that read "Latina Lover" in the apartment parking lot?" My mom said raising her eyebrow.

My shirt was in the parking lot? At that moment, my drunk night with Yordy played in my head like a vivid dream. I hate flashbacks when I get drunk because they remind me of how dumb I acted.

FLASHBACK

"Where are you going?" Yordy asked as I opened the front door.

"To get some air. My head hurts," I said walking out of the door.

I sighed and closed my eyes, happy to feel the cool breeze hit my face.

"Feels good out here huh?" a voice asked. It was coming from my right side.

I turned to my right to see my next door neighbor in front of his door smoking a cigarette.

"Yeah, it feels great. What are you doing now?" I asked making my way towards him.

"I just got done doing a tattoo for my friend about an hour ago. Why, you interested in a tattoo?" He questioned.

Do I want a tattoo? No. Maybe something smaller and not really permanent.

"Ehh," I slurred.

"How about a piercing?"He asked.

"Yes!" I said enthusiastically. He laughed and mentioned me to fallow him inside his apartment.

I walked in and fallowed him to a backroom. Inside the room there was a table in the middle of the room.

"Go ahead and lay on the table," he said.

I did as he told me and layed on the table. He lifted my shirt up to my ribs and rubbed, what it had appeared to be alcohol on, my belly button.

"That's cold," I said giggly.

"Take a deep breath, this might sting a little," he warned.

I closed my eyes and then I felt a pinch.

"AH!" I screamed. He looked alarmed.

"Does it really hurt that bad?" he asked.

"Not really," I confessed. The truth was that I only felt a small harmless pinch.

"The why did you scream?" he asked confused.

"Eh," I said shrugging my shoulders. "They always scream on the movies when they show someone getting a piercing."

He chuckled. "Ah Claire … only you," he said smiling.

"Are you done?" I asked.

"Yes. Now to maintain it you must clean it with some antibacterial soap and some sea salt along with some warm water. You don't want your piercing getting infected." He said.

"Also it might not hurt much now, because I numbed you up before piercing you. I would recommend not touching it with you hands before washing them."He finished.

So many steps. My head was starting to hurt.

"Thanks Santiago. How much do I owe you?" I asked getting up from the table.

"Don't worry about it. You always help me get in my apartment when I forget my key," He said. It was true. I was quite handy with a bobbing pin to open a door.

"I appreciate it man. You know if I didn't have a boyfriend and was a little older, I would have totally been all over you," I teased him as I made my way to the front door.

He laughed. I was telling the truth. Santiago was slightly tan and was well built and tall. His eyes were green and his smile was wonderful. I also liked his snake bites. It made him look exotic in a way.

"Hey, twenty one is not that old. Anything between us would be legal," he teased. "If I were sixteen again, I would have wooed you my dear Claire."

"Although, I wouldn't want to get your boyfriend mad. I'm in no way a violent person," he said.

Santiago may look like a toned bear, but he is such a peaceful and relaxed person.

He walked me to my door. I started taking off my shirt and that made him go on alert mode.

"W-what are doing," he asked trying to cover me up with my shirt.

I snatched the shirt from him and threw it.

"I'm going to go and turn myself into a cheeto," I said stupidly.

He laughed and kissed my fore head. "Be safe and goodnight," he said walking back to his door.

END FLASHBACK

Like mother like daughter. People always use that saying. I guess I am just as flirty as my mom.

"It was Santiago," I said.

"Our next door neighbor?" My mom asked.

"Yep, that's him."

"You're lucky I'm not like other moms," mom said. "But, if you ever decide to do something like this, at least tell me."

"Okie dokie mom."

"Should I step out the room?" I heard Yordy ask.

"Why do you want to step out of the room?" Nayeli asked him.

"Doesn't Claire have to change into some different underwear or something?"

"I thought you were gay?" my mom asked him sounding confused.

"What? No, I'm not gay. Why would you ask that?" Yordy said outraged. I silently laughed.

"I just thought that with your swoopy hair and purple hoodie you were trying to rock the Bieber look,"My mom said.

It was kind of true. Yordy had changed his hair style from spike-y hair to swoopy, flip to the side, hair. With his perfect teeth, he looked like an Hispanic Justin Bieber.

"I thought Justin Bieber was a girl with a lesbian hair cut," Nayeli interjected confusedly.

"He is a kid who sings pop music, and his songs are not that bad," Yordy said like he didn't even like Justin Bieber. I know for a fact that he had Bieber fever and he is to scared to admit it.

"I was like baby, baby, baby … oh!" I started singing.

"Like baby, baby, baby … no!" Yordy continued for me. He smiled until he realized he had sung along.

"Fine. I like Justin B," He admitted. "I'm guilty of having Bieber fever friday nights,"

We continued to have random conversations among us. I really liked hanging out with my mom, even if I was blindfolded throughout the whole time. It was some what frustrating not knowing what was being put on me.

"I'm not going to look like a slut or the crept creeper … am I?" I asked worried.

I heard someone scoff and snort.

"You wound me Claire," my mom said. "Although, I think the dress you are wearing makes your ass look huge."

"What!" I yelled alarmed. I quickly hopped off of my bed and tore the blindfold off. I headed toward my full length mirror.

"Ah!" I yelled as I saw myself in the mirror.

The women in front of me was freaking me out. She was wearing a hot pink dress. The dress was in a v-neck style and was about halfway to the knee length. I turned to my side and saw a v- back style, making me look classy and sassy. My ass looked huge, making me completely satisfied. My tatas looked awesomely perky. I have such a guy mentality and I'm okay with that. I wonder how Quil will react to my outfit.

I continued to revise myself in the mirror. I had my eyes winged out with black eyeliner, making my eyes look exotic. I had a copper blush that helped to bring out my cheekbones and dimple. I had a lip liner, that helped my lips look sensual when I smiled. I was happy that my lips were a natural light red color.

"Only lip liner?" I questioned Nayeli with a raised eyebrow.

"Girl. you know the rules. Only lip liner and no lip stick, you don't mess with that shit," Nayeli said seriously. I smiled at her.

My hair was strait at the bottom and was voluminous at the top, creating my scene style that I loved to do.

"Thanks guy, like really. I would have probably walked out of here with just some jeans and a t-shirt," I said. "I may not be your average teen, but I'm happy that I have you guys," I confessed.

I really need to stop watching all these soap opras, they are turning me soft.

They all looked at me surprised, since I was close to tears. I had never really had a normal teenage life, and at this moment it had felt like one.

"Oh Honey!" my mom exclaimed attacking me with kisses on the cheek. She wrapped me into a tight hug.

Both Nayeli and Yordy joined in on the hug. It felt like one of those movie moments. After about two minutes, I just couldn't take all the love.

"Okay, I think that's enough," I said disentangling myself from the hug.

"One day, you will be hugged to death and you will like it," Yordy said.

"Well, until that day, I think I will keep hugs short," I said.

"Overall, thanks," I said to them.

"I think we forgot one thing," Nayeli said. What could have we forgotten.

"What?" I asked looking at myself up and dow- ... oh!

"Shoes," Nayeli said.

Great! Now I have to go through my shoes to see which ones go with the dress. Sometimes being a female sucks!

Quil's mind

I decided to play some cards with the guys, while I waited for the time to pass. We were playing poker and so far I was winning.

"Quil's cheating!" exclaimed Seth half way through the game.

"No I'm not. I just have really good luck," I said smugly.

"Really, because if you don't leave right now you will be late picking up Claire," Seth said with a smirk.

I glanced at the clock. Shoot! It was 6:22.

I jumped out of my seat and rushed to the front door.

"See you guys later," I yelled.

"Bye," they chorused.

I was minutes away from taking out Claire on our first official date. My wait is finally over. Tonight Claire would be mine. 'That's what she said' I thought. I really have to stop spending too much time with Embry.

AN: well here is another chapter.

I'm sorry there really isn't a lot of action going on but I'm still trying to think about where Quil should take Claire to.

If you have any suggestions, please feel free to tell me!

It would make it a whole lot easier on me.

Also, this chapter probably has a lot of errors since I have no beta:( But I have gotten some offers, so I will hopefully soon have a beta!

Tell me what you think about this chapter and thanks for reading my insanely Awesome readers!(:

- Jenafear