"It's time to get up, Hayley!" my best friend Liam called from downstairs.
I groaned and buried my face in my pillow. "Five more minutes" I said, my voice muffled by my pillow.
"Get up, Hales!" my other best friend, Brooke, called.
"Why?" I groaned.
"Get up, Hayley, before Brooke and I come get you up!" Liam threatened.
I groaned and heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I leaped out of my bed, fully awake now. Last time Liam and Brooke had to get me out of my bed, I learned just how cold water can be. I still get goosebumps sometimes.
"I'm up, I'm up!" I said as Liam and Brooke barged into my room carrying hoses.
Liam narrowed his eyes at me. "Are you really?"
"Yes, I am really," I said, eyeing the hose in his hand.
Brooke studied me for a second. "Alright Liam, I think she's up. But if not, then she's getting a shower the hard way."
"Don't worry, I'm awake," I promised. "Now get out of my room so I can shower."
"I don't know," Liam said. "I still don't think she's fully awake."
I glared at him. "Don't you dare."
Liam raised his hose. "This should wake you up."
"Liam Thomas James, put that hose down right now, before I kick your ass," I warned.
Brooke grinned. "Come on Liam, let Hayley get ready. As hilarious as it would be to watch Hayley kick your ass yet again, we still have to get ready for school as well."
Liam scowled. "Fine, but only because it's her birthday. Next time, Evans. Next time."
I stuck my tongue out at him. "Bring it on, James."
Liam pushed me teasingly and walked out of my room to put the hose away.
Brooke smiled and winked at me as she left. Where would I be without that girl? I can't count how many times she saved me from Liam's wrath and when Liam wants to do something. She truly is God's gift to me.
I grinned and walked into my huge bathroom. A king-sized bathtub was in the corner of the room, a huge shower with different levels of water jets, a toilet, a humongous sink filled with my make-up, lotion, bathroom supplies, and hair styling products, and a giant (and I mean giant) mirror above my sink that the First Lady would kill to have. Don't even get me started on my walk-in closet.
I turned on my shower to a decent temperature and stripped out of my pajamas. I threw my clothes into my hamper and got into the shower.
Cool water soothed my hot skin, and jets of water hit me from different sides. It felt nice, and I let myself enjoy these few minutes of relaxing time.
Being a werewolf, my skin is warmer than a regular humans, so I take cold showers to help cool me down. Liam and Brooke are werewolves as well, along with everyone else who lives in this mansion known as the pack house.
The only reason why I have such a nice room is because I'm the Alpha of Crescent Moon pack's youngest daughter. Even though father hates me, he still makes sure I have the best of everything to show off his money and power. Honestly, nobody likes a bragger.
I washed my hair with my favorite jasmine scented shampoo and washed my body with my green apple scented body wash. I stayed in the shower for a minute longer, and then got out.
I shook the water out of my hair like a dog (what can I say, I embrace my werewolf genes) and ran my brush through it. I brushed out all the tangles and quickly dried my hair.
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What Happens When You Reject Hayley EvansWerewolf
What would you do if your mate rejected you? You would probably cry over your broken heart and never move on. 17 year old Hayley Evans does the exact opposite. She's happy. More than happy, actually, she's ecstatic. Hayley never wanted a mate-at le...