Nothing Can Be More Sweeter

Take a Hint

Chapter eleven: Take a Hint

Get your hands off my hips, ‘fore I’ll punch you in the lips
Stop your staring at my— Hey!
Take a hint, take a hint
No you can’t buy me a drink, let me tell you what I think
I think you could use a mint
Take a hint, take a hint
La, La, La….
T-take a hint, take a hint
La, La, La….

What about “no” don’t you get
So go and tell your friends I’m not really interested
It’s about time that you’re leavin’ I’m gonna count to three and
Open my eyes and
You’ll be gone

One
Get your hands off my—
Two.
Or I’ll punch you in the—
Three.
Stop your staring at my— Hey!
Take a hint, take a hint
I am not your missing link
Let me tell you what I think
I think you could use a mint
Take a hint, take a hint
Take a hint, take a hint
Woah!

Get your hands off my hips, ‘fore I’ll punch you in the lips
Stop your staring at my— Hey!
Take a hint, take a hint  

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I have to tell him. I have to tell Matt.

I had this weird gut clentching feeling that Matt would freak out and go all berserk and kill James, and then our packs would go out in a full out war, and then in the end we would all be dead . . .

Yeah. I reall don't want that to happen.

But, wouldn't it be kind of cool if they -- ?

I shook my head.

Focus, Liana, focus.

After a few more minutes of me fighting myself on deciding if I should tell Matt or not, and the side of telling Matt won.

I seriously hope he doesn't rip James's throat out . . . even though I would love to see that . . .

* * *

"HE'S YOU'RE WHAT?!" Matt screamed at the top of his lungs.

I sighed and put my head in my hands.

This plan had unfortuenetly went wrong. Horribly, horribly, wrong. I had just told Matt that James used to be my mate, and then he rejected me, and he did not take it well, as you can see.

Atfter when I decided to tell Matt, I was pacing outside of his door for who knows how long. To me, I think I was pacing outside of his door for . . . lets say . . . a hour? That's just a guess. It may be right or not. Okay, the number is close to that.

Almost close.

"Liana," Matt growled.

I blinked, and then notcied that he was right in front me me.

Mother of God. I've never seen him this made before! Well, except this one time when we went to Hawaii, and this guy was hitting on me, and -- actually, I don't want to talk about it. Short version of the story: Matt got pissed off and beaten the guy. And after that, he ruined the whole pack vacation. We had to leave a week eariler. That's right. You heard me. A week and we never forgave him for it.