Shit, shit, shit, shit, fuck that wasn't planned! My brain's races in circles- no, actually, it's more like spinning on the spot. Frantically spinning on the spot until you feel sick - but you can't stop.
Just like you couldn't stop kissing Eoin Gallagher...I hastily shove that thought away as I dart through the last few trees, choking on my relief as I see the halfway house. I scramble up the steps of the porch, insanely glad that Todd and Gordon have gone back inside. I don't particulary want anyone to see me after I've just proved that I'm the exact same slut that Crusher made me into all those years ago. I try to go up the stairs without making any noise, but the sound of my breathing is enough to alert every bloody wolf in a five mile radius that I'm here.
Great. Absolutely freaking great.
"Alba?" Tristan asks hesitantly, leaning against the wall at the top of stairs.
"...Aye?" I reply when I realise I have nowhere to hide. Is there ever any where you can hide when you're on a staircase??
"Are you alright?" He checks, looking me over quickly for any bruises.
"Y-yeah, I'm just grand, Trist." I stutter, trying not to think about the taste of Eoin in my mouth. Why does the git have to taste so good?!
"Y'sure? I saw Todd and Gordon out the front...what had 'em shifting?" I groan inwardly, looking around for a way past him.
"Erm, just...a supe..." I trail off, hoping that'll be enough to satisfy his curiosity.
"What sort of supe?" Tristan demands instantly, his eyes flashing.
"The supernatural kind of supe." I reply sarcastically and Tristan rolls his eyes.
I'll just go ask Gordon, he decides and it's my turn to roll my eyes. I go up the last few stairs tiredly, trying not to think too much about what just happened in case anyone is listening in on my thoughts. Like my mate. Who I just two timed on...is it even possible to cheat on your mate?!
But...it wasn't really cheating...it's not like me and Eoin took it any further- I shake my head quickly, not wanting these thoughts. These thoughts lead to those actions; the sort you live to regret for the rest of your life.
Or end up being the smartest thing you ever did, the little voice in my head breathes as I remember the feeling of Eoin's lips against mine. Christ, my brain's such a traitor...and evidently up for a bit of two-timing.
"Alba?" Colin's frantic voice jerks me from my thoughts; I look up at him with wide eyes as I hop up the last step onto the landing. How could I cheat on him? He's my mate...he's meant to be my world. And he is...he is my world; I can't picture my life now without him and his gorgeous accent in it. What the fuck was I thinking letting Eoin get to me like that?!
"A-aye, Colin?" I try to sound calm and collected - like I'm not praying my mate doesn't ken I just pulled another lad - but even to me I sound uptight and anxious.
"Where did you go?" He demands, his eyes wide and worried. "Ah woke up an' you were- you were gone!" He chokes, his voice strained. Christ, I'm a bitch; whilst I was out there with Eoin, my mate was in my house going frantic over me missing.
"It's okay, Colin; I just went for a wee walk in the woods." I murmur as I lace my fingers through his, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze.
"I thought Crusher pulled the deadline forward..." He mumbles as he buries his face in my hair, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me closer. A lump rises in my throat as I peep up at him from under my lashes; he thought Crusher had taken me back...and he was worried.
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Full Moon Fling *Unedited*Teen Fiction
Life has never been easy for Alba Fife and it doesn't seem to be making itself any easier after the new Irishman arrives at school. Two packs, two unstable Alphas and one split decision that changes everything. As the time ticks past and Alba meet...