In Love With A Werewolf, Kidnapped by a Fairy...Wait...What? (Book 2) On HOLD

Chapter 2!

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My story didin't get into the vampire section cause it was rated "r" :( Otherwise I would have been. BLAH. lol

I'm changing Darcy to Katy Perry as her actress. She's more what I want. lol.

"What did you do now?" My mother sighed, helping me up from the chair and leading me to her ford focus she'd parked along the curb in front of the coffee shop I was waiting at. I bit my lip, I wasn't sure if telling her I was being stalked by a psyco fairy dude was the best Idea, she might freak out a bit... OR A LOT.

"uh...." I hedged, avoiding the searcing stare she sent in my direction, "I stepped on the curb weird and well, it just kinda gave out without warning." She rolled her eyes at me and I figured for me at least, it wasn't that weird for something like that to happen.

My stomach flipped around as we drove towords the house, no matter how hard I try I couldn't stop from worrying about what Troy wanted to talk about. He hadn't seemed mad or anything on the phone... Then I remembered something about his tone, He seemed almost.. nervous! Oh my god! He's nervous about breaking up with me!  It was just like him to worry about hurting me when he broke up with me.

"Darcy!" My mother yelled into my ear, inturupting my inner battle and making me jump in shock. I snapped my head towards her and narrowed my eyes at her. She put her hands up in defense and I couldn't help but grinning.

"I'm not going to hit you." I cackled, rubbing my hands together in a decidedly EVIL manner, making  my mother eye me nervously and shake her head.

"Yeah, your not going to hit me... and I'm the fucking queen of England." 

I stuck my tongue out at her and crossed my arms across my chest, pouting that she'd put me in my place once again. This day truely and completely sucked giant, hairy, wrinklely monkey balls. As she pulled the car into the driveway I thought about what I should wear tonight, did it even matter?  Probably not... or maybe...

Maybe I was too immature for him? I opened the car door and pondered on the new found revalation I'd just had. Maybe if I acted, and dressed like an adult instead of a color blind tottler he'd decide not to break up with me! Grinning happily I ran up the stairs into my room and started rumaging through my closet, desprate to find clothes a bit more.... Grownup.

I pulled a black, longsleeved button up shirt from the far corner of my closet and gave it a sniff, then let out a huge sneeze. It smelled like moth puke and dust, just great. My only grown up shirt smelled like something the cat dragged out... and slept on. Shrugging, I reached for my favorite coconut purfume and started spraying the shirt quite inthusiastically.

"That should do the trick." I muttered, tossing the shirt onto my bed carelessly before turning back to my messy closet to choose the bottom part of my outfit. Scanning each item carefully while tapping my pointer finger on my lip I finally settled on a tan, high waisted, pencil skirt that stopped 3 inches above my knees with a little lace edging on it.  THen, just so I owuldn't look like I was trying too hard, I grabbed a rainbow scarf and threw it onto my bed along with the skirt.

I dropped to my knees and started shuffling through the shoe boxes I had stcked on the floor of my closet, trying to find the right pair of heels to wear, If I was getting broken up with, I sure as hell was goign to go down with some killer pumps. Carelessly, I tossed the lids of the boxes behind me and pushed each one box off to my left, none of them were right!

Just when I thought I'd have to do an emergency shopping trip I opened a black box and sighed happily at the beautiful high heels nestkled amonst cream colored tissue paper. They were black suade BEAU 50's madamoiselle heels and they were absuletely the cutest heels I'd ever seen in my life. In fact, I didn't remember how I'd gotten them because I sure hadn't bought them or they would have been worn long before this. I shrugged and pulled them carefully out of the box and set them on the floor side by side and just admired their beauty.