Plot Twist

Chapter 6

Skylar and Zack seemed a little more comfortable with each other now, and were adamantly discussing Skins.

Now, this would have been cool, but they were talking about the United States version, not the British version.

Psh, amateurs.

You go british or you go home, bitch.

"You're totally right about Michelle," Zach replied to something Skylar had said, "But, I should actually probably be going. My mom's the type who would freak out, and I have to stop by the supermarket too."

A tense atmosphere enveloped the booth, and just for a second, I was tempted with Teen Wolf puns or Harry Styles facts.

Don't you do it, Cal. Resist the temptation like you resisted buying Muffin that Harry Styles' cat wig.

Luckily, Fake-twin broke the tension before it could get worse, "Oh, yeah, I totally understand. It's been, uh, nice. You have good taste." She smiled shyly at the end and looked up at him from her lashes.

Good taste? The kid prefers the US-version over the UK-version of Skins. Someone needs to whack him over the head right now. Damn you, Dylan, damn you.

"You too," He cleared his throat awkwardly and started to stand up.

It was pretty clear, from a third wheel perspective, that not only were they both sporting crushes, but they were both way too awkward to ask for the other's number. Does this mean I'm going to have to do this? I took a mental deep breath and prepared myself for talking - kind of - to Dylan O'Brien.

"Hey, uh, Zack?" I spoke up, drawing his attention away from slowly fumbling with his jacket and lingering by the booth.

"Uh, yeah?" He looked me over, probably noticing for the first time that there was another person there with them.

Tsk, kids these days.

"Why don't you give my sister your number? She totally thinks you're cute, she told me herself through our freaky twin telepathic connection," I grinned at him teasingly, and tried to ignore the death glare I was getting from my fake-twin.

So now you're mad? Puh-lease, we both know that in typical I'm-such-an-innocent-main-character fashion, you would have let him walk through that door without getting 'dem digits. Don't you judge me, naive female lead.

Zack blushed - for like, the billionth time - and sloppily wrote his number down on a napkin before making a quick exit with rushed goodbyes.

Bitch didn't even say goodbye to me! Seriously, am I invisible? I know I was totally third wheelin' all that, but considering I made an opportunity happen for him, I think I should've at least gotten a wave o something.

Rude.

The minute Zack was out the door, Skylar turned on me with a slightly mortified yet joyful expression.

"Oh my God, Cal, I cannot believe you said that to him! But, oh my God, I have his number! And he was totally amazing!" She squealed, "But still, being that bold with him? That was insane, Cal!"

I didn't get what the big deal was. Now, of course, I didn't have a lot of experience with boys - try none - but asking for his number didn't seem like a huge life-altering moment there. It's not like I confessed her love for him or anything, right? Is there some sort of unspoken rule that women can't make the first move in fictional world or something? Or is everyone just a little lost because Zack didn't storm in here, growl 'mine' and then prepare to make out with her?

Damn werewolves - distorting views of normal relationships since 1985.

"Hey, you both clearly wanted something to happen, I just sped up the process," I said, finishing the last of my hot chocolate.

"You're right - he's perfect. Even with, you know who, rejecting me yesterday, I can't help but feel so attracted to Zack. I didn't think I'd feel even remotely drawn to boys so soon," She sighed dreamily, staring off into space, most likely having sex fantasies about her new crush.

But me? I couldn't help but feel a twang in my chest about something fake-twin had said. She almost seemed to give the impression that he could be a rebound or something from the relationship she never had with Ryder.

And I didn't want that. I was all for Skylar playing the field and trying new things without the idea of a mate holding her back, but was this too fast? Her rejection had only happened yesterday, and I couldn't speak for her, but thinking about it, it seemed awfully quick to have a crush on a boy.

In the midst of my matchmaking and asking for numbers, I hadn't really come to the realization that maybe Skylar needed some time to heal and figure some shit out for herself instead of jumping into a relationship.

Zack appeared human - a nice one too - and he didn't deserve to be thrown into this kind of lifestyle if it was only for the sake of a rebound.

"Sky," I said softly, snapping her out of her daydream, "I know you like Zack, but are you sure you're okay? It only happened yesterday, and Zack's a nice guy. He doesn't deserve to be a rebound to your soul mate."

Skylar looked at me with her expression serious, "Look, I know it just happened yesterday, but I'm okay. My wolf likes Zack too, and even if she is still mourning, you know who, she's not opposed to the idea of being in a relationship. And you need to trust me - I wouldn't bring someone into my kind of life if I didn't think I was ready for it. Besides, I doubt he even likes me!"

Ugh, geez, why can I not have at least one moment not full of angst or life changing decisions? Perks of being a side character I guess.

I sighed, "Yeah, I trust you. Look, I'm just going to say this, and then I'm done. So many people go into relationships with the kind of mentality that that person is your other half and will complete you, and I know that the werewolf world doesn't exactly play by the rules, but the human one does. If you two were to start something, and let's be honest, you were totally eye-raping each other, just make sure he isn't some replacement. You should go into the relationship with the attitude on how to meet his needs - not how he could meet your expectations or needs. Bottom Line, he's not a werewolf and this kind of relationship would be different, just make sure you aren't looking for some sort of completion after all that's happened."

Damn, am I Dr. Phil or what? I mean, I could rock some daytime TV. Seriously, is it some sort of fictional character trait to make great speeches or something?

Skylar rolled her eyes but sent me a smile, "I got it under control. Why don't you focus on your non-existent love life?"

Psh, chick talks to one guy and thinks she's some sort of love expert now? I don't think so, and hey! Becoming Mrs. Styles is not 'non-existent'. Sure, it's a very small chance, but still.

Hypothetically though, it would be a June wedding.

And, of course, Muffin would be the ring-bearer.

Or should I say, 'paw-bearer'?

I'm so hilarious.

A/N: Thank you guys so much for the reads, comments and votes! They inspire me to write more! Now, I know this chapter seemed a little filler, but I'm really setting things up for the plot, and this chapter is a huge game changer.

I love you all!

-ChattyCupcake