Plot Twist

Chapter 13

Putting on my most innocent smile, I clapped my hands together, "Oh, that sounds so fun! In fact, I was just about to chillax and watch some Netflix myself. I don't suppose I could join you guys?"

I knew Skylar would totally hate me for ruining her bonding time with her boo-thang, but I didn't really care. I wasn't going to leave it up to the emotionally vulnerable heroine of a lousy Werewolf novel to make smart decisions at the moment. Even she did something stupid, she would not only regret it, but also be heartbroken if Zack wasn't as serious about it as she was. And, besides, what better way to relax than to fuck with the minds of horny teenagers?

Also, someone please help me refrain from using the word 'boo-thang'.

Skylar tried to give me a subtle 'back-off' look, "Well, Cal, I think -"

"Great! I'm so glad you guys want to hang out with me!" I cut her off by clapping again and grinning widely. Although, it was more of an evil grin than a joyous one.

I pretended not to notice how they both exchanged a 'How-do-we-get-rid-of-her?' glance and hopped out off my bed to bound across the hallway to Skylar's room. Being the two polite young adults they were, they were also way too nice to tell me to get lost.

Zack and Fake-twin wandered in after me and sat down on the bed beside each other while I pulled Netflix up on Skylar's Smart-TV at the edge of the bed. "What do you guys want to watch?" I asked the two love-birds, thinking it was the least I could do after technically ruining their alone time together.

"Well, Zack and I were actually talking earlier - you know, before you were here," Skylar's voice sounded from behind me, "There's a documentary on poor health in America that sounded pretty cool."

Uh, and I call this girl my fake-sister? What kind of person blatantly picks some monotone documentary over Blair Waldorf and her sassiness?

Fucking werewolves, I tell you.

"So, Gossip Girl it is!" I cheerily announced before pressing the play button before either could of them could protest. Turning around, I noticed how Zack and Skylar were laying pretty close together on the bed.

Like, 'let's cuddle' close.

Once again feigning innocence, I climbed onto the bed and forced myself between them as the pilot episode started to play. When I say forced, I mean forced.

Skylar refused to move at all, but after a few moments, I managed to push her to the side enough to slide in between them. I felt like an overprotective parent trying to keep her pre-teen daughter from going on a date or something.

Hmm. If I ever have kids one day, you can bet I'm going to make their teenage years hell.

We all laid there while Gossip Girl played for about five minutes before Zack tried to start a conversation.

"Man, this Blair chick is a bit of a bitch, isn't she?" Zack chuckled awkwardly, "Not to be like, uh, rude or, uh, anything, but, you know."

No, Zack, we don't know.

"Yeah, I mean, who the hell treats people like that? She isn't some sort of Queen," Skylar agreed, huffing.

I clenched my fists.

Blair Waldorf is Queen.

And that's how the next forty minutes of my life went: Fake-twin and Almost-Dylan-O'Brien making snippy comments about the characters or how they behaved like rude brats. By the time the next episode started to load, I was barely holding myself back.