I woke up curled next to Liam on the couch. I sat up groggily and looked over at Liam. He was drooling like the idiot he is, and I shook my head. That's two nights in a row I fell asleep next to him now. Not sure how I feel about this.
I stood up and checked the time. Eleven o'clock in the morning.
Damn, I slept longer than I thought. The party must have lasted longer than I thought.
The events that happened last night came rushing back to me, and I rubbed my temples. Damn Tyler and his possessiveness. I'm not his f*cking mate anymore, so he needs to back the hell off before I make him. And trust me, me getting involved is the last thing he'd want.
I walked up to my room and changed out of my pajamas. I changed into a pair of gray sweatpants and a faded red t-shirt. I pulled my hair up in a high ponytail and put on the necklace Liam got me. I pulled on a pair of socks and walked out of my room.
I stopped outside of Brooke's room, and an evil idea came to me. Might as well return the favor from what she did to me yesterday morning. Grinning devishly, I ran downstairs. I grabbed the maple syrup, melted some butter, got the molasses, and a bunch of other sticky things.
Stealthly, I slipped into Brooke's room and poured everything on the floor where my evil plan would take place. I put all the stuff away and made sure I knew where the mop and sponge was, as I'd be cleaning up the mess. But it would be worth it.
I crept up next to Brooke and blew a blowhorn right in here ear. "Wake up!" I screamed and tugged her blanket out from underneath her, making her roll off the bed and land in the pile of goo I made.
Brooke screamed and fell down. I crawled across her bed and looked down, seeing her in my masterpeice. I smiled angelically and waved at her. "Hi," I said.
Brooke glared at me and screamed, "What was that for?!"
I shrugged. "I was bored and missed my best friend."
"So you thought you'd wake me up like this?" she glowered. "Let me guess, this is revenge for yesterday."
I stuck my tongue out at her. "Payback is a bitch."
I poured some more syrup on her, laughing evilly. I bolted out of her room, knowing her wrath was near. And I was right once I heard Brooke screech, "I'M GOING TO KILL YOU, HAYLEY KRISTEN EVANS!!"
Yup, I was right. It was totally worth it.
I weaved around things and dodged Liam, who was running to see what was going on since he heard Brooke screaming like a madwoman. I ducked under the counter and hid under a cabinet, which I could surprisingly fit in. Who knew, right?
"Where are you, you little scum?" Brooke hissed as she walked by.
I smiled to myself, knowing it would take Brooke a while to find me. Years of playing pranks on Liam and Brooke and never getting caught has made me an expert in hiding places. I can fit almost anywhere (it took a lot of practice to achieve the level of flexibility I now possess).
Suddenly, the door to the cabinet flew open, and I was being dragged out by my feet. I screamed and kicked out, successfully kicking my captor in the shins. Unfortunately, it was Liam, and he's immune to the amount of pain I cause him. He dragged me up and threw me over his shoulder, carrying me away.
"Found her, Brooke!" Liam yelled.
"Put me down!" I screamed, punching his back. "She's gonna kill me! You're giving me up!"
"You brought this on yourself," Liam said.
"I'm gonna die!" I protested. "You're proclaiming me as a sacrifice!"
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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...