When things go wrong

Chapter 3

"Fine" he muttered.

"Let's go" I announced before heading outside for the second time in 10 minutes.

Liam jogged into place beside me, and we walked down the main street, I think it was called Phillips Road or something.

We came to a café and stepped inside.

We took our seats and ordered, I had steak. But, no I'm not a carnivore. I know, wolves are carnivorous, but I'm not. I guess it's kind of like asking a white African why they aren't black. We ate in silence and I thought about what school was going to be like.

I wandered what the guys here would think of me, not that I really cared. In my last school I was pretty popular, I mean, I wasn't 'top-of-foodchain' kind of girl, but I wasn't a loser. People respected me, and everybody liked me. So many of the guys asked me out, it was ridiculous. They all think I'm 'hot'. Maybe it's my wolfiness that they like, but somehow, I don't think so. I have really bright blue eyes, like my mum. Both my brother and my dad had blue eyes, but they were more grey, mine were like electric blue. I had waist length, really dark brown hair, it has a tiny wave through it, but is mostly straight. Everyone thinks I have my mums looks, she had dark hair, both my dad and Liam have blondish brown hair. A lot of people also told me to do modeling apparently I had a 'bad-girl-mysterious' tinge to me. I just smiled and said 'yeah'.

I'm also considered tall, I am 5"11, and Liam is 5"10 and he is 15. I guess he was bound to get tall, my dad is 6"2.

"Clover!" Liam whisper-yelled at me.

I hated my name sometimes, clovers are plants. And 4-leaf clovers are meant to be lucky. I guess I'm kind of lucky, getting my families gift and all, but sometimes I swear whoever the god of bad luck is, they are out to get me.

"What?" I mumbled.

"Pay." he replied.

I glared at him, paid the waiting waiter, and we walked home in silence.

Dad still wasn't back when we returned.

"Why is he always working?" Liam asked.

"Meh." I replied before climbing the stairs and going to my new room. Dad must have put my curtains up when I was out, my bird patterned curtains rested against the wall on either side of the bay window. I shut them and flicked the light on. Gathering my clothes, towel, soap and whatever else I needed for my shower, I headed for the bathroom. It was clean, maybe Dad cleaned that too. I was just about to get in the already running shower when Liam yelled from downstairs.

I shut the water off and yelled out 'what?' to him. When he didn't reply I thought it be best if I just walked down.

"What?" I asked again once I was on the ground floor.

"Come here." he said.

I walked through the house to the living room, where Liam lay, sprawled out across the sofa, one leg on the back of it.

"What?" I asked for the third time.

Liam pointed to the computer screen that was resting precariously on his stomach, I leant in and my eyes widened.

"Why are you looking at HIM?" I asked, emphasizing the last word.

"Should I do my hair like him? All the chicks dig him." Liam replied, ignoring my question.

"Do you even know who that is?" I asked.

"No. But I know that all the chicks dig him." Liam repeated.

"Dude. That's Niall Horan. You know? The guy from One Direction?" I asked skeptically.

Liam cocked his head to one side.