It's Complicated

It's Complicated: 17

"Oh."

"Yeah. I haven't been a wolf long, but I'm not stupid. I've noticed how possessive and jealous you get when I hang around with other guys, but they're just my friends. I've never been interested in them in a romantic way. And don't even deny it."

"And that won't be happening. Without me there you can't hang out with the guys anymore." My jaw drops and he smirks. I shove him, but it's difficult seeing as he still has my hands. He doesn't go far.

"I don't need your permission to hang out with my friends." I pull my hands from his grip and cross my arms over my chest defiantly. "I make my own choices."

"Alright you two." The doctor cuts Bo off by pushing the door to the room open. "Before this even starts, I'm putting an end to it. Stress and anger isn't good for healing so for the time being, Bo no arguing with her." I smirk, feeling victorious, but her next words wipe that off my face. "And Tala, I'd advse you not to purposely make him angry. You'll have to deal with me and I'll accidentally break one of your crutches so you'll have to stay in bed. You've both been warned." She sets them against the wall and gives us a look saying 'behave' before walking away. She really doesn't waist time, does she.

"Well, I want to get up. Hand me the crutches would you mate?" He frowns and looks from me to where the crutches are leaning and then back to me.

"No."

"But the doctor said-"

"She said we can't argue and I'm ending this 'discussion' right now. There are no ifs, ands or buts. You are staying in bed until you can walk under your own power." I narrow my eyes at my so called mate. From what I remember, aren't mates supposed to do what their mate says? Or at least, that's what I got out of what my mom and Asher were saying. I've seen mom calm Asher down and tell him what to do and he does it. Why can't Bo be like that? I want a pushover for a mate, not because they're better, but they won't be ordering me around all the time.

"Bo, I am not sitting in this bed for the next two weeks!" He mirrors my posture and keeps his determined face. See what I mean; stubborn and controlling.

And here begins the stare down between the two of us. If Barron were here, I'd thank him for all the practice, but he isn't. I never really knew how useful this could actually be.

I stare directly into his pretty purple eyes, not once blinking. Sorry dude, but those eyes won't distract me this time. This is one fight I will not back down from. Sure I actually let Barron have a few, but this isn't my brother and my freedom is on the line. He will always claim he won because he's better, but I'm a great sister like that. I love my older brother and his pride isn't something I personally want to damage. His mate can do that. I presume Brianna being in my brother's room late at night and making funny noises isn't just a one time thing.

Bo suddenly sticks his tongue out and scrunches up his face. I make sure to keep my eyes open as I make a similar face, but instead of scrunching up my face I pull my ears out so they're facing him. He crosses his eyes and I pull my hair from behind me to hold it above my lip like a mustache.

"Hey guys, how's it- What are you two doing?" Barron pauses in the doorway and Bo shoots him an annoyed glare, breaking eye contact with me. A smile breaks out on my face and I fist pump in victory.

"I win! Barron hand me the crutches... please." I add and gesture to their place. Bo's head snaps back to face me.

"That's not fair!" He complains, sounding like a child. "That's cheating."

"Life's not fair, but I won fair and square mister. Help me up or I'll do it myself."

"Did I interrupt something?" My brothers asks and I notice the mini steps he's taking to escape from the room.